Page 7 of Royally Taught

As we have parted ways I’m hoping that you’d be able to steer me in the direction of where I can find a new tutor. While I feel as though I learned a lot from you, I still believe that I need some extra help, especially with finals only two weeks away.

Please can you pass my information onto a tutor you think would be a good fit.

Thank you.

Anastasia Brynn.

A red haze forms over me. What the fuck? Oh, hell fucking no. That’s not happening. She’s not being tutored by anyone but me. Fuck that.

I’m making a decision, and I’m sticking by it. I’m not losing what I so desperately want. And what I truly want is Anastasia.

Fuck the rules.

Fuck the expectations.

I want her with every fiber of my being.

I send her an email back, letting her know that we’re still on for our tutoring and that it begins today.

I’m waiting on pins and needles, wondering if she’ll reply, seeing if she’s going to keep pretending that there’s nothing between us.

I pace the floor as the time ticks on. There’s been no response from Anastasia. That’s just infuriating me. Why the hell isn’t she responding? Where is she?

Minutes pass by, and they turn into an hour. Christ. I’m losing the damn plot. How am I so frustrated? Why the hell has this woman affected me so much?

The doorbell rings, and my brows knit together. I’m not expecting anyone. Opening the door, I’m shocked to find Anastasia standing there, dressed in a pale blue dress that hits above her knee. Her blonde hair swept up into a messy topknot. She looks beautiful.

“Um,” she says softly. “I thought it would be best if we spoke, and I’d rather do it in person than through emails.”

I’m speechless. I never expected her to be here. I open the door wider and let her in. She gives me a grateful smile and steps into the apartment. I check her out as she moves past me, loving the way her ass sways as she does. God, she’s so fucking beautiful. She takes my breath away by just smiling.

“I’m sorry I didn’t reply to your email, I was pretty shocked that you responded personally to me,” she begins as she takes a seat.

Her creamy skin on display as she places her hands on her lap.

“You need help,” I tell her, my voice growly and raspy. “I’m the best person to give you that help.”

She nods. “I get that, but at the same time, with everything that happened, I wasn’t sure where we stood.”

Oh well, fuck me, that’s such a loaded question. I’m not going to give away what I want, until I know what it is, that she’s looking for. “What are you thinking?”

I watch as her eyes widen and her lips part in surprise. She takes a second before she answers me. “I don’t know,” she whispers. “I’ve tried my hardest to push aside what happened between us.

But I can’t. I really can’t. You’re all I think about.”

I close my eyes and breathe deeply. That’s all I want to know, that’s all I need.

“Good,” I growl. “You’ve been constantly on my mind. Looking at you every day, and it drives me crazy. I’m rock hard as soon as I see you. You’re all I fucking see, Anastasia. You’re all I want.”

“But we can’t,” she breathes. “This is wrong?”

“Does it feel wrong?” I ask. “Does it?”

She gets to her feet and raises her hands in frustration. The hem of her skirt rises to below the apex of her thighs. God, I can’t hold back anymore. I want her more than I want my next breath.

Her lips part in surprise and I stalk toward her. I press my lips against hers, and within seconds, she winds her arms around my neck. Fuck. I need her. I ache with how much I do.

There’s no pulling back, I’m claiming every inch of her tonight.

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