Page 75 of Teacher's Pet

I nod.

Slowly, I crawl into his lap, my hands bracing against his chest.

"I said yes, Noah," I hiss, voice laced with defiance. "So show me what being yourpetlooks like."

Something shifts in his eyes.

Any trace of restraint or kindness he was willing to show disappears, replaced by something darker, something ravenous.

His fingers coil into my hair, gripping hard as he forces my hips to grind against him.

A sharp gasp catches in my throat.

His cock is already achingly hard beneath me, pressing into the sore, throbbing heat between my legs.

Pain and pleasure collide.

A wince flickers across my face, and he notices.

Of course, he does.

"Already sore, Princess?" His tone is mocking but laced with amusement. "Perhaps we should give your pussy a break."

Before I can respond, he nudges me off his lap, the force making me fall to my knees before him.

I don’t need to ask what he wants.

Fingers grazing his waistband, I tease the zipper of his pants, but before I can pull it down, his grip tightens in my hair.

A sharp sting shoots through my scalp as he forces me to look up.

His stare is absolute control, looking down at me like I belong on my knees before him.

"And if I can’t handle it?" I whisper.

Noah lets out a short, cruel laugh.

"If you couldn’t handle Walker’s," he scoffs, voice thick with condescension, "you sure as hell can’t handle mine."

The words should sting.

They don’t.

Because unlike Walker, I want this from Noah.

I want to see him crave the pleasure I can give him.

Maybe it’s fucked up, but something about being his to fuck and use sends a dangerous thrill straight to my core.

Cole and Walker never gave me a choice.

But Noah?

He’s a challenge.

One whose authority has yet to meet mine.

He might be used to women bending at his will, but, where’s the fun in that?

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