Page 43 of Savage Surrender

“I know what you’re doing.”

Oh, shit.She must have been watching me snoop longer than I realized.

“You’re just another slut eager for a good grade. Fucking your professor…” Her lip curled in disdain.

Oh!That was all? She was a sore loser about how I’d gotten Viktor. She wasn’t putting me on the spot for snooping.Whew.

“I’m not,” I argued.

She took one step toward, and I reacted by getting into a defensive stance, just in case she’d make this physical.

“I know what I saw.”

In his office, she did. Or she could guess. We’d been mostly covered up, springing apart when she opened the door. Viktor and I hadn’t had sex there. We had in the library, but no one saw us.

I think.

“I will ruin you, bitch.” She pointed at me, getting in my face. “I will ruin you for taking a man I had my eye on.”

I shook my head, furious that someone else other than my father was trying to make my life even more difficult. Ignoring her, I turned and gave her my back. Engaging in that conversation wouldn’t help anything. She wouldn’t listen to me. And I refused to listen to her.

She didn’t pursue me as I walked away, but I felt the burn of her stare on my back.

“Fuck you,” I mumbled as I headed to Viktor’s lecture. “You can just fuck off and leave me alone.”

Jessica Nolan would have to take a number and get in line if she wanted to join the forces against me.

I took a seat toward the front of Viktor’s class, letting all my other worries fall to the back of my mind as I watched him enter. Just like every other lecture he gave, he spoke dryly, almost as ifhewas bored about the material too.

In a sharp suit, his signature bold-red tie, and a no-nonsense expression of wanting to get this business done, he droned on.I hardly listened, too mesmerized by the sight of him. With amazement and wonder filling my head, I tried to believe that this sexy man had really fucked me like I wanted him to. That he’d used a tie just like the one he was wearing to gag me and keep me quiet while he rammed his big dick into my virgin body.

Just thinking back to that night had me aroused all over again. It seemed that avoiding him for two days hadn’t done a damn thing toward reducing the impact he had on me.

I wasn’t only staring at him with sex on my mind, though. With his grumpy, gruff voice and furrowed brow, he looked mad. Or annoyed.

Is he irritated, seeing me after I avoided him?

Does he regret having sex with me?

After class, it seemed I would have an answer. He approached me, heading directly toward me as students filed out.

“Come to my office and see me about your grade.” It wasn’t an invitation. It was an order.

I licked my lower lip and nodded. “Sure.”

I guess that means he doesn’t want to be done with me yet…

I gathered my things and went to his office. He wasn’t there yet, wrapping up his things from the lecture. When he showed up, striding confidently down the hall, I had to hold my breath and not let a needy noise slip free. He couldn’t know how damn fine he was, how sexy he was, tall, strong, and so sure of himself.

Looking me directly in the eye but not saying a word, he unlocked his door and gestured for me to enter.

As soon as I walked in and he joined me there, he shut the door behind me and pushed me up against it.

His hard mouth slanted down over mine, and I didn’t need baby steps into this kiss. Pushing up against him as I wrapped my arms around his neck, I gasped and tried to keep up with the desire burning between us, both of us always so attuned to needing the other with a fierce impatience.

I moaned into his mouth, twirling my tongue around his then sucking on it. A deep growl rumbled from his chest as he snaked his arms around me, still forcing me back to the door.

Making out with him thrilled me. Already, I was getting wet for him, eager to feel his dick deep inside me again, his fingers on my breasts. All of him. I wanted to rip off my clothes and beg him to show me himself, too.

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