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Eva has control over me that’s she not even aware of. Each time I punish her, I feel a little more of my control slip. I know I should put a stop to her daily lessons, but it’s as if I’m powerless.
“Oak,” she practically moans my name, making my cock throb against her abdomen. She wriggles again, trying to fucking kill me.
“What?” I rasp, struggling to maintain my position as an authoritative figure rather than a lover. I want to tell her to moan my name while I fuck the innocence right out of her on the chapel floor.
Her thighs clench together. “I’ve already told you the truth,” she breathes.
“Wrong answer,” I say before bringing my hand down on her ass again, allowing my fingers to move closer to her center. “Stand. Up.” I grit out. If I don’t stop now, I will impale myself in the sweet, innocent little virgin before she can say the wordno.
Eva trembles as she returns to her feet, straightening up. She reaches to pull the hem of her nightgown down, but I grab her wrist to stop her.
“No,” I order.
I can feel the tenuous grip on my control slipping as I take in the beautiful sight of her so bare for me. A few moments tick by as memorize it like a masterpiece of art. When I move my eyes back to her face, I realize where her eyes are fixated; on the thick outline of my erection.
I clear my throat, snapping her out of it. “You are dismissed.”
Eva’s eyes flash with disappointment as she licks her lips before nodding. She pulls the hem of her slip down, grabs the robe, and wraps it around herself. Without another word, she rushes away from the chapel and me–away from the monster who wants to devour her whole and spit out her fucking bones.
If Eva knew the truth, she’d run for her life and never look back.
12
EVA
Irush down the hallway toward my next class, knowing I’m already late for math with Professor Jameson. By far, out of all the teachers, she is the nicest of them.
Not to mention, she teaches both math and English, the two normal subjects at this God-forsaken school.
After Oak spanked me over his knee, I had to rush back to my dorm, dress as fast as I could, and run back out.
He is insane. He may be hot as hell, and at first, the idea of being bent over daily and spanked by such a dominant, sexy man fed a dark fantasy of mine, but as our lessons carried on, I wondered what he was getting out of it. Now, it seems he’s changed tactic, which I’m reminded of as I glance down at my still red fingers. My skin crawls at the memory of how much blood there was on that floor. I’ve tried to scrub the blood off them, but I didn’t have enough time.
When I first met Oak, I couldn’t stop thinking about how good it would be to cross the line between teacher and student, but the saying, be careful what you wish for, is fitting for this situation. He never crosses that line, but he flirts with it, and I can see the longing in his eyes afterward.
Today was just as bad. Oak watched me bend over in my slip as I scrubbed the floor, and I could see that dark lust in his eyes. Then he hauled me over his knee and spanked me with his hand…
I don’t have the words to explain how erotic it was and how wrong it was for my principal to do that to me. I can still feel the phantom press of his hard erection against my abdomen. If there’s one thing that I’m certain of, Oak gets off on inflicting pain.
I shake my head as I hasten my footsteps, rounding the corner only to bump straight into Elias. A dark smirk spreads onto his lips. “Look who it is. Eva Carmichael.” His eyes narrow. “Do you realize who you are fucking with?”
I tilt my head to the side. “Not really, and I don’t care. I’m late for math.” I try to sidestep around him, but he steps into my path.
“No one talks to me the way you did and gets away with it.” He cracks his neck. “Now you’ve made Gurin think she can talk shit to me too, which I will ensure never happens again.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “Get out of my way.”
His fists clench by his side before he wraps his fingers around my neck, practically lifting me off the floor.
I struggle to draw in any breath, staring into his soulless blue eyes. My heart hammers so hard as I thrash my legs toward him, trying to break free by any means possible.
“Listen to me, you little bitch,” he growls. “Natalya is mine to torment and always has been. Mine, do you understand? If you step in one more time, I’ll fucking kill you.” His eyes narrow. “Do you under–”
“Morales,” Oak’s roaring voice cuts through the corridor. “Drop her now,” he growls.
He obeys, literally dropping me on my ass.
I groan at the impact and struggle to get to my feet, but before I can, Oak hauls me up himself.
