Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
“I want you,” I whisper, giving in to the madness.
“Professor.” He corrects me.
A shudder of raw desire rolls through me. “I want you, Professor.”
His lips nearly brush mine when he says, “Good girl.”
An embarrassing whimper slips out of me in response to the low praise. I’ve been craving to hear him say it for days.
It seemed impossible before now. Completely wrong.
But I don’t care anymore. We passed inappropriate when he found me in the library.
“Stay,” he commands, lingering against my lips for a few pulsing heartbeats, imposing his will.
When he releases my face, I try to follow his touch on instinct.
His grip tightens in my hair.
“We’ll have to work on your obedience, brat.”
“My name is Lena,” I rebut.
“I can think of a lot of names I’d prefer to use right now, but we’ll stick with brat until you’re better behaved.”
I pout. “You’re being an asshole again.”
He tugs my head back, giving me a little flash of warning pain.
“And you love it.”
He shouldn’t be able to read me so easily, but all my defenses are in tatters. Ever since he found out about my stalker and vowed to be my protector, I haven’t been able to keep up my walls around him.
Or maybe it’s our chemistry that renders me powerless against his probing gaze.
“Then I guess it won’t be much of a punishment if I enjoy it so much,” I purr. “You’ll have to try harder, Professor.”
His grin is practically evil. “You wanted an orgasm while you were touching yourself in the library. I’ll make sure you get one. You’ll beg for mercy before I’m finished with you.”
“Oh no, how terrible to be given an orgasm. You’re so cruel.” I’m baiting the beast, but I’m drunk on our heady connection.
“You have no idea.”
He loosens his tie.
“Give me your wrists.”
I hesitate, clinging to my final scrap of resistance. I’m enjoying our power play.
His beautiful face firms to the stern mask that messes with my head and makes my insides melt.
My wrists are in front of me. His navy tie is silky soft, and his fingers are featherlight as he brushes my pulse points, reminding me just how much he makes my heart race.
He knots the tie in place, securing my wrists together in front of me. He tugs on the length, using it as a leash to guide me inexorably to his desk.
Books and papers go flying with one powerful sweep of his arm, making me jump.
Undeterred, he grasps my hips and manhandles me until I’m bent over the desk.
I squirm. “Hey!”
His hand cracks across my butt, stinging even through my jeans.
“Don’t sass me again,” he warns. “You’ll only make things worse for yourself.”
He leans over me and secures my wrists to the opposite corner of the desk, stretching me out beneath him. His thick erection presses into my ass, and I tense.
“Wait,” I pant. “I’m not… This is too fast.”
He backs away just enough so that our only contact is his hand in my hair. His fingers play through the brunette locks in a soothing rhythm.
“I’m not going to fuck you,” he promises.
“But don’t you…” My cheeks heat, and I’m not sure if I’m disappointed or flustered. “Don’t you want me?”
“You have no idea how goddamn badly I want you,” he confesses. “But I won’t take more than you’re ready to give.”
I draw in a shaky breath and relax beneath his tender touch on my hair.
It defies all logic, but he’s promised to keep me safe so many times. He won’t hurt me now.
And I’m so consumed by need that logic left the room a long time ago.
“Are you ready to be punished?” he asks, voice low and deep with his own desire.
I try and fail to suppress a shiver. “What about my kiss?”
“So greedy,” he admonishes. “You’ll get your kiss eventually.”
For a moment, I think of Bones’ rough growl. He often accuses me of being greedy.
Rand seems every bit as domineering as my masked man.
I guess I have a type.
I shove thoughts of Bones from my mind before guilt can nip at me. Rand is more than just a faceless man on a screen. He’s all too real, his body heat pulsing over me.
His deft fingers find the button at the front of my jeans.
I tense again, but he shushes me gently. “I’m in charge, but you’re the one in control. Nothing will happen without your consent.”
“I don’t want to stop,” I whisper.
My body is on fire for him. My clit pulses madly, and my nipples are hard against my bra. The pressure of my breasts on the desk is a delicious ache that makes my core flutter with an answering throb.
He drags my jeans down my legs, allowing them to bunch at my ankles in a perverse sort of hobble. With my wrists trapped and my pants tangled around my calves, there’s no evading him.