Page 169 of Filthy Savage

“No.” His eyes turn to slits. “You did not.”

His gaze slinks down to my chest before returning to my face. Suddenly, I feel naked, stripped bare. I need to get out of here.

“If you want to redo the paper, I’ll see if I can bump up your grade.”

“Really?” My eyes widen with hope. “Thank you so much. I won’t disappoint you.”

“I hope not.”

I start to get up, and he follows after me…standing too close.

Goose bumps spread across my nape, a sense of fear taking hold. He presses his body into me as he grabs the doorknob—so close, I can feel him hard against my behind.

My heart races, nausea crawling up my throat.

This can’t be an accident. How can I even consider that it is?

Just open the door and go!

But it’s like I’m frozen, unable to move or do anything, my heartbeats pummeling faster and faster.

His hand slithers out, fingers feathering over my hip.

“You have three days to get that paper to me,” he husks into my ear, and my body shivers from absolute dread.

Go! Just leave! What’s wrong with you?!

His fingers roll down my leg before they disappear completely, opening the door.

Panic. Pure panic rolls through me.

When Roy catches my eye, he moves at lightning speed, glaring in front of the professor’s face. I reach out a hand for his chest and quickly shake my head, my gaze widening for him to stop. The last thing I want is for him to start a fight at school and get me kicked out.

The corner of the professor’s mouth lifts at Roy before he snaps his attention to me. “I’ll speak to you next week, Mrs. Quinn. Keep up the good work.”

I don’t say a word, rushing away, needing to get as far as possible, while Roy follows me.

“Mrs. Quinn? What happened in there?”

“Nothing, okay? Nothing at all. And don’t say a word about this to Fionn. I don’t want him to overreact.”

My heart flutters so fast. If Fionn finds out, he’s gonna kill him. I just know it.

Sure, the man’s a creep. That’s obvious. But I don’t think I want him dead for it. Maybe I should just accept the C and ignore him for the rest of the semester.

Then a thought hits.

How many other girls have there been? And what has he done to them?

FIONN

“Daddy, can I have chocolate milk?” Fia gazes up at me, while I’m unable to stop thinking about the text Roy sent a bit ago.

That fucking professor.

He did something to her. He did something tomy wife. And he’s gonna fucking pay for it.

But first, I’m gonna get the truth out of her before I decide what sort of punishment Mr. Wright deserves.

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