Page 29 of Savage Surrender

Irina held her breath, sitting there unmoving, while Jessica volleyed her gaze between me and her.

One thin red brow jumped up. “What’s going on here?” she asked in a coy, teasing tone that proved she knew damn well what I was up to with Irina.

Fuck.

14

IRINA

The tall redhead narrowed her eyes at me, no doubt recognizing me from when I saw her here, in this same office, attempting to kiss Viktor.

My position on his desk and the way he stood between my legs was awfully damning evidence that she’d caught us doing a lot more than kissing. It wasn’t proper. It shouldn’t have happened. But weak and carried away by the foreign excitement of a man paying attention to me in such a way that felt so good, I caved.

“My bad.” She smirked, parroting my words that I’d spoken when I caught her with Viktor. “I didn’t realize this was a private moment.”

“It doesn’t matter what kind of a moment this is,” he stated sternly, quickly twisting to face her fully at the same time he flipped my skirt all the way down over my thighs. I clamped them together, feeling so naughty when I missed the presence of my panties between them. He’d ripped them, yanked them right off me!

“You are trespassing, again, Ms. Nolan.”

I frowned, piecing together who this woman might be.Nolan?I’d just learned of that name. My father mentioned it. Owen Nolan, the dean. Panic started to hit me that someone high up could’ve walked in on an inappropriate activity between a student and a professor.

“I like it when you call me Jessica,” she complained.

“Ms. Nolan,” he repeated, ignoring her wishes, “I don’t care who your uncle is?—”

“The dean,” she reminded him curtly, crossing her arms. “He’s thedean.”

“Dean or not,” Viktor replied, “you have no right to try to insert yourself into my life.”

“But one of your students can?” She lifted one arm from over the other to flick her finger at me in a scornful point.

“Get out,” he ordered.

Even though he was facing her and clearly telling her to leave, I took his instruction to heart. Shame filled me. Humiliated and anxious to be caught in such a compromising situation, I damned this blush that heated my cheeks as I jumped off the desk. Feeling air between my legs in the absence of my panties, I was reminded with my every movement of how naughty I’d been with him. The slickness of my arousal and his saliva only drove that memory in deeper.

I was getting out of here before I’d erupt in a blush or stammer something I shouldn’t say. I had no cluewhatto say or do. But running felt smart. It seemed like a natural instinct. In the name of fight or flight, I could either face off with the dean’s niece or get the hell out of here.

I chose option two. Without looking at either of them, I grabbed my coat and bag from the chair and edged past Jessica. She didn’t budge as I fled, looking down her nose at me as I scrambled. Only once I was out in the hallway then turning the corner to run down another did I let myself fully suck in a breath.

Shock chased me all the way back to my apartment. I couldn’t believe that had happened. That we’d both been rebels and gone for something taboo and forbidden. Acknowledging how wrong it was to act on our mutual attraction for each other made it all the more wicked. He’d dismissed how bad it was to touch me, to kiss me, to nearly fuck me, and I had been right there alongside him, wanting it all.

But I refused to regret it. I couldn’t. It was the first time a man kissed me. The first time I’d been touched. My first orgasm that I hadn’t given myself. As I hurried home, my thighs rubbing against each other as a repeated reminder that he’d taken my panties off so roughly so he’d have access to me, I couldn’t think it was bad.

If I had a chance to do it all over again, without a doubt, without hesitation, I would have.

Viktor had ruined me, making me want so much more with him. Surrendering to my desire for him meant I’d now feel this residual throb and ache between my legs. I’d relish the whisker burn of his stubble-covered jaw where he’d pushed his face at my pussy.

Because now that I felt how good it could be, how deliciously fulfilling it was to be wicked and sinful with him—my professor, a man so much older than me, and someone my father didn’t know about—I wanted him again.

Even the shame of Jessica Nolan interrupting us and catching us nearly in the act couldn’t make my desire for Viktor fade.

But the sight at the door to my apartment doused any trace of my arousal.

One guard stood there, as usual. His back to my closed door, he faced off with two men. I recognized them on sight. I knew Andre, but while I never learned the other Ilyin man’s name, I knew what family he was affiliated with.

“What’s going on?” I demanded as I strode forward.

I was sick of seeing these Ilyins. I was tired of my father’s men in my presence too. All of them were examples of the life I wanted to escape.

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