Unglued is more like it.
I glance around, see that all the heads in the class are bowed over their tests, before I look back at Scarlett. Her bare, glistening pussy is on display to me. She slips her finger between her legs, dragging it up and down the slit. I literally watch it get soaked as my cock throbs in my pants.
I feel the vibration in my teeth, and there’s a fire in my gut that can burn down this whole campus.
She’s not flirting with me to get a rise out of me, giggle, and walk away like other women in this class. Scarlett is handing me an open invitation to break a very sacred rule.
I’ve fucking broken them all. I swore I wouldn’t break this one.
O’Rourke bloodlust is a drug, an iron chain to bad deeds. The only other time I give in to it is on a kill. This thing I feel watching Scarlett fingerfuck herself is mixing with that violent, ancient, and hungry O’Rourke desire.
My sanity snaps like a weak thread. My voice comes out rough and low. “Eyes on your test, Ford.”
She smiles and finally lifts the pen but keeps stroking herself.
Now, I mouth.
Minutes drag by. I watch the clock, not the room. But even then, I feel Scarlett’s eyes flick to me. I somehow manage the other twenty-eight minutes, but it’s mental torture.
When the timer hits thirty, I practically bark, “Time.”
Pens drop. Papers shuffle. Students stand to drop off their hard work. Proof that they deserve to be a doctor, while I deserve to be back in Dunbar for what I’m about to do.
It’s not the end of this test. It’s the beginning of a mistake I’m going to regret. But I can’t stop myself.
Scarlett takes her time getting to her feet and is the very last student to come down from the seats. I should push all the tests off the surface and take her on the fucking desk. In front of people to show them what tempting me looks like.
She makes the mistake of getting too close. Invades my space and steals my breath.
Her voice comes low, soft enough that only I can hear. “That was…hard.”
That smile suggests she likes having this control over me. But she won’t like me in a few minutes.
My pulse slams into my throat. “You have no fucking idea what you’re playing with.”
She flinches at the jolt of my tone, allowing me to have the upper hand for a second. She didn’t expect the acid onmy tongue. She thought she’d come pick up a whimpering puppy.
Her pupils blown, her breathing shallow, she says, “Oh? Then, show me.” Her body hums with energy that matches my own.
I pluck the quiz from her fingers, toss it onto the desk without looking at it, and lean in just enough that she knows her game is over.
“Get your bare ass in my office, right fucking now,” I say, my control fracturing clean down the center.
I don’t bark, but it’s not a request. It’s a quiet command edged with something feral.
She inhales sharply like the words hit somewhere deep. “But?—”
“Now.” I let the word settle, dark and absolute. “Before I lose my patience and bend you over this desk and use my belt on you in front of the next class.”
Her eyes widen with a touch of fear that I’m capable of far worse than she ever imagined. I see every pulse point hammering under her skin. She is electric and about to explode. But she’s going to explodewith me.
She swallows once, then nods.
“Good girl.” I lean in. “I’m going to show you what you unleashed. That fuck I gave you in the hotel room? I was being polite.”
Stunned, she turns and walks out of the lecture hall, and I watch the sway of her hips until she’s gone.
When the door shuts behind her, my hands shake as I grab the quizzes and shove them into my leather briefcase. Professor Pencil Skirt passes me on the way, and her perfume is like a wrecking ball. I’m so raw.