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hit me like a ton of bricks. His gaze was practically burning a hole into the top of my head, but I couldn’t look up. I couldn’t bear to see the anger and disappointment in his eye. Of all the stupid things I’d ever done or said throughout my lifetime, this took the cake.
    "Sofia Antonia." His voice was low and raspy, and I was quite sure that he was holding back a rather nasty growl. Oh, he was so pissed. He was using my name, my real one, not the lovely little pet name that I had come to adore. "Look at me."
    I slowly raised my head, but found I couldn’t look up beyond his chest. When he demanded, "I told you to look at me, Sofia", I felt my heart drop into my stomach. I had never heard Simon sound quite like that, and I suddenly felt very ashamed of my behavior, or rather the fact my behavior had upset my mate—if he was still my mate. I really needed to ask about that.
    When I looked up to his glittering black eyes, I swallowed and took a step backwards. Whatever lecture he was going to give me, I knew I deserved it. Yes, Madison may’ve needed a good telling-off, but I really shouldn’t have done so in the middle of the university. I licked my lips and waited for him to let his ire out on me.
    "Do you have any idea what you just did?"
    I instantly dropped my head, and, feeling my eyes well up with tears, prayed they would not fall. Not that it would have mattered. I was sure he could smell the salt anyway.
    "You do realize you just—"
    "I'm sorry." My voice cracked with emotions. "I'm sorry."
    I swallowed thickly and dug my fingers into the material of my jeans. If I was going to cry in humiliation, I was at least going to do it with a little dignity and not wipe away the tears in a pathetic attempt to hide it from the incubus. "She fuckin’ pissed me off. I know, I know, I shouldn't’ve let her get to me, but she was looking at you like you were something to eat! The way she looked at you wasn't right. I just-I couldn't stand her looking at my mate that way, and I sure as hell was not about to let her co—"
    My words were cut short when he shoved me roughly onto his desk, his lips devouring mine hungrily as I threaded my fingers into his silky locks. He lowered me to the desktop, sweeping away stacks of files, pens, and I really didn't care what else, although I was distractedly glad the blinds had already been shut. While he supported me with one arm, his other hand slipped under my shirt and nudged under my bra, and I realized I’d obviously been mistaken about Simon's emotions.
    His tongue curled insistently around mine, as though fighting for control, in between nibbles on my lower lip and running the tip of his tongue just under the seam of my upper. As he tasted and tormented my lips, his arm slid gently out from beneath me, leaving me flat of my back on his desk so he was free to explore my body with both hands.
    I arched, biting back a loud moan as his hands pushed up the cotton material and the black lace to knead my breasts, the fabric lightly scratching my skin and causing goose bumps to form. I moaned in protest when he tore his lips away from mine, but all complaints were lost when his mouth latched onto the side of my neck and sucked eagerly at the patch of skin just over my pounding pulse. It was as if he were trying to draw my blood through the flesh without breaking it. It was a sensitive spot on my body, and I squirmed at the tingling sensation his kisses and nips evoked.
    Well, it looked like I’d be wearing a scarf to school for the next few days. It was a shame this couldn’t happen closer to winter.
    He released one tender breast and braced himself on his forearm. His growl grew louder, and I briefly worried about someone hearing him until his tongue dragged slowly over the area where his lips had been, and then I stopped caring all together. He lapped over the vein repeatedly, murmuring 'la mia' with each flick of his tongue, and it unexpectedly dawned on me that he was talking