Page 92 of Illicit Education

So I waited, even though we both knew where this was headed.

What did it say about me that even after his reprehensible behavior, I still wanted him?

God, possibly even more so now.

Ilikedhim angry.

My body thrummed with that desire. It coursed through my veins, intoxicating, liquid heat that pooled in my groin–

“Answer me, goddammit,” he growled, the sound low and deep.

Primal.

Fuck it. I’d punished him long enough. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Master–”

His lips were on mine before I’d even finished the word. They pressed against mine, painfully hard.

He didn’t kiss me, heclaimedme.

Mine, his tongue said with every firm stroke.

His hand around my neck tightened and he moved me backward until I hit the desk, then slid both hands around my neck. His thumbs dug into my cheeks as he turned my head to give him better access to my mouth. He slanted his mouth over mine more fully and I whimpered into his kiss, chasing each firm stroke of his tongue with matching, hungry strokes of my own. His hands moved over my shoulders, pushing the blazer down my arms with fevered need. I scrambled to pull it off, then pushed up on my tiptoes to kiss him again.

But he pulled back, searching my gaze as he fought to catch his breath. He wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me until I sat on his desk, then slid his hands beneath my skirt and shoved it up around my waist. His eyes flashed with predatory hunger as his gaze landed on the matching green satin between my legs.

Then he took a step back. His head dropped and his body rocked forward. “Jesus, fuck.”

No no no

Don’t stop now

I reached for him and tugged him forward until he stood between my legs again, then I grabbed his hand and pushed it between my thighs. As soon as his fingers connected with my heat, we both moaned, and our mouths crashed together once more.

Roughly, he slid the fabric aside and drove his fingers through the wetness. He dragged his mouth down my cheek, nibbled along the edge of my chin, then moved lower, tasting me with hungry, open-mouthed kisses as he traveled over my skin. I panted louder with each stroke of his fingers, each flick of his tongue, tangling my hands in his hair as he lowered to his knees and shoved my legs apart as far as they would go.

Arching, I leaned back on his desk and pushed toward him.

“Fuck,” he moaned, “I want you so fucking bad.”

I lifted my head to look down at him, meeting his dark gaze. His eyes searched mine, desperately looking for something. Leaning back on one hand, I slid the other hand into his hair and dragged my fingers over his scalp.

He closed his eyes, tilting his head toward my hand to follow my fingers, then his hands slid up my thighs, tightening at the top, and I froze. His thumbs were so close to where I wanted him. He opened his eyes and locked me in his dark gaze.

“What did you decide? Are you in?”

Was he serious? Was it not obvious? I’d beeninsince the day I first laid eyes on him.

But even just now, after he’d been so rude to me, I’d called himMaster…

I was spread eagle on his desk, for fuck’s sake.

A laugh slipped past my lips, but I quickly covered my mouth, nodding. “I’m so fucking in.”

He rose to his feet so quickly I gasped.