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She passes it to me and I grab it with my free hand, punching in my cell number and ringing it so I have her number.
“There, you have my number and I have yours now. I’ll be in touch if you don’t turn up like a good girl.”
Her nostrils flare and rage ignites in her eyes. “Whatever.”
My grasp tightens on the back of her neck. “I don’t appreciate the attitude, baby girl.”
She licks her bottom lip, drawing my attention to it. And then I kiss her, not even checking if there are students around, as I don’t care. Instead, I thrust my tongue into her mouth and kiss her deeply, taking what I want from her. It’s amusing the way she bends to my will, moaning softly into my mouth the moment my lips are on hers.
After a too short a period, we break apart.
“I’m going to be late for torture,” she says, glancing at her watch with a worried look in her eyes.
“I’d run,” I say, looking at the clock on the wall behind us. “He’s in a foul mood this morning.” I release her neck at that moment.
“Great,” she says, dodging around me and rushing down the corridor.
“I’ll see you later, Adrianna.”
She doesn’t reply or look back as she rushes toward Gav’s classroom.
I ignore that doubt clawing at the back of my mind about continuing this with Adrianna, as it feels different to any other relationship I’ve had with a student or woman in my past.
The all-consuming need to have her close constantly threatens to drown me. I can feel it eating away at me. Today is going to be a long and torturous day, but I can’t wait until Adrianna is in my bed tonight, sitting on my cock where she belongs.
* * *
The clock handmoves to quarter past eleven, and I pace up and down faster, rage coiling through me as I wonder if Adrianna is defying a direct order. All the girls have to be in their rooms by ten thirty, which means she should be here by now.
I pull my cell phone out and type a text.
Me: Where are you? Don’t make me come to your dorm and drag you here.
If she doesn’t reply or isn’t here within thirty minutes, I’ll be at her dorm. I don’t care what kind of scene I make. Adrianna belongs to me for this year, and that’s the only way the information I found gets buried.
Adrianna: I’m busy finishing an assignment.
Adrianna is testing my patience. Clenching my fists, I consider my options. The desperate need to see her right now is threatening to tear away any self-control I have.
Me: You have made a big mistake.
I grab my coat and head down the stairs of my apartment and out into the courtyard, unlocking the door into the main building. My cell phone dings.
Adrianna: I can’t help it if I have work to do.
This conversation is over. Adrianna isn’t taking my threats seriously, so perhaps it’s time I make her. I have her father’s email address and with one click of a button, I could send him the photos of his daughter meeting with his arch nemesis. It would be that simple, so I need to show her how easy it would be, even though I don’t intend to tell her family or anyone for that matter.
I key in the code to get into the girls’ dorms and march into the empty corridors. As I expected, there’s no one out at this time of night. Adrianna’s room is one of the biggest rooms because her father paid for it. I navigate to it and stop in front of her door, trying to ease some of the rage inside.
Bringing my fist to the door, I beat on it hard.
There are soft footsteps on the other side. “Who is it?”
“Don’t play games with me, Vasquez,” I say in hushed tones, not wanting to draw unwanted attention to my presence in the girls’ dorms.
“I’m not playing games. I have a torture assignment due tomorrow morning.”
“Open the damn door before I break it down.”
