I shut the classroom door, and with what wits I still have intact, I turn the lock and close the blinds. When I stalk toward her, she loses her attitude as she stumbles back into the desk with wide, nervous eyes.
“Where were you, Stella?” My fingers come to rest on the beating pulse in her throat before I whirl her around. She shrieks in surprise as I bend her over the desk and kick her legs apart, flipping up her skirt. To my satisfaction, the one thing she could do right today is wear a thong beneath her tights. I jam my fingers against the seam and split them down the middle, leaving a gaping hole between her thighs. With a quick yank, her thong is out of the way too, and when I slap her clit, she jumps.
“Where were you?” I repeat the question as I force her head down against the desk with one hand while unzipping my trousers with the other.
“I went to a hotel with Sybil,” she clips out, as if this is a perfectly reasonable explanation for her absence.
“You went to a fucking hotel with Sybil,” I mock. “To do what, exactly?”
“We had a spa day.”
She says this while I spread her ass apart to get a good look at her tight pink pussy, soaked with want for me even as she continues to flaunt her rebellion.
“I hope it was worth it.” The darkness of my tone is only equal to the venom in my heart as I jam my throbbing cock balls deep inside her. To my satisfaction, Stella cries out, and I twist my fingers in her hair, forcing her to arch back as I retreat and slam into her all over again.
I fuck her into the desk, closing my eyes and trying not to focus on the relief I feel. After spending the entirety of the weekend assuming the worst, she deserves this much from me. I want her to feel the pain that I felt. The pain she caused when she left me to wonder about her safety.
“Sebastian.” She cries out as I drive into her. The little deviant is practically begging me to let her come, but why should I? I tell her as much when I lean forward and drag my teeth over the shell of her ear.
“This is for me, baby. How does it feel to be left out in the cold?”
I thrust into her again and again, pinching her flesh in my fingers while I brand her throat with my teeth. It’s a reckless move, but I’m well past giving a fuck. All I can think about right now is proving my point. She fucking belongs to me, and if she didn’t know it before, she’s going to know it now.
I bury my dick as deep as her body can reasonably take me and squeeze her hips as my cock explodes inside her. Warm come leaks into her womb, and I don’t do anything to stop it. Stella realizes it when she turns back over her shoulder and meets my gaze.
“Sebastian—”
Someone knocks on the door, and I blink, startled.
“Christ.” I drag my wet dick out of Stella and secure it back into my trousers while she flips her skirt down and takes a seat. Her eyes drift to me, full of silent terror, and I swallow my own dread as I walk to the door, adopting a neutral expression.
When I open it, Louisa, of all people, is standing there, a smirk playing across her lips. I can’t tell if she heard us, or if she’s just being her devious self.
“Can I help you, Louisa?” I ask flatly.
“I just came to ask you a question about the project for class,” she says. “Is it all right if I come in?”
Shielding Stella from her view, I cross my arms. “You know when my office hours are. You can schedule a time to meet with me to discuss homework.”
“But the dance team has a trip this week, and I really want to get started. I can’t come during office hours since we’ll be away.”
For fuck’s sake. She’s right, and I know she’s right. I can’t reasonably turn her away, but I also suspect that she’s not really here for an assignment. Louisa has had a target on my back since the day I sent her packing in class.
“Fine, come in.” I gesture her inside. “Make it quick.”
She sashays into the room and waits next to my desk, her eyes cutting over Stella with a scrutiny too keen for my liking. Stella dutifully ignores her as she flips through the pages of her binder with a bored expression on her face.
I take a seat at the desk and stare at Louisa. “What issue have you taken with the assignment?”
“It’s not an issue, per se.” She bends forward and slides her notes across the desk, making a point to let me know her blouse is unbuttoned at the top. Just a few inches short of being school appropriate. This is a new move on her part, and one that immediately raises my hackles. “I just needed some clarification.”
“On what?” I ask, unable to temper the irritation in my tone.
“You said we could choose our own topics. But what if it’s controversial?”
“That is the point of the class, Louisa. I don’t expect you of all people to pick something that wouldn’t be controversial.”
A slow smile bleeds across her face as she wraps a strand of hair around her finger. “So the dynamic of taboo relationships wouldn’t be off the table?”