Page 23 of Every Shade of Shadow

I begin to wonder what else those fingers are capable of.

“Stand,” he orders.

I get up, standing to the side of the desk and bringing my hands together in front of myself.

“Hands by your sides.”

I comply, starting to wonder what the hell he has in store for me.

He slowly walks forward, forcing me backwards. He doesn’t stop, walking until I’m pushed all the way to the wall at the back of the classroom, the stone cold against my back as the space closes and there’s barely an inch between us.

I stare up at him, heart hammering wildly. This is highly inappropriate. His green eyes are intense, studying my features slowly. They shoot back up to mine, causing my core to clench with anticipation.

Without thought, my tongue darts out to brush my upper lips, his eyes darkening in response.

“Yes,” he whispers, voice shifting silken and honey-sweet, “I think you’ll learn best through more practical means.”

He breathes me in. “You’re in heat, aren’t you, little lamb?”

Fuck.

There’s that name again.

I gasp as his hands slide under my skirt, grasping my thighs. He hitches me up with ease, pressing me harder against the wall. A rush of heady desire surges through me. He lifts me up to his level, my legs dangling beside his hips.

And then his mouth is on mine.

Firm.

Decisive.

Sinfully hot.

No one has ever kissed me like this before. Touched me like this. Made me feel so deliciously wanted.

He growls, low and rough, as I grind against the hard ridge straining against his trousers. He lets off a brief laugh. "So eager for your lesson, my pet." His lips trail down my neck, nipping and sucking, as he rucks up my skirt further. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else."

Just the thought makes me dizzy with need. I sensed there was something dark and dangerous lurking beneath his controlled exterior. Now it's been unleashed, and I want nothing more than to drown in the depths of his depravity.

"Please," I whimper, not caring how wanton I sound.

"Please what?" He slides one hand between my legs, cupping my sex. I’m slick already.

“No panties today?” He gives a low laugh. “How scandalous.”

I blush hard, unravelling. I have my suspicions they may be in his possession, but I can’t seem to speak under this sensory assault.

"Tell me what you want, Annabelle. Tell me what you want, and I’ll help you achieve it," he whispers into the coral cornucopia of my ear.

I echo the Headmistress’s words. “Power.”

That’s the last thing I expected to come out of my mouth.

It’s like I’m not even in my body, not here but floating somewhere else, an apparition.

I don’t know why I’m being so honest with him, why I, in fact, feel powerless, but I can’t help it.

His lips brush the side of my neck. “And?”

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