Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 125121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
“Single. Cut off from your family. Looked down on by the uptight pieces of crap around here who should applaud you for standing up for yourself. But right or wrong, it doesn’t matter, because you’ll still have no family, no inheritance, and no children. And Winter will still be dead!” The scream tore from my lips. “So why be good and follow the rules? All it gets you is a fatal inheritable disease and a dead sister.”
Adonis just looked at me.
The words drew from deep in the ruined crater of my soul. “Aren’t you tired?”
“Yes,” he whispered. “Yes, I am.”
“I don’t want to be good anymore. I want to lie, and steal, and cheat.” And kill. “I want to take everything from the ones who have it all.”
Adonis gazed at me for a long time. “So do it.”
It wasn’t a conscious thought. One minute there was distance between us, and the next I erased it, shooting forward and crushing my lips against his.
“Luna!” Adonis tore away, knocking over the first aid kit. Antiseptic spilled and spread a hospital-like scent through the cozy space. “What are you doing?”
“What you told me to do.” I fell off my seat and landed on top of him—grabbing his shoulders and pinning him to the floor. “I’m being bad.”
“That’s not what I meant!” He seized my hips with no real strength. “This will not happen.”
The guy had fifty pounds and a foot on me. If he wanted me off him, I’d be flying.
“Here’s how it is, Professor Anthony.” I purred the title. “You can be good, follow all the little school rules, and get absolutely nothing for it. Or you can fuck me on this desk.”
His eyes darkened. By Thor, he was perfect in that tight sweater pulled taut over his rigid muscles. Soft locks fell over his lined brow, drawing me to his eyes—which burned me where I sat.
“What’s it going to be?”
Adonis’s grip on me tightened. “I’m not one of these little boys getting weak-kneed for a coed.”
“Thank goodness.” I reached behind me, palming his impressive and ridiculously hard length. “I don’t want a little boy. I want a man.” I rubbed harder. “I want a teacher.”
He growled, snatching my wayward wrist and pulling. The momentum tossed me off-balance, and our noses conked—lips brushed. “Luna, stop.”
The demand ghosted over my mouth. My tongue darted out, tasting it and him. “Say it again and I just might.” I met his gaze, daring him to with every breath in my body. “Say it.”
Rough pants heaved his chest. He was still holding my wrist. He was still so close to me I could practically taste the spearmint toothpaste on his tongue.
“Either make me leave...” I pressed the tiniest kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Or make me come.”
I squealed—pulled up so fast and hard, my forehead conked his shoulder. I didn’t have a chance to recover before he snapped my head back and slammed his lips on mine.
It was in the deepest, most secret part of my mind that I could admit I never let go of my crush on Professor Anthony. Guilt at hurting Victor tried to bury it. Fear that my engagement would end and my stepfather would pull me from school, fought to convince me to let it go.
But it never went anywhere. Nearly every day I thought of the wild, perfect moment when my heart ruled my head, and I kissed the handsome man who comforted me and shared in my pain. I imagined so many times what it would be like to kiss him again... and I hadn’t even come close.
Sunbursts exploded behind my eyes, blanketing my mind in warm, white light. It was as if I was transported to a safe, warm place where nothing existed but his hands on my body, and his mouth on mine.
Adonis devoured me like a starving man—tongues battling, mouths clashing, moans pouring down our throats.
Crash!
I shrieked again, giggling. Adonis shoved everything on his desk to the floor, laying me flat out. I reached for his belt but he was already there—tearing the obstacle free. I shivered under his gaze. The way he looked at me...
I gave up trying to undress him and ripped off my clothes, eager for the promise in those orbs to be fulfilled.
“What the fuck am I doing?” he said, snapping my hips to him. I grinned as he made short work of my thong—tossing it somewhere over his shoulder.
“Hope I don’t have to explain it to you,” I teased. “This isn’t your first time, right?”
A firm swat landed on my backside, blowing my brows up my forehead. My core lit up so hot and fast, it melted the juices leaking from my pussy. Did he just spank me?
“Stop talking.”
I caressed my toes down his chest, marveling at the body hidden under those dress shirts and sweaters. How could a man this gorgeous exist? “Will you punish me if I don’t, Professor?