Professor Wyatt's POV(The Mystery Man)I stood for another long moment as my mind raced with pictures of Jonathan tied up and breathing fast, with his skin warm under mine but now those pictures had Bryce in them too and I hated it. I hated every second of it. My fists stayed tight but I knew that I had to go into the house. I had to face this and whatever happened next, I would not let Bryce win. Jonathan was mine, and I would remind him of that.My head was spinning, a whirlwind of rage, jealousy, and betrayal crashing through me. Jonathan was supposed to be mine alone. Those nights, the power I held over him as his professor, as the anonymous figure who had ruled his world…it had all been ours. The thought of Bryce’s hands on him, of Jonathan tied up in that play room downstairs, exposed and vulnerable, made me see red. I was so furious.Bryce smiled wider. “I want you to know that Jonathan is actually a talker when he’s tied up and needy. He kept whispering how he wanted me to do
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