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Her pupils dilate with fear and lust at the shift in my body and the domineering edge in my tone. It tells her all she needs to know.

It’s time for her lesson.

And what better place than to teach it in a classroom.

Chapter Thirty-One

NYRA

Today is turning out to be a mindfuck.

I was so goddamn smug thinking volunteering was my ticket out of Riaan’s devious control, only for it to blow up in my face. Never in a million years did I expect to find him here.

Everywhere I turn, he is waiting. Stalking me like the shadow he promised he will be. I just never expected fate to be on his side too, putting him in my path without any warning.

I bet fate is a woman, because she easily fell for his charm.

Now, here I am, staring at him and waiting to be punished.

Every inch of me is all too eager to feel his savage touch and wicked mouth. My breasts are still aching from his rough treatment while I sat on his lap. I hadn’t even recovered from his filthy talk—the dark fantasies he painted inside my head—before he switched topics.

I’m pretty sure I only half listened to him while trying not to squirm under his gaze.

He went over my responsibilities so calmly like he hadn’t just had his lips around my nipple, biting and sucking while calling me his pet.

It should not have made me wet and yet it did. In fact, I was indecently soaked and I still am as he leans over me.

The look in his eyes is nothing less than a savage hunter who has finally found his prey.

The beast no longer lurking in the shadows.

My hands slap on the desk as I lean back while trying so hard not to tremble, afraid he’ll pounce. And there’s no denying I’m more than willing to be eaten alive.

The mix of fear and twisted desire—is a heady potion.

“Riaan,” I murmur while I eye the locked door behind him. There’s a tiny glass window built in it which can allow anyone to see inside the room easily. “Please... not here.”

My words aren’t even out before he grabs the back of my knees and pulls me toward him. My grip slips from the edge and I lean back, close to lying down.

“Beg all you want but there will be no mercy from me, Nyra. I told you I kept count of your lies, your disobedience, and once I got my hands on you, you’ll regret ever walking away from me,” he darkly threatens and I shiver. “Even coming back, you’ve done nothing but run away from me and challenge me. And despite my warning, you still didn’t learn. Just take your lesson like the bad girl you’ve been and don’t push me.”

His expression screams wicked intentions and lights up every nerve ending in my body. I should run and hide, but when he corners and dominates me like this, I’m powerless and incapable of anything besides submitting to him.

He may be holding all the power but I’m just as corrupt.

Our urges, carnal and illicit.

Even when it gives us nothing but pain, it’s the delicious kind that warms your body like a hug. His lessons hurt but they also bring erotic pleasure. The kind I feel for days.

Everyone has their love language, this is ours.

Never taking my eyes off him, I lie back and stretch my arms above my head. Satisfaction and possessiveness shines in his gaze. With his tall frame and wide shoulders, I’m unable to see the door in this position but the small fear is still there. As if he can sense it, he steals my attention.

“Never take your eyes off me.” His voice is a low growl and I nod.

Suddenly, I feel shy staring into his hooded gaze. A blush darkens my cheeks and I lick my lip while his eyes takes stock of the small movement.

When I bite it, his control snaps and in the next second, he’s stretching my top over my tits. My bra is pulled down next until cold air tightens and teases my nipples.

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