Page 125 of Speak

I lazily shake my head, unable to keep the smile forming on my face.

Sighing, he stands and shoves my thighs apart, bending my knees and placing my heels on the edge of his desk. “Lean back on your hands.”

I do and he takes a seat on his office chair, leaning back, relaxed and in his element. His hands come together and his fingers steeple as he stares at my exposed sex. He raises an eyebrow and Ican almost see the dirty thoughts forming behind that heated gaze – nothing but worship behind those dark frames of his.

“Well, will you be my TA? It doesn’t pay much but I could use the help.”

Oh, he’s serious.

I’m about to close my thighs and sit up but he makes a tsk sound and his lips twist to the side of his mouth. “Siren, I didn’t say for you to move, did I?”

I stop and shake my head.

He checks his watch and looks back at me shaking his head slowly. “Do I need to bind you so you’ll behave?”

My eyes widen. The thought of being restrained by him makes me flush with both desire and an immense panic. I shake my head once and remain where I am.

“I need an answer by tomorrow.”

I won’t be seeing him tomorrow. I’ll be at Inferno for my audition. It’s October now and with the Annual Masquerade Ball coming up, a lot of members of the Syndicate will be in town – newandold. It’s one of the only events that allows prior alumni to come and mingle with seniors and network on school grounds. Even Axel will be coming with Sofia and John.

Plus, Damon wants us to check out our new home, and fill it with things that either I or Jonas want or need. But parts of me want to fill it with what Maverick will need, too. There’s just this need to make sure he’s taken care of.

I nod at him, telling him, yes, I’ll be his TA.

“Perfect. Now that business has been concluded,” he takes off his glasses, leans forward, and runs his nose along my slit, inhaling my scent with a groan. “It is so vexing, Miss Monroe, to see you in my class, uncrossing your legs, flashing me your panties, tormenting me and being unable to do anything about it.”

I bite my lower lip as he presses a kiss to my pussy before flattening his tongue and licking up to the most sensitive part of me. My thighs want to clench close but he holds me open for his intimate gaze, strong tongue digging in deeper, lapping me up like a starved dog.

“Behave, Siren. Sit still and I’ll give your little cunt exactly what she needs but only if you’re my good little mute.”

Except I can’t sit still. His tongue probes my entrance before flattening up and then he sucks my entire clit into his mouth, flicking as his thick finger enters me palm up and I buck in anticipation for my orgasm. I want it. I need it. I want to cry out for him to fuck me.

I love the sight of his face between my thighs, the obscene sounds he makes from the pleasure derived from tasting me, pleasing me, tormenting me. My lower stomach contracts, wanting so much to give him my orgasm. For him to own it. To take it from me like he did in the forest, to let me lose myself in his grasp and I’m so close to giving it to him.

I make the mistake if bucking against his face.

He sits up and frowns at me. “I have one last class, Miss Monroe and so do you. I’ll see you at home.”

My scowl makes him laugh.

“Angel, you’ll be stuck with me for the rest of this semester. But you live with me now. I don’t have to worry about not being able to control my urges or us being caught. You’re mine now.”

He grabs my panties and helps me put them on, his fingers lingering, burning my skin. I have my backpack back on and just as Maverick unlocks it, there’s a knock on the door.

Maverick opens it with a smile on his face. “Mr. Anderson.” He greets as Jonas smiles back.

“Hey, baby.” He kisses my temple and grabs my backpack from me. “Professor, think you could take Raven home for me?” His forest eyes look me up and down. “Coach called for extra practice before our game against West Shore tomorrow.”

“I thought you already played West?”

Jonas shakes his head. “It was the one canceled due to… Chase. Now that we’re down a Quarterback and a running back, we have to reform our strategy, go over some things.”

My heart plummets. I know what he has to do. He won’t be back tonight.

I know Maverick can sense something is wrong, too. “Is something wrong?” He asks as students begin filtering through the room.

Jonas shakes his head. “I’ll just be getting back late tonight. I’ll probably just crash in my old dorm room.”

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