Page 38 of Illicit Education

Stick a fucking fork in me because

I

Am

Done.

Chapter Fifteen

Cabot

I forced myself to remain unaffected by Rylan Blake. I was disciplined and in full control; she would not test that fact.

Not at Reed Tower, where I was Cabot Reed, the man about to inherit the kingdom.

Not here, where I was Master Creed, head Dom and club ombudsman.

I had responsibilities to the Rabbit Hole, our patrons and staff, and to my dear friend, Mistress Sinclair.

Rylan Blake was even more breathtaking in the darkness of the club, alluring in her corset, a stark opposite of the demure intern with fire in her eyes. That fire was still there, sure, but now her eyes were full of so much more… lust and curiosity at the forefront.

Those eyes did nothing to hide how much she wanted me. She drank me in greedily, looked up at me with want so heady I would get drunk on it if I wasn’t careful.

And I had to be careful.

I’d come to the club in search of release, desperate to forget about the woman I’d been unable to stop thinking about all day, and yet, here she was. Inmydomain.

Rylan had infiltrated the most private sector of my life.

And she’d done so while looking likethat. Like she’d slipped inside my head and collected all of my fantasies, then combined them into one perfect package so she could stroll into my life and turn it on its head.

One glance at her tonight had me fighting the urge to wrap her ponytail around my fist and drag her back to a private room like a fucking caveman. I wanted to punish her for making me feel this way, paint the pale curves of her ass red with my palms. Turn cries of pain into sobs of pleasure.

I wanted to mark her, make her mine.

And that was completely unacceptable.

Fuck.

Turning my attention back to Mina, I leaned forward to whisper, “If you’ll excuse me, Mistress.” It was all I could muster. My throat was tight; my cock and balls even tighter.

Mina glanced from me to Rylan and back again, her curious eyes already seeing too much. Mina had known me too long; she sensed the connection between us, the magnetic pull that altered the air whenever Rylan was nearby.

I strode quickly down the hall to my private quarters, fists clenched tight and jaw grinding. The way Rylan had looked up at me with those big doe eyes. The soft swell of her breasts as she’d breathed deeply. The flare of her nostrils, the dilated pupils…

The shock that morphed into blatant desire.

The sweat beading on the soft curve of her throat.

The flush creeping up her neck.

The quick rise and fall of her breasts with each breath.

Goddammit!I needed to pull myself together. Every single salacious thought of Rylan Blake was dangerous. Getting involved with her could cost me everything.

And where the hell had she come from? I’d never laid eyes on her before today, yet now she’d infiltrated every aspect of my existence.

I slammed my fist into the door of my private quarters and it swung inward, startling Stella.