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But I can’t stop.

I won’t.

Her lips part, a slow, sultry smile creeping across her face.

“Fine,” she whispers, tilting her chin up. “Let’s see how long you can sit at that desk and teach while you’re buried in my throat.”

My teeth clench. My resolve snaps.

She settles into my chair, sinking into position, watching me like she’s already won.

Then, with a devilish smirk, she leans back, her legs propped up against my desk, fingers toying lazily with my computer.

“Run along, Noah,” she purrs. “The students need you.”

Her gaze flicks up, lips curving as she taunts.

“You know where to come crawling back to once you’re done playing teacher.”

This is no longer just a game.

She’s fighting for dominance, testing her limits, wondering what the consequences of pushing me will be.

Oh, Anastasia.

You have no idea what kind ofmonsteryou’re dealing with.

Chapter 22

Elijah

“Fucking hell, Ana.”

She strides out of the classroom, wearing a wide grin that doesn’t quite reach her eyes, her cheeks still flushed, her gaze flickering with guilt.

She’s scouting the area.

Looking for anyone who might see her.

The further she gets, the more she ducks her head, as if shrinking away will erase the evidence of what she’s done.

My stomach twists. My hands shake.

My eyes flick back to the messages from just an hour ago, the ones I had stared at long enough to burn into memory.

Hey, did you make it to class alright?

Actually, decided to play hooky today. The last thing I need is to spend time in Mr. Ackerman's class after the shit you and Meg threw at me.

So you're not on campus?

Like I said, doing my own thing today. Don't wait up for me.

Lies.

Blatant fucking lies.

My fingers clench around my phone, my mind racing through every horrifying scenario that could explain why she would risk everything, her grades, her reputation, her entire academic career, for a man like him.

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