Page 57 of Teacher's Pet

I devour her.

Licking, sucking, making sure she sees every flick of my tongue, every movement.

By the time my fingers are clean, the tension between us is suffocating. The painful strain in my pants is unbearable.

I grab the front of her dress, yanking her against me.

Her breasts push up, her breath shuddering as I lean down, my mouth inches from her skin.

"My fucking slut," I growl.

Then, I bite.

Hard.

My teeth sink into the swell of her breast, a deep, bruising mark blooming beneath my lips.

"My fucking property."

Ana gasps, a sharp, breathy cry of pain.

My cock twitches.

Forcing my head up, I admire the mark forming on her soft skin.

Perfect.

Now, every single fucker at that party will know, she is off-limits.

She touches the bite, her glare flickering between anger and something she won’t admit.

"If you go to that party, Ana," I grin, palming the bulge in my pants with no shame, "I’ll do much worse if I find out someone else put their hands on you."

She struggles to find her words, lips parting, breath uneven.

"Ana?"

The sound of her name cuts through the moment.

One of her friends.

The door is cracked open now.

I take a slow step back, retreating into the shadows of my apartment.

Reaching a hand toward her, my eyes burn into hers.

"Want to dance with the Devil, Anastasia?" I taunt.

My door has never closed faster.

Chapter 14

Anastasia

He lures me into his bedroom, the door clicking shut behind me, the softsnickof the lock sending a shiver down my spine.

The room is clean, meticulously arranged, old books lining the shelves, the pristine space a stark contrast to the man who inhabits it.

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