Page 27 of Corrupt Educator (The Syndicate Academy)

I move the tip of the ruler between her thighs and stroke it down her wet seam in the cotton, making her gasp. “Eva, this isn’t supposed to be pleasurable,” I say coldly.

A strangled half-scream comes from her lips as I gently bring the rule down flat against her wet, fabric-clad arousal.

“Such a dirty girl.” I slide the tip of the ruler over her red skin. “It’s proof that you were so desperate you fucked your school’s janitor.” I spank her ass cheeks again, watching the way her skin reddens.

The welts are beyond erotic, and all I want is to rub my hands over her skin, caressing the pain away before giving her more. “And now you’re getting wet for your principal, aren’t you?”

“No,” she snarls, her body tensing. “You’re a fucking psychopath.”

I chuckle at her outburst and spank her repeatedly until she is panting from the mix of pain and pleasure.

“Stop,” she cries, her voice a mix of anguish and pure lust. “Please, Oak, stop this.”

I place the ruler down on the desk she’s bent over and move closer. “Have you learned your lesson yet? Are you going to tell me what I want to hear?”

The bell rings at that moment. “I have to get to my next class,” she breathes.

“I want you to tell the truth. Tell me what you did with your janitor, you dirty girl,” I growl, as the reins on my control snap.

“I’ve already told you. Nothing,” Eva grinds out.

“Stand,” I order.

She does as I say, straightening and pulling the hem of her skirt down.

I grab her wrist and force her to turn to face me. Our bodies are so close we’re touching as her chest rises and falls with sharp intakes of breath. “I want you in this class every day. I’ll send you a schedule via email. Some days you will have to cut lunch short.”

“I don’t think this is what my mother had in mind when she asked you to discipline me.”

I raise a brow. “Your mother told me to use any means necessary, and I will, Eva. Don’t think that I won’t.”

She shakes her head. “In seven months, I will walk out of this godforsaken school and leave behind my parents’ name.” Her eyes blaze with purpose. “I will enroll myself in veterinary school before they know what has happened and never return to Atlanta.”

My hand remains tight around her wrist as I yank her closer, pressing her body against mine. I search her eyes, wondering if she believes that. Her parents will hunt her down and drag her right back home. It’s hard not to admire her courage, though. “They’ll never allow it,” I say, regretting it as a flash of sadness enters her eyes.

“I don’t care. I want nothing to do with their disgusting business.” Her lip curls up. “I’ll flee this country if I have to.”

I raise a brow, doubting even fleeing the country would evade the reaches of the Carmichaels. They’re powerful and have many allies across the globe. “How does this have anything to do with you telling me the truth, though, Eva?” I ask, realizing we’ve both gotten sidetracked.

Her nostrils flare. “How many times do I have to tell you someone photoshopped that dumb photo?” She clenches her free fist by her side.

“Deny it all you like. I’ve seen the photo and don’t believe you.” It’s a low blow since I had the photo doctored myself, but I have to break her resolve if I’m going to use her against her parents. “I will spank the answer I want to hear out of you if it fucking kills me.”

“You’ll never hear that answer from me.” Her eyes flicker with defiance as she leans back. “So, you’ll have to kill me instead,” she says, her voice level and calm.

My eyes dip to her plump, cherry lips, making her bite them temptingly. Tension flares between us as I move my eyes back to hers, seeing the flaming desire raging in those beautiful hazel depths. My cock throbs, desperate for release. I want to fuck this girl right here.

How the fuck can I spend five years planning the Carmichael’s ruin only to be spun into a three-sixty the minute I set eyes on their daughter? I clench my jaw, trying to remind myself that this seductive little vixen is, in fact, the offspring of my enemy.

“Oak?” She breathes my name. Her eyes fixed to my lips, which have inched precariously close to her own.

Her breath tickles my face and inhale her intoxicating floral scent.

“Is there perhaps another reason you spanked me?” Eva asks, licking her lips. “Do you feel it too?” Her wide, innocent eyes observe me.

“Feel what?” I snap, wondering what she’s going on about.

She shakes her head, flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder. “I’m probably imagining it.”

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