Page 80 of Sinful Desires

Monroe was dressed in a pair of jeans and a thin, white button-up that just so happened to be see-through. The sleeves were rolled to the elbows and his brown hair remained unkempt.

“Damn is right,” I supplied, allowing my gaze to roam over him unapologetically.

I could feel Foster glaring at me, and I knew he could hear our conversation. We weren’t exactly being that quiet about it.

Monroe moved to the front of the room, his greyish eyes flickering from person to person until they landed on me, and he had to do a double take. Embarrassment licked at my neck and face as he stared at me with concern. Once his gaze left me, a breath of relief spilled from my lips.

“I’d let that man do unspeakable things to me,” I told Gia as my gaze followed him.

“I bet you would,” Foster remarked, drawing my attention to him. “I’m beginning to learn that you’d let anyone do unspeakable things to you.”

I rolled my eyes. The slut shaming was getting old really fast. “Thank you for the opinion I didn’t ask for.”

He shrugged, leaning back in his seat. “Well, maybe your friend should know how much of a slut you are—assuming she doesn’t already,” he said loud enough for the students surrounding us to hear. Anger surged through me as people started whispering once again. “You’ve already fucked Collin,” he pointed out, clearly unwilling to let me live that one down. Gia’s eyebrows raised in surprise as she processed that. I guess Raven could keep a secret after all. “Then you not only made out with Hunter, but you sucked his dick too apparently.”

“Hunter?” Gia asked in disbelief.

“Raven was there,” I defended quickly. Well… for part of it. Her face contorted into confusion, but she seemed to accept it as her shoulders relaxed.

“And by the looks of it,” he continued, grabbing our attention once more. “Myles had some fun with her too.”

My skin was vibrating with fury. He just painted me as the school slut in front of the entire classroom.

“Shows how much you know then,” I retorted.

He smirked, his eyes flashing with something malicious. “I think I know enough. What will it take to sate your appetite? Do we all need to run a train on you?” He motioned around the classroom for good measure and laughter erupted throughout the room, causing my blood to boil at dangerous intervals.

Shoving myself to my feet, I stormed over to him so quickly that even my mind couldn’t keep up with my movements. Gia said something in protest, but I barely even registered it.

“She does look like she just got fucked,” one girl whispered before her and her friend cracked up laughing.

Monroe was watching me, and why he hadn’t yelled at me to sit down yet was beyond me.

“Is that blood on her ass?” someone else whispered.

I tuned out all of their murmuring and lunged myself at Foster. Together, we both tipped the desk, somehow managing to fall out of it altogether. Foster’s back hit the hard floor with me on top of him, one leg over the other.

Gasps echoed through the room, but I paid them no mind. Not even when some of them started recording. My fist slammed into his jaw, sending his head sideways, and I landed my other one into his cheekbone, forcing spit to fly from his mouth. His grip around my waist tightened as he let me hit him, not once attempting to fight back.

I’d managed to hit him five or six times before Monroe was hauling me away, his arms wrapped around my stomach.

“Detention,” he said.

The adrenaline running through me was so potent that I couldn’t feel anything other than bloodlust. Foster glared up at me from the floor, blood trickling from his nose and a bruise forming beneath his eye. His blue eyes darkened, promising vengeance. Whatever he planned on doing to me after this, it was worth it.

My gaze dropped down to my teacher’s hands that were still wrapped around me. As if noticing that this was bordering on inappropriate, he cleared his throat and stepped away, releasing his hold on me.

Out of all the days my sexy teacher could have noticed me, it had to be when I looked the absolute worst. As the adrenaline began to fade, my hand started to throb. Glancing down, my lips parted in surprise as I took in my split knuckles.

I can’t believe he gave me detention on a fucking Saturday. I’m not even supposed to be here right now. My thoughts sang a bitter tune in my head as they bounced from bone to bone. Sighing, I made my way back to my desk and slipped back into the seat behind Gia.

By the time the period wrapped up, I was still struggling to figure out why the hell we needed to be here today. All he did was grade papers most of the hour. Granted, he went over some new regulations they’d be enforcing and talked about the upcoming Halloween party and things we could do to remain safe during that time since some asshole always managed to spike the punch with something no matter what precautions they took.

Before I left for the day, Monroe made sure to tell me to be in detention tomorrow. On a motherfucking Sunday. He heard everything Foster said to me. So why the hell wasn’t he getting in trouble too?

Whirling around to face him, I shot him a scathing glare. “Tomorrow is Sunday, sir,” I gritted out, just in case he forgot.

“I’m well aware of that, Ms. Palmer. Unfortunately, it’ll be my only day available for the week. There’s a reason I originally wanted Foster to tutor you.” His gaze slid over to the guy in question, who was no doubt waiting for me. “Maybe you’ll refrain from getting detention from now on,” he continued, raising his eyebrows as he stared at me with accusation.

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