I shake my head. “You shouldn’t be so obvious when we’re in a room full of other people.”
He chuckles, a dark, almost sadistic sound. “You shouldn’t tell me what I should or shouldn’t do.” He walks over to me with a predatory stalk, eyes dark with desire and something else. “Come here.”
I walk around my desk and toward him, my heart hammering unevenly as it always does when he looks at me like that.
Stopping a foot away from him, I hold my breath, waiting for his next move.
Like a viper, he strikes and pulls me against him, not caring that the door to the classroom is still ajar.
I gasp as the softness of my body presses against his hard muscles. “Sir.”
“Call me master, malishka.”
“Master,” I purr.
He groans and then kisses me with all the passion in the world, his tongue swiping against my lips viciously.
I part them for him and he delves inside, fighting for complete domination, and I give it to him.
I love the way he takes all the control away from me, controlling the situation so perfectly.
It’s impossible not to moan as I rub my thighs together, needing more from him. “Please,” I gasp.
“Please what, Camilla?”
“I need you so badly.”
He smirks. “Tell me how badly.” The man is toying with me, but I can’t deny him.
“As badly as I need oxygen.”
The smirk on his lips widens. “Don’t be so dramatic.”
“I need you so bad it hurts.”
“Good.” He kisses me again, hauling me into his arms.
Peppering hot kisses over my neck, he carries me toward the door to the basement.
A pain squeezes around my heart as I realize there’s only a few more times this can happen.
Fifteen days and I’m gone from The Syndicate Academy for ever.
It feels like I’m on fire for two reasons as he kisses me. The heat of desire and the burning pain of the prospect of losing him.
Forcing my mind to go quiet, I enjoy the feel of his skin against me. His touch, the fire it ignites deep in my soul.
Nothing else matters right now. It’s just me and him.
Once we get into the basement, he sets me on my feet.
My brow furrows when I see there’s a new bed there against the back wall. “What’s that for?”
He shrugs. “Thought it might be a bit more comfortable.”
“I thought discomfort was your forte.” I arch a brow. “What happens when you punish other students down here?”
“It is my forte, but not all the time.” He smirks and winks. “And with out students, it’s a secret bed.”