Page 59 of Teacher's Pet

I swallow hard, my pulse hammering as he steps closer.

"You’ve taken up my mind." His fingers ghost along my jaw, his touch barely there. "The taste of you is like a goddamn drug."

His grip tightens, his tone darkening. "I don’t know what’s happening, but God help me if you think I’ll let anyone else lay a hand on you but me."

My heart pounds so violently I swear he can hear it.

Defiance sparks in my chest, my lips parting before I can stop myself.

"And if I let you have me, Noah?" My voice is even, but my body betrays me, heat pooling under his heavy gaze. "What happens after that?"

A smirk tugs at his lips. Slow. Dangerous.

He steps even closer, his breath fanning across my face.

"What do you think I want?" he murmurs.

I hold his stare, refusing to back down.

"Do you think I just want sex?" His voice sharpens, frustration curling at the edges, "Do you think anything I do to women is something anyone would consider loving?"

The room crackles with something electric, something lethal.

His fingers press into my chin, forcing me to really look at him.

"After tonight, Ana, if you think what I did to you was love?" He shakes his head, his smirk fading into something grim. "Then you’re as fucked up as me."

The words send a thrill down my spine, colliding with something deep inside me I don’t want to name.

His thumb grazes my lower lip, teasing, taunting. "And if you crave this touch again?" His voice dips lower, almost a whisper now, "Then I fear what that means for both of us."

A shiver rolls through me, but I meet his gaze, unblinking.

"And if I tell you to stop?" I ask, my tone laced with both challenge and anticipation.

His smirk returns, but this time, it’s darker.

"That only adds to my fun."

Noah drags me down the bed with ease, pulling until my arms strain against the restraints, the pressure sending a thrill through my body.

The fabric of my dress is no match for him.

He pushes it up in one swift motion, yanking the front down until my breasts spill free, my lace underwear left as the only barrier between me and his touch.

His palm presses against my eager warmth, the heat of his hand soaking through the delicate fabric as he begins a slow, deliberate stroke along my folds.

My body reacts, a small, helpless moan slipping past my lips before I can stop it.

"So wet for me, hmm?" Noah chuckles.

His head dips down, his lips brushing over one of my hardened nipples.

Then, his teeth.

A sharp bite, followed by the soothing drag of his tongue as he sucks and nips, pushing me higher, forcing little gasps and whimpers from my mouth.

Pain. Pleasure.

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