Page 41 of Teacher's Pet

Dropping my bag, I take a step closer, but Walker doesn’t move, doesn’t flinch.

He’s baiting me. Testing me.

"I’d tread very carefully-"

"No, I would,Noah," he hisses, spitting my name like a curse. His eyes darken with something venomous, something taunting. "It wasn’t too hard to put a face to the name Ana was moaning while she was riding my fingers."

White-hot rage snaps through me.

"I’m sure the school board would love to find out why one of their students is having sexual fantasies about her English teacher-"

I don’t think. I just move.

Grabbing his collar, I slam him back against my door, pinning him in place. His breath stutters, the bravado flickering for the first time. I press my forearm against his chest, my knee digging hard into his thigh, keeping him locked beneath me.

Up close, he’s smaller. Weaker. And trembling like a fucking child who just realized he’s out of his depth.

"Do you want to threaten me again?" I murmur, my voice cold, calculated. I press harder, enough to make sure he feels it. Enough to leave a mark. "Then look me in the eyes and fucking do it."

His confidence evaporates. That smug mask he wore so easily a moment ago? Gone.

He scoffs, but it’s weak, forced. A pathetic attempt to regain control.

"My parents-"

"I could give two shits what your family will do," I murmur, my voice low and lethal. "Because I promise you, mine will do much worse."

Walker swallows hard, but I don’t give him the chance to react.

"Tread very fucking carefully before you ever speak to me like that again. And if Ana was moaning my name?" I lean in, smirking. "Maybe learn to fuck her well enough that she doesn’t have to fantasize about me pounding into her instead of you."

His jaw tightens, but I can see the flicker of doubt in his eyes.

Gripping his chin, I squeeze hard, forcing his gaze to stay locked on mine. His pupils widen, fear flashing through them. "I promise you, if she comes knocking on my door tonight, thelastthing she’ll have to worry about is moaning another man’s name."

I let that settle in before continuing, my grip tightening.

"Because if she’s with me, she won’t know any name but mine. So, if you’d rather not have your little girlfriend forget who the fuck you even are while I show her what it’s like to be properly fucked, I suggest you and all of your little partygoers stay the fuck out of my way."

With a sharp yank, I rip him away from my door, watching as he stumbles, nearly tripping over himself.

"Have a good night, Mr. Gilmore," I sneer, venom laced in every syllable.

I don’t move as he rubs his chest, his face twisted into something caught between anger and disbelief.

"Stay away from Ana," he hisses, his voice shaky, his ego barely holding on.

Something entirely feral snaps inside me.

The very idea of him trying to keep her from me only makes her that much more desirable.

I let a slow, knowing smirk stretch across my lips as I glance over my shoulder. "I think you’re telling the wrong person that, pretty boy."

And nothing,nothing, is more satisfying than slamming the door shut on his dumbfounded face.

Chapter 12

Anastasia

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