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It’s as if we’re invisible.

My neck will certainly have bruises from that tomorrow, though I can’t even think past the next five minutes as he slips further into my pants and swipes his fingers across my clit.

“You’re mine to play with,” he practically growls into my ear. “Whenever and wherever I please.”

Nodding again, I push into his hand, adding more friction. He responds by slipping his finger inside of me and I nearly combust.

“Does it turn you on to have me inside you while your peers sit right there?”

I whimper my response.

Yes, it does. For some reason, it absolutely does.

“They could look up at any time and see their professor with his little play thing,” he continues to goad, adding a second and third finger and picking up his pace.

My head falls back against his shoulder, my eyes locked on the students as they file out of the room without turning our way once. When we’re finally alone, he uses his free hand to grab my jaw and force my lips against his in a frenzied kiss that I fall into way too easily. As he continues to increase his pace between my legs, the friction builds and my orgasm hits me full force.

My body convulses in his arms, knees nearly going slack as he holds me up and rides out the wave of ecstasy with me. His erection stabs into my back and I want so badly to turn around and help him find his release the way he’s brought me to mine. But once I’m capable of standing again, Raze pulls his hand out of my jeans and takes a step back, straightening the cuffs of his dress shirt.

In his coldest, most professional voice, he tells me, “Good. I’m glad you understand that we play by my rules now.”

Then he grabs his suitcase and walks out of the room.

42

Raze

I’m thoroughly fucked.

Absolutely obliterated.

I vowed to have no distractions or weaknesses for the Syndicate to exploit, yet the first time a strapping little redhead struts into my life with a fake name, I fold like a cheap suit. I’ve prepared for this opportunity for revenge against Divina Carmichael and I’m absolutely fumbling my chance.

I’m obsessed.

I can’t stop thinking about different ways to bend her over and dominate her. My priorities have shifted from testing how deeply I can destroy her to how thoroughly I can fuck her. What sorts of new little noises will come out of her mouth when I send her into an ecstasy-ridden oblivion? How far can we push things in public without being caught?

Much farther than she realizes, I’m sure.

This isn’t love, it’s pure, unadulterated lust.

It’s filthy, desperate sex.

A connection so significant, but I can’t put my finger on why.

It’s her pulling up a chair and planting herself in my mind every second of the day until I can break away from whatever menial task I’m cursed with to find her and get my hands on her.

No, it’s not love. It’s far, far worse than that.

I’ve been grading exams all afternoon and have yet to stop thinking about how her body squirmed beneath my mouth last night when I called her into my office for a late-night “chat” about her class assignments this week. Hiring her as my TA has turned out to be the worst form of torture. She’s an under qualified distraction that has only resulted in more work for me. Yet, firing her is the absolute last thing I want to do.

Anyway, I planned to leave it alone this evening, but she has refused to get off my mind. I need to know more. I’m so hungry for information on this mystery girl, I’m willing to bypass all socially acceptable means for discovering her and jump straight to researching things in my own twisted way.

In a bout of absolute insanity, I’ve found myself quietly slipping through the front door of Devlin, creeping up the stairs to the fifth floor, and strategically picking the lock on her front door. I’ve gotten into places undetected so many times in my work for the Syndicate; this is child’s play.

So, why does it feel so risky?

She briefly mentioned having plans tonight—something with the Viridia and Luminara girls she spends all her time with. I don’t care, so long as she isn’t here when I rifle through her things.

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