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“If you want to get laid, you do it when it’s out of my fucking sight,” a low, deep timbered vibration echoes from his chest in between us. “You are my student,” he growls, terrifying me.
I pull again, but his grip tightens.
“Do you understand?” he orders.
My vision blurs. Tugging away again, I nod, but I’m only met with resistance.
I get it. Adam and I may no longer be together, but Kade O’Connell…
Master Sergeant…
Operator Beast…will always be off-limits.
“Sir? You can let me go. I apologize. It won’t happen again. I don’t know what came over me. I?—”
My eyes widen, and every single nerve inside me explodes as I watch a different side of Kade unveil itself before me.
Lust. Craze. Madness.Hunger.
He brings my hand to his slightly opened mouth. He places my fingers inside and sucks my arousal off my fingers, tasting me—all the meanwhile looking straight into my eyes. I gasp, inhaling fast and short, while something in between my thighs ignites and wants more. His warm, soft tongue works my fingers like he’s savoring every drop. He hums, deep and feral, until he pulls my fingers out and lets me go.
Why was that the hottest thing I’ve ever seen?
“You are more than good enough,” he tells me, reminding me of what I said moments ago about failing his and everyone’s expectations.
I hold my wrist, trying to think of something to say, but my thoughts are scrambled. It all happens so fast. I’m a statue, unable to speak up, but it doesn’t matter anymore.
He’s already walking away from me like he didn’t just cross all the lines there are to cross and is out of the building within seconds.
15
KADE
Worship by Ari Abdul
I’m in my room in record time. I strip off my clothes, tear off my dog tags, and throw them all on the floor. I’m not even sure if I closed the door to my room all the way, but I just need to get the fuck away from her.
Fuck. I don’t know what the hell came over me.
I just tasted her—sucked the honey she dripped off her fingers, and it was sweet. My dick swells even more at the memory. Eating her pussy shouldn’t even be a thought in my head, but now? Devouring her is all I can think about.
Twisting the silver shower knob for the coldest temperature, I tear off my boxers. My cock springs free—it’s harder than a fucking rock. Jumping into the shower, I hiss when the freezing water hits my back. I let it sting, soaking in it, but it still isn’t enough to rid her detrimental imprint on me.
It’s wrong in so many ways.
Where do I fucking start?
She’s young. She’s my student…soon-to-be ex-student, but still.
I had already crossed one line tonight, watching her touch herself, but she wanted me to watch. It was consensual, but it still doesn’t feel right. It feels wrong to want her underneath me in my bed. It feels wrong to look at her, and an unfamiliar feeling flickers inside my cold, closed-off heart.
It. Feels. So. Fucking. Wrong.
But it also feels so perfectly right. She makes breaking the rules so tempting. I’ve never crossed a line like this before. My dick has never yearned for a sweet soul; it needs to stop giving her the attention she so desperately craves.
How dare she taunt me like that? And how dare I let my guard down and listen to the other head, instead of the one with a brain?
I don’t break the fucking rules, but if…
