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He growls. “I don’t need to play fair.”
I’ve never seen Archer Daniels so wound up and I find it rather amusing, to be honest. “Careful, you might get hooked on her.”
His jaw clenches. “No chance. I just want to fuck her.”
I’m not entirely sure I believe that, as he’s acting too obsessively over her. Adrianna Vasquez is the first person to put up a fight to his advances, and Archer always loves a fight. He’s so damn used to the girls falling at his feet and spreading their legs with nothing more than a request. I sense this is going to end differently. “Whatever. You should give up before you get in too deep.”
“You know I never give up.”
“Yes.” I nod. “One of your many flaws.”
He clenches his fist and turns around. “Determination isn’t a flaw, it’s a strength. I’m done talking to you.” He walks out of the staff room without another word.
It’s never been this easy to wind up Arch but I take great delight in it. The door slams behind him and I sit up straighter, checking the time on my watch. It’s not long until the bell will ring, signaling the end of lunch, and I know Camilla has a free period next.
There’s only so long a man can stay away from pure, sweet temptation it would make a damn saint sin. I’m the opposite of a fucking saint. I’m a sinner through and through. And now I’m at my breaking point. Today I’m going to hunt her down and make her mine. By the time I’m done with Camilla, she’ll be unrecognizable.
The first chime of the bell breaks through my thoughts, forcing me to my feet as I march toward the staff room door, slipping my flask into the inside jacket pocket as I step into the corridor. I may or may not need it later, depending on how this encounter turns out.
Students are hustling through the corridors to their next classes, but all of them give me a wide berth when they see me heading in their direction. My reputation makes it easier to navigate through the school, especially when it’s busy like this. Every step I take is faster, as I don’t want to miss her and be too late.
I round the corner to the senior lockers and release a breath I didn’t know I was holding when I see her standing at her locker with the door open, rummaging through her books.
Desire floods through me as I lean against the wall and let my eyes dip slowly down the back of her beautiful, curvy frame from behind. It’s nice to see her firm ass from this angle. My balls tighten as I feel my pants become uncomfortable over my hardening cock. It’s fun to watch her from a distance, while she stands there unsuspecting, completely oblivious to the fact a monster is watching and waiting to pounce.
She flicks her chestnut brown hair over her shoulder as she slams the locker door shut and then turns around. Her eyes meet mine instantly and I notice the way her cheeks flush a deep red. She licks her bottom lip, and it’s as if every little movement and quirk of hers is designed to drive me wild. Camilla Morrone calls to my sadistic instincts to hunt, catch, and punish.
Her femininity is impossible to ignore, and it drives me down right insane.
I push myself off the wall and walk toward her, eyes fixed on my prize. This part of the corridor isn’t too busy.
Her honey brown eyes are wide as she stares at me for a moment, frozen to the spot. And then she pivots to turn her back to me and marches in the opposite direction.
“Morrone,” I bark her surname, stopping her in her tracks.
I see the way her whole body stiffens as she comes to an abrupt halt, turning slowly to face me. “Yes, sir?” Her voice is high-pitched as her cheeks turn so red I can’t believe it’s possible.
I fold my arms over my chest. “My office, now.”
The delicate column of her throat bobs as she swallows hard, drawing my eyes to it. I want to put my collar around it and make her wear it day and fucking night. “Sir, I’m supposed to be meeting my friends at—”
“I don’t give a shit, Morrone.” I step closer to her, towering over her small frame. “Now and don’t make me ask again.”
It’s clear that trying to resist a pull like Camilla has on me is a grave mistake. As it has only become stronger and more uncontrollable as time passes by. It’s been one week since we all went to the bar together and I licked her sweet, virgin cunt outside in an alleyway. Ever since, I’ve tried to avoid her, knowing that what we were doing was walking a tightrope.
Camilla’s nostrils flare, and for the first time, I see defiance in her eyes. “May I ask what this is about?”
“You may not.” The buzz of whiskey is still filtering through my bloodstream as I hold her steely gaze, knowing I will not back down on this. She’s coming to my office whether she likes it or not. Her chest hitches as I take another step forward, leaving barely a foot between us. “Now get your ass into my office before I drag you in there.”
I sense her hesitation as she stares at me. For a moment, I honestly believe my submissive little pet might refuse to obey for the first time, until her shoulders slump in defeat and she relents, turning to walk toward my office without saying a word.
I keep close to her, watching the way her hips sway in such a sexy way. It’s not something she does on purpose, but it’s damn right irresistible. Camilla comes to a stop outside of my office door, glancing back at me. I love the way her full lips purse together softly as she tangles her fingers together, proving that she’s anxious—that I make her anxious.
Slowly, I move close to her so that my arm is brushing against hers. I watch as her full breasts heave inward with a sharp intake of breath as if my touching her so briefly floods her veins with electricity. Forcing myself to stop staring at her, I pull the key to my door out of my jacket pocket and slide it into the lock. And then I look at her again as I push the door open, waiting for her to step inside first.
I can practically taste her fear as a visible tremor moves through her body as she breaks eye contact and walks into my office. She hugs her arms around herself as if that’s going to protect her and doesn’t look at me.
“Have a seat,” I say, watching her like a hawk.
