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“Shit,” I breathe.
Oak turns stiff against me, shaking his head and bringing a finger to his lips. “Quiet.”
“We need to get out of here,” I whisper, noticing a group of three girls standing in the club’s entryway. “They haven’t seen us yet.”
Oak searches my eyes before pushing away from me and grabbing my hand, pulling me down a dark alleyway. “I’m taking you home,” he says, yanking me toward a road behind the club, where his SUV is parked.
“Haven’t you had too much to drink?” I ask.
He walks past the SUV straight to a cab parked on the road. “The Syndicate Academy,” he says to the driver before opening the back door for me.
“Get in,” he says, glaring at me sternly.
I slide into the back seat, and he slams the door before getting into the passenger’s seat next to the driver.
My stomach dips in disappointment that he didn’t get in the back with me, but something tells me almost getting caught by Jeanie Doyle rattled him. The distance between us only makes me ache more.
It’s a long, silent ride back to the Syndicate Academy campus, but once we’re there and the cab starts its drive back down the long, winding driveway, Oak’s hand lands on the small of my back. His body draws close, and the heat of him invades my space and makes my knees weak. “Come with me,” he murmurs into my ear.
I clutch onto his arm as he leads me away from the main building, making my heart pound. “Where are we going?”
Oak tuts. “No questions, Eva.”
I swallow hard and allow him to steer me down a small, dimly lit path that appears to wind toward the edge of the forest beneath an ornamental archway draped in an evergreen climber.
My stomach flips when I see a quaint, stone-built cottage at the end of the path. “Is this where you live?”
Oak squeezes my hip gently. “Yes,” he murmurs, glancing around. “No one will walk in on us here.”
My thighs squeeze together, and my heart races as I realize this is happening. Principal Oakley Byrne wants me.I don’t know why, but he does, and it makes me crazy with need. As we walk closer to the beautiful little cottage, I know that I’m going to give him what he wants. Everything—all of me belongs to him.
It is wrong. It is forbidden. And yet, every moment I’m with Oak, life has never felt so right. It’s as if I was born to be his. I shiver as an icy wind whisks through the grounds, forcing me to move closer to Oak’s warmth.
He tightens his grip on my hip as we make the last one-hundred-yard walk to his front porch. He lets go of me, fishing his key out of his pocket.
I watch him as he unlocks the ornate wooden door and pushes it open before sliding his hand to the small of my back, steering me inside. His touch makes me shudder, but for all the right reasons. I’m so on edge, so needy for him.
And then the sound of the door clicking shut and him turning the lock snaps me right back into reality. My heart thumps incredibly hard in my ears. “Sir, what are we—”
Oak yanks me against him hard, cutting me off mid-sentence. “No questions,” he breathes, his lips a mere inch from my own as he searches my eyes. It feels like he can see right through me, right into my soul.
I tremble, struggling to believe that Oakley Byrne, the most beautiful man I’ve ever met, actually wants me. “Are we going to do this?”
The smile that spreads onto his lips is wicked as he lifts a brow. “What exactly do you think we’re going to do?”
I feel heat spread through my body, turning my cheeks into flame. “I-I…” Knowing that I’ve never been rendered speechless, I trail off. This man turns me mindless. I chew on my bottom lip, unable to meet his gaze.
Oak hooks a finger under my chin, lifting it, so my eyes meet his. “Tell me what you want me to do to you, Eva.”
Shame coils through me as I’m too inexperienced, too ashamed to tell him what I want. Instead, I shake my head. “I don’t know.”
His grip turns forceful, almost painful. “Don’t lie to me.”
The dominance in his tone is addictive as I swallow hard, searching his hungry, aqua eyes. “I want you, sir.”
A muscle in his jaw ticks as he lets go of my chin and grabs my hips instead, yanking me against his hard, powerful body. “What exactly do you want me to do to you?” He asks again, his lips moving to my neck as he kisses me softly, trailing them lower until they’re over my collarbone.
I can hardly think with his lips on me. “Everything,” I breathe, licking my lips, which have become too dry. “I want you to touch me.”
