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“Are you okay, principal Byrne?” I ask, not wanting to use his first name. It’s too intimate for this setting, being that we’re outside of school, and the way he’s looking at me scares.
He stops when he’s merely a foot from me, tilting his head. “Am I okay?” His voice shakes with anger. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
The tone makes me wish I could disappear into the bricks behind me. “Natalya invited me,” I murmur, wishing my voice didn’t sound so insignificant compared to his. “I’m sorry for breaking the rules.”
His eyes flash with something I can’t quite discern at my apology as his gaze moves to my lips, then lower to my dress. “Why did you wear this dress?” He asks, running his finger slowly down the center of my body. “Were you hoping to attract male attention?” There’s a lethal edge to his voice that makes me shudder.
I shake my head. “No, my friends insisted I wear it.” I shrug. “I didn’t even want to wear it.”
The corner of Oak’s mouth twitches upwards into an almost smile, but there’s still danger sparking in his irises. “I never want to see you in a dress like this again,” he orders, leaning down toward my ear, his lips softly caressing the shell. “Unless you are by my side.” He grabs my hips with his large rough hands, digging his fingertips in enough to hurt.
His statement makes no sense, but my stomach flutters as I remember how good it felt when his lips descended on mine three days ago. “I don’t understand, sir,” I say, shaking my head and putting my hands on his chest to push him away from me. He doesn’t move. “You’re the principal of my school, which means I can’t be by your side.” I push harder.
He doesn’t budge an inch. “You can and you will.” One of his hands moves from my hip to the back of my neck, gripping me hard. “You’re mine, Eva, and I never want to see Dimitry fucking Jakov near you again. Do you understand?”
Heat fires to life inside of me, roaring like the engine of a jumbo jet at the look of pure envy in Oak’s eyes.
Is he seriously jealous of Dimitry?
A part of me wants to laugh, but I hold it in, knowing from the look on his face it would only anger him. “Why do you think you can order me around?” I lift my chin, meeting his intense gaze. “If I like Dimitry, then I’ll speak to him. It’s not—”
Oak’s fierce, animalistic growl cuts me off as he wraps his fingers around my throat, glaring at me like a man possessed. “Careful, baby girl,” he drawls, making my knees tremble as my palm remains flat against his hard chest.
“Oak,” I breathe his name, my eyes fluttering shut at the warm, possessive grip of his hand around my throat. It’s like he did in the corridor, only softer.
“If I say you’re mine, then that’s the end of it,” he snaps, nostrils flaring. “You’ll stay away from that boy, Eva. All he wants is to get into your pants.”
“And you?” I ask, feeling my heart rate speed up as I watch the man holding me.
His eyes narrow. “And I what?”
“What do you want from me?” I ask, knowing that the question is dangerous.
His hand loosens from my neck and moves lower to my collarbone as he trails his rough skin across mine. “Everything,” he murmurs, moving his hand even lower to cup my breast through the fabric of my dress. “All of you,” he purrs, eyes hooded with desire.
“Oak,” I breathe his name, blazing heat spreading through my veins. The possessiveness in his tone makes my body melt with need. My cheeks are on fire, and a deep ache ignites between my thighs at the hard length of his body against mine.
“I want to possess you,” he continues, gazing into my eyes as his hand makes its way over every inch of my body. “I want every thought you have to be filled with me,” he half-growls, looking a little feral as his grip on his control appears to slip. “I want you to want me as badly as I want you, Eva.” His lips are now an inch from mine. “Do you understand?”
I swallow hard and nod. “Yes, sir,” I breathe.
He groans and breathes the word, “Mine,” before crashing his lips into mine in a dizzying and possessive kiss that steals the air from my lungs, my common sense, and any self-respect I still had as I moan into his mouth like a whore.
How does he have such power over me?
I’ve never cared about boys or men, focused solely on getting perfect grades so I can escape my parents. Boys were an unnecessary distraction I didn’t need, and yet the moment I set eyes on this man, I could hardly focus on anything else.
My fingers dig into his hard, broad shoulders as I try to ground myself, feeling the strength of him forcing me harder into the wall of the club. I let them move from his shoulders into his dark, thick hair as he deepens the kiss, thrusting his tongue in and out of my mouth roughly, as though he has no control.
It’s oddly empowering that a man like Oak can’t control his urges for me, and it makes me feel more beautiful than I’ve ever felt, more wanted.
Oak breaks the kiss, only to continue the onslaught of his mouth lower down my neck. “So. Fucking. Beautiful,” he says, grazing his lips over my collarbone. “And all mine,” he breathes before pulling back to gaze into my eyes. “Tell me you’re mine,” he orders.
I lick my bottom lip, knowing this is utterly insane. He’s my principal, for fuck’s sake, but nothing has ever felt this right. Nothing in my life had ever felt right at all. “I’m yours, sir,” I say.
“Good girl,” he purrs before crashing his lips into mine again with a renewed vigor. This time, I let go of my insecurities, let go of my thoughts, and let him devour me from the inside out.
When we finally break free, I hear a grating laugh I recognize all too well.Jeanie Doyle.
