Page 46 of The Guilty One

I see the fear flash in her eyes then, and it awakens something primal in me. I stand up straight again as she steps back, and I follow, pinning her between the desk and me. “This is inappropriate. You should leave.”

“I will eventually,” I promise, leaning in to kiss her mouth. “But not until I get to taste you.”

She pulls back again, jerks back really, both hands on my chest. “Tatum, stop.” Her voice is firm, and it just turns me on more. She really thinks she’s going to control me. It’s sort of hot. I lean in and bite her neck. When she squeals, all the blood in my body shoots straight to my dick.

“Please go,” she whispers, a hand lifting to the place on her neck that is now marred by an imprint of my teeth.

“I’m not finished yet.”

“What do you want?” Her wide eyes meet mine. “He’s your friend. Please don’t do this.”

“We’re all alone, Professor.” I lick my lips. “No one has to know.”

“I would know.” She tries to slip away from me, to duck around me, but I catch her wrist, spinning her until her back slams into my chest. I rake a hand down her side, gripping her hip.

“Don’t make me beg for it, Professor. I don’t mind chasing what I want.”

“Tatum, stop,” she cries, pulling away, but I lock my hand around her wrist, the other on her hip even tighter. She can’t move. “Stop or I’ll scream.”

“Scream, and I’ll give you something to scream about.” I spin her away from me and shove her into the wall, my body pressed to hers. Her scent is citrusy and fresh, and it consumes my thoughts. I close my eyes and inhale it, wondering what she must smell like everywhere. “We both know you want me. Why are we wasting our time?”

She doesn’t say anything, just glares at me.

“On your knees,” I order, tilting her chin up.

Her nostrils flare. “In your dreams.”

“What would you know about my dreams, Professor?” I tease, licking along her jawbone. “On your knees, or I’ll tell everyone you’re sleeping with your students.”

She holds eye contact, refusing to look afraid, though we can both feel her trembling. “So tell everyone. He’s not my student, and we both know it.”

“Then I’ll send the whole school the photos you sent him.” That stops her. She wavers, her eyes searching mine as I click my tongue. “You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?”

“You’re lying. Matteo would never show you those.”

I bounce my head from side to side. “Eh, show me…leave his phone around so I could find them and send them to myself…what’s the difference, really?” I pull my phone from my pocket, flipping through the photos I stole so she knows I’m not bluffing. “You do what I say, I’ll delete them. If you don’t, I’m happy to send them to everyone I know, your boss included. It’s a shame to deprive them of the fun, really. These pictures have certainly provided me with”—my eyes flick up to meet hers—“hours of entertainment.”

She swallows, and I catch the glint of tears in her eyes. When the first one falls, I lean forward and lick its path back up her cheek. This time, she doesn’t move. She’s as still as a stone.

I’m so hard it hurts, but I’m patient. I have to be. She wavers at the threat, I see it in her eyes, but eventually, her steely gaze returns. “Send them, then. It’s illegal. If you want to go to jail, be my guest.”

I smirk. “And if I tell them you asked me to send them? That you like messing around with students, and you wanted everyone to have them? I think we all know who they’ll believe.”

She locks her jaw. “That’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

I sigh. “Look, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. I’m not opposed to the hard way, but I think you’ll find the easy way much more appealing.”

“I’m not going to sleep with you, Tatum. No matter what you say or do or how you threaten me. I’m with Matteo. I love Matteo.”

I shrug one shoulder. “You can still be with Matteo. I don’t want a wife, Professor. Just a good time.” My hand lifts to her head, and I stroke that same piece of loose hair near her ear, wrapping the strand around my finger once more. Normally, girls look like shit when they wear their hair up, but somehow she manages to pull it off with flying colors.

“I’m sure there are plenty of other girls on campus who can help you out with that.” She tries to slip away again, and I let her think she’s going to, then grab her at the last second and shove her into the wall with more force than necessary. She cries out from the blow of it, and I press myself into her back, using the other hand to slide down her leg and lift the hem of her dress. Her skin is on fire as my fingers skate across it. When I reach the fabric of her underwear, I close my eyes and inhale the scent of her hair.

“I don’t want other girls. I want you.”

She struggles, but I don’t give in. Her strength is no match for mine. I pull her back from the wall, tugging the front of her dress down, and snap a photo before she realizes what’s happened. In it, we’re both staring at the camera, her breasts entirely exposed. If you didn’t know better, you might think we were a couple.

How fucking sweet.

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