shivered under the power of his domineering confidence and broke their gaze again.
“Such descriptions are not necessary,” Marquis Gray warned quietly.
“Brie,” Sir said.
She forced herself to look into her Master’s eyes, embarrassed by the feelings Faelan evoked in her—feelings she knew were obvious to both Sir and Marquis Gray.
“Remember what we talked about,” he reminded her.
Brie bowed her head in response and turned back to face Faelan. “It was an order I completed because I was in training and it was my duty, Todd.”
He smiled at her knowingly. “It drew you closer to me so that you were ready when I won you at the auction. There, you gave yourself over with no reservations. Do you remember that night? You opened up and released the animal that lay buried deep inside. That’s when you finally understood, as I did, that we were meant for each other.”
Brie’s heart constricted. She knew her next words would wound him. “As much as I enjoyed our time together, I never loved you.”
Faelan dismissed the unwanted truth. “You’ve said that before, but I still maintain you can’t know that for certain. You and I were never given the chance to explore our feelings for each other because of the Headmaster.” He gave a slight nod towards Sir without looking at him.
Brie smiled sadly. “I suppose you’re right. You never had a chance because I love Sir. I have loved him from the very beginning.”
Faelan growled. “Which is completely against school policy, I should point out. I’m sick and tired of being lectured by the trainers of this school about protocol when the very man who ran the Training Center desecrated it.” He leaned forward and said in a low voice, “I know for a fact you chose him at the collaring ceremony because he manipulated you.”
She closed her eyes, dreading sharing the hurtful truth with him. A truth even Sir did not know.
With renewed determination, she opened her eyes to face Faelan. “At the collaring ceremony, I planned to ask Tono to be my Master. If his father hadn’t scorned the match, I would have become his submissive that night, not yours.”
Faelan shook his head in disbelief.
Brie didn’t even dare to glance at Sir when she continued, “It’s true, Todd. Although I have lusted after you, I realized at the ceremony I could never partner with a man I did not love.”
The room went deadly silent. “I don’t believe you,” he finally stated.
“I was always upfront with you about how I felt.”
It was as if Faelan hadn’t heard her. “How could you love that one-trick pony? It was painfully obvious to everyone but you that you wouldn’t have been happy with Nosaka.”
Brie’s hackles went up. How dare he ridicule Tono by calling him that? She took a deep breath, refusing to start an argument with Faelan. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. At the collaring ceremony, I realized it could not work between us with his father being against the match. Which was a good thing, because it pushed me to do what my heart truly wanted.” She glanced at Sir and smiled. “Sir is the only man whose collar I ever want to wear.”
Faelan snarled and then turned on Sir. “Why the hell did you train me if you were planning to steal her away?”
Sir met his anger with equal level of calm. “When you approached me about training as a Dom, I recognized your potential. Despite my better judgment, I took you under my wing because I understood your pain and knew this was a healthy direction for you to pursue. Unfortunately, I did not appreciate how immature you were, and am glad to hear you are getting professional help now.”
“Is that supposed to be meant as an insult?” Faelan demanded.
“No. It’s a simple fact that you cannot guide a submissive well if you are unable to control your own emotions.”
Faelan threw back his head and laughed. “Oh, like you? What right do you have to tell me what to do? Answer me that,