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Her lower lip pushes out in a pout. “Okay.”

“Would you rather they were just for you?”

“I don’t know!” She laughs and rolls away from me. I follow, covering her with my body. Eventually, we’ll get to dinner. And then I need to send her scampering back to her dorm room before curfew.

But first, I need to kiss her and show her she is safe, wanted, and adored.

Chapter 11

Lily

I arrive at Sunday brunch in the dining hall a changed person. Despite all my bluster that Sebastian had already taken my virginity—or maybe that it didn’t even exist or wasn’t even a real thing—yesterday was A Big Deal.

Can people tell that I’m different?

I feel different. Literally, because I’m deliciously sore in all the right places. I even have a bit of a bruise on my right butt cheek, which feels good when I push on it.

I shouldn’t want it, but I can’t wait to sneak over to his house again and get another spanking.

When I sit down at the table next to Stacey, I find out that won't happen.

Sebastian apparently has a new house guest—a visiting teacher from another private academy. I hate that so much because I’m already horny for him.

They introduced the guest just before I sauntered in late. Even though we’re in a massive dining hall, I can feel Sebastian deliberately not making eye contact with me as Stacey fills me in on the details.

He knew last night that we wouldn’t get another chance for a while.

“How long is this guy here?” I ask Stacey, who’s eating oatmeal next to me.

“Usually, the visiting scholars stay for a few weeks.”

Un-fucking-acceptable. I just discovered how good dick is, and now the headmaster’s bedroom is off-limits?

I sulk all day. And then that night, for the first time since I’ve arrived here, he texts me.

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you

I don’t reply.

And the next day, when it comes time for my creative writing seminar, I refuse to make eye contact with him. As soon as class ends, I’m out of my seat, one of the first students out the door.

I avoid him until the end of the day. He’s casually walking in the same direction as me when I step out of the dining hall.

“Miss Murphy.” The only evidence he’s notthatcasual about the conversation, or me, is a muscle tick in his temple.

“Headmaster.”

He falls into step beside me.

“You’re grumpy,” he says under his breath.

I glance around. We’re alone. “I’m horny. And you cock blocked me.”

His eyebrows curve high. The headmaster in him desperately wants to caution me for the brazen language, but his mouth is curving into a reluctant smile because the man likes my smutty, wild mouth. He stops next to the path to my dorm and loosens his tie. End of the day. Time to take the headmaster outfit off.

I wish I could do it for him. “You better get back to your guest.”

“He’s in the library for a while.” He shrugs out of his jacket, then slings that over one arm as he works on the buttons at his wrist.

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