MIA'S POVI sat at my desk during fourth-period science, completely unable to focus on a single word coming out of the teacher's mouth. My eyes were fixed blankly on the whiteboard, but my mind was miles away, constantly looping back to the chaotic, mind-melting events of last night.My thighs were still aching faintly, a constant, delicious reminder of how Fabian had tied my wrists to the headboard, commanded my obedience, and completely devoured me until I squirted all over his face. The sheer, terrifying dominance he had displayed was the most addicting thing I had ever experienced.What worried me, though, was that I hadn't seen his stupid, handsome face anywhere on campus today. He had missed morning assembly, and he wasn't at his usual table in the library.Underneath my desk, I discreetly pulled out my phone and typed out a quick message: Where the hell are you? You missed class.I waited, staring at the screen, but five minutes passed without a single reply. He didn't even re
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