Page 35 of Teacher's Pet

"Is this what you wanted, Noah?" I question as I tug the sweater up just a bit higher. Almost revealing my nipples, I creep my hand between my legs, touching my clit above the already-damp tights. "You want to feel me?" I question. "Fuckme?" I push.

Noah’s grip is ironclad as he shoves my leg down, his fingers wrapping tight around my wrists, halting my eager taunt.

"What the hell, Ana-"

"I'm wet, Noah," I purr, the confession dripping with wicked amusement.

I don’t give him a chance to react. My fingers snake behind his neck, pulling him down until my lips brush against his ear, my breath hot against his skin.

"And it’s not because of you," I whisper, letting the words cut deep before I nip his earlobe between my teeth.

The second I release him, I see it, the shift. His expression darkens into something terrifying, something primal.

"What-"

Before I can finish, his hands clamp onto my thighs, yanking me off the desk. A startled gasp slips from my lips as my arms instinctively lock around his neck. I barely have time to process before my legs wrap around his waist, and in one smooth motion, Noah drops into his chair, bringing me with him.

A sharp tug at my ponytail tilts my head back, his silent command keeping me in place. My stomach knots, not with fear, but with something far more exhilarating. I feel small against him, like a reckless child about to be punished.

His palm slides to the back of my neck, firm, unyielding. Then, with ruthless precision, he drags my body over his knees, forcing up my skirt, his fingers deftly tearing down my tights just enough to expose my ass and the unmistakable evidence of my arousal.

The air between us is electric, crackling with tension so thick it threatens to suffocate. And from the way Noah looks at me, I know, I’ve just crossed a line I can’t uncross.

Pressing his fingers to my damp folds, Noah scoffs.

"You're soaking through your underwear from Walker?" Noah questions.

Biting my lip, I laugh.

"Obviously-"

Covering my mouth with the hand that was on my neck, Noah strikes my ass the hardest he has before. Muffling my scream, his fingertips press into my cheeks as he strikes again.

"You fucking like that, Ana?" he hisses.

Striking again and again, tears well in my eyes from the pain.

"You like being a dirty slut for him?" Noah snaps. "Or do you like being my good girl, all fucking flustered and defenseless as I smack your ass for being so naughty?"

Pain flares through me, sharp and sudden, and before I can stop myself, I sink my teeth into his hand, a desperate, instinctive strike.

Noah barely flinches.

With a firm grip, he yanks my ponytail, his control absolute as he pulls my skirt and tights back into place. He forces me upright, shifting me so I straddle his lap. My body trembles, but I refuse to break. Even as the tears slip free, betraying me, I keep my chin high, my gaze locked on his.

His fingers brush against my cheeks, wiping away the evidence of my weakness. But there’s no softness in the gesture, only ownership and control.

Noah’s voice drops, low and ice-cold.

"I am not kind, Ana," he hisses. "And I do not like to share what ismine."

The words coil around me, suffocating.

"If you want gentle touches, if you crave tenderness," he continues, his grip tightening, "then you have tempted the wrong man."

His eyes burn into me, unrelenting.

"And if you think this will ever lead to something loving, you are more foolish than I thought."

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