Page 55 of White Hole

I didn’t respond.

“Kinsley.”

Busying myself with shuffling my papers, I pretended to focus on my notes.

“Kinsley?” He paused. “Sins.”

Keeping my eyes on the table, I ignored him.

“Princess,” he said softly.

My entire body stiffened. His pet name made me rage. “Can we focus on the task at hand? Please teach me.”

George slumped into the chair next to me and blocked me in with his arms, one resting on the table and the other on the back of my chair. “That’s fine, Sins. But you’re not getting another tutor.”

“Dr. Torrad said there could be one in two weeks. If I miss my Russian Lit class, I can make the new time. I just need—”

George banged on the table with a large fist. My head snapped up. Staring at me with his intense blue eyes blazing, he roared, “You’re not getting another fucking tutor.”

Through gritted teeth, I said, “If I want another tutor,Big G, you can’t stop me.”

George grimaced. “Don’t test me, princess.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“I’ll call you whatever I want to call you,princess.”

“I am not your princess. If you call me that again, we will have a serious problem.”

“Okay,princess.”

“Are you sexually harassing me, George Turner?”

“Do you want me to?” His lips curled into a mischievous grin as he raised one eyebrow.

I gasped. “No! I just want to get tutored!”

“I’ll tutor you good.” Leaning closer to me, he almost placed his mouth on mine.

“G, I want to focus on work.” My breath hit his cheek.

“I see that. You wore jeans.” Backing away, he motioned with his finger at my outfit. “Trying to stop yourself from jumping me, huh?”

Fury overtook me. “No! I’m trying to stopyou, you filthy ogre! This isn’t going to work. I need a new tutor.” I gathered my stuff to take off, but he stood with me. Before I knew what was happening, George threw me over his shoulder as I squealed to a chorus of shushes coming from various parts of the library.

My body swayed as he carried me into a small bathroom on the third floor with one stall and a long sink. He dropped my butt on the counter and quickly locked the door before returning to me, spreading my legs and yanking my core to his. He slapped one hand on the mirror beside my head.

“You’renotgetting another tutor. I’m the only one who will tutor you. You got that, princess. You’remyprincess.”

“I thought I was just a hook-up.”

Running a hand down his face and rubbing his scruff, he looked up at the ceiling, then glared at me. “You’re fucking not and you know it.”

“No, I don’t. You said—”

“What I said was stupid. I was being an asshole. You’re mine, Sins, and no one else’s.” He shoved his lips to mine and his tongue inside my mouth. My anger fueled a frenzied passion, and I lost control. Clutching his hair, I pulled him closer to me. He picked me up off the counter enough to undo my jeans and tug them down along with my thong.

I quickly released his pole from his jeans. We connected violently. When he rammed inside me, I threw my head back, breaking the suction of our lips. At the same time, both of us yelled, “Fuck!” The sensation was unbelievable. It felt like he belonged inside me.

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