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He smiles into my stomach and takes his time leaving extra marks on his path to my mouth—which doesn’t escape his tirade. My bottom lip splits in multiple places, and I can taste the blood swishing around between our tongues.
“Your real punishment will be when you take your shirt off in class tomorrow for our lesson.”
A warning shot goes off in my head as the dots connect.
We’re teaching a class tomorrow. At some point I always have to take my shirt off because I work up such a sweat.
This asshole.
I scowl, and he stakes his claim on my mouth again.
“Everyone will know you have a very attentive lover.” He flicks his tongue over my mouth and digs his erection into my thigh. “And that you like when he roughs you up.”
I blow a huff of frustration out through my nose. “You’re an ass. For the marks and for being a tease.”
“A tease?”
I arch my hips and his clothed dick presses between my legs.
“You have to be dying to come.”
His lips twist into a grin.
“Oh, I am, sweetheart. Touching you is driving me mad.”
“Then take it out and come on me. You’ve already covered me with your mouth. Why not your cum, too?”
He hums, chastity kisses the corner of my mouth, and gives me a solid thrust of his ridiculously hard dick.
“Because you haven’t earned it yet. And like I said, I want to save it all for that wicked mouth.”
I pout, but he only nips at my mouth again.
“You know exactly what you signed up for.”
I do, and it just might be the death of me.
Chapter 14
Corvin
For all of his fight, Shiloh’s surrender comes like an early sunrise: blissful, beautiful, and awe-inspiring. His body welcomes the pain, savors the pleasure, and yearns for the release of control as I make a symphony out of his cries.
I lose several days of work being wrapped up in him and close my RA hours early so I can take care of him. It wasn’t just theoretical when Shiloh asked if he could be too much for me, because his sexual appetite is insatiable.
He’s no pillow princess either. When he wants a punishment, he has no problems coming up to me while I work and playing with my cock through my shorts until he gets what he wants.
Which is bent over my lap with my handprint seared onto his ass.
It’s incredible how he can look at me with equal parts hatred and lust.
Hating me is his coping mechanism, and being his warden is mine.
“You’re really going to fuck with him knowing that you’ve got hella feelings?”
One of these days I’ll stop feeling like Rascal is watching my sex life with a bowl of popcorn in his lap.
“At least I’m getting action. When’s the last time you took dick? Oh, wait, I already know that answer.”
