Page 45 of Teacher's Pet

A sharp need coils inside me, twisting, dark, and hungry.

I drag Megan’s bottom lip between my teeth, but the ache I crave doesn’t come. It’s not enough.

I need to feel pain.

I need to inflict it.

Without thinking, my fingers tighten around her nipple, pinching. Hard.

Megan gasps, her body jerking beneath mine. The sound sends a fresh wave of arousal crashing through me, my instincts driving me further. I bite down on her lip, harder than I intend to.

The metallic tang of blood coats my tongue.

Megan pulls back abruptly, touching her swollen, reddened lip. Her fingers come away stained.

Her wide eyes meet mine.

"Ana," she breathes, something unreadable in her voice. "You bit me."

Cocking my head, reality comes crashing down around me.

Megan isn’t Noah.

No one is.

No one has the touch that Noah gave me, and I just shamelessly felt up my dorm mate trying to chase the high he left behind.

Fuck.

Heat floods my cheeks as I pull down Megan’s shirt for her, shame clawing up my spine.

"I got carried away," I mutter, my voice tight. "The pinching, the biting-"

"Your point was made," Megan says, wide-eyed but eerily calm. "Clearly, we would not be compatible in bed, but I can’t say I didn’t enjoy that." She exhales, running a hand through her hair. "I’m sorry for doubting your intentions-"

"No, don’t do that," I cut in quickly. "I’m sorry for hurting you." Rubbing the back of my neck, the weight of embarrassment settles deeper. "I wasn’t trying-"

"You like it rough, Ana. Don’t be ashamed." Megan scoffs, rolling her eyes.

I stare at her, still searching for any sign that she might be upset, but she just smirks like she’s already figured me out.

"And you’re not… hurt by what just happened?" I ask cautiously.

"If you’re asking whether I’m in love with you after that? No." Megan grins, shaking her head. "Generally, it’s the straight girls who break my heart. But you, my friend, are at the very least bi-curious."

I open my mouth to protest, but she doesn’t give me the chance.

"But do tell me, who were you thinking about when you were kissing me? And don’t give me that lie you fed Walker."

She sees right through me. Like she always does.

"I wasn’t-"

"You were," she snaps, cutting me off effortlessly. "You may be able to sway a man, but I see right past whatever distraction you were trying to create with me. So… who is he?"

Megan adjusts her shirt and sits cross-legged in front of me, her gaze locked on mine, waiting.

The heat between us has already faded, replaced by something heavier.

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