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“Take it!” I cry. “Don’t stop!”

The room around us settles down just as there’s a sound at the door and I shut my mouth. Savage chuckles under his breath, but his hips never falter.

I raise my head and immediately see why.

Because having just opened the door, adjusting his glasses with a look of abject disgust, is Damien Agnis.

“Stop! Right now!” he demands, his entire face turning bright red.

“Do you hear something?” Savage says loudly, slamming into me hard.

It elicits a cry from my throat, and I continue to stare Damien down.

“Stop it!” the phoenix lord shouts again, his hands clenching. Something tugs at me and I immediately throw a shield around the two of us, highly offended he’d try and use phoenix telekinesis to separate us. I rest my cheek back on the table and pretend he’s not there, moaning extra loudly as Savage’s hips slam into me, the sound of flesh on flesh taking up the entire room.

“Detention!” Damien shrieks. “Detention!”

“Savage!” I moan loudly. “You feel so good, baby!”

“Regina!” Savage cries. “I fucking love your sweet pussy.”

Damien stands there for a moment too long, probably taking notes or something, before I hear his expensive shoes stomping away.

Savage leans down and bites my shoulder, making me come instantly. I spasm around his thick girth, milking him until he empties every drop into me.

We collapse onto the table while he’s still inside of me, both of us shaking in a fit of belly-aching laughter.

Somehow, word about this incident gets around the school really fast.Somehow, meaning that Savage and I tell everyone we know in excruciating detail.

After dinner, Lyle confronts us in our rooms. “Please tell me it’s not true.”

“What’s this about?” I ask innocently.

Savage toys with my hair.

“That you two were found fucking in a classroom while Damien Agnis watched and you refused to stop.”

“It’s not my fault he’s a voyeur,” I say indignantly. “Maybe he’s into cuckolding?”

Lyle swears under his breath before stalking up to me, sniffing my neck, hauling me over his shoulder and carrying me to the shower.

Chapter 62

Aurelia

Damien, Lyle, and I sit in an awkward, feather-drop silence in Damien’s ground floor classroom-office. Apparently, the Deputy’s office still won’t let him in.

It’s just a matter of luck that Savage and I had chosen this room for our frivolities. Luck, or Savage had known exactly what he was doing. Lyle had delicately sniffed the air as we’d walked in for my therapy session, which my lion is going to ‘supervise’. Lyle had cast me a look, his animus briefly flaring in his eyes before we sat down in front of Damien’s desk.

What type of therapist put a whole big-ass mahogany desk between him and his patient? Damien. Damien did.

If this is how he’s therapising Sabrina, it’s no wonder it isn’t working.

“A rather therapeutic set up, don’t you think, Mr Pardalia?” I say breezily.

Lyle’s animus only grunts at me and removes his tie. I raise my brows at that, because I doubt Damien will appreciate me receiving his therapy while I sat in Lyle’s lap to calm him down.

But if push came to shove…

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