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I nod in response, feeling the gallop of his heart drum against my fingers.
“I don’t know what I would have done if I hadn’t got to you in time.” There’s pure anguish in his eyes. “You’re everything to me, Eva.”
My heart aches hearing him say that. “Oak, I’m sorry.”
“You should’ve listened to me when I told you not to attend with him.” He pulls me tighter against him, wrapping his fingers in my hair and yanking my head back. “Do you know how it killed me to watch you in his arms?” His jaw clenches. “I wanted to walk over and choke the life out of him.”
My eyes widen. “You wouldn’t–”
“I’d do anything for you,” he growls before kissing me.
It feels like I melt the moment his lips are on me. My knees wobble as I clutch onto his muscular shoulders, trying to find an anchor.
Oak lifts me off the floor, forcing me to wrap my legs around him. He takes me over to my desk at the front of the class and perches me on the edge, standing between my thighs. “I’m going to fuck you here on your desk like I’ve wanted to since the first class you attended.”
His eyes blaze with power and purpose. “Do you know what I did that day when we were alone in here, and you were finishing your essay?” Oak asks, planting soft kisses down my neck.
I shake my head. “No, sir.”
“I pulled my cock out under my desk and jerked off while I watched you work,” he breathes, making my nipples harden at the filthy mental picture he’s painting. “I came all over the underside of my desk thinking about fucking you.”
“Are you serious?” I ask, my thighs clenching around him at the mere idea that he was so desperate for me even then that he couldn’t control himself.
“Deadly.” He bites my earlobe, making me jerk at the sensation. “I believe you walked over as I’d climaxed and asked if I was alright. My cum was coating the underside of my desk, and you stood over me with a furrowed brow. I knew then I was royally fucked.” He licks a path right down my neck. “I knew you would be mine.” He fumbles with the zip of my dress and drags it down, pulling the fabric below my breast. “So perfect,” he breathes before closing his lips around my puckered nipples one by one.
I moan, allowing him to devour my skin like a wild animal. “I knew the moment I set eyes on you that I’d never met a man as beautiful as you.”
Oak laughs. “There are many words you could use to describe me, but beautiful isn’t one of them.” He grabs hold of the fabric of my thong under my dress and tears it apart, making me gasp. “I’m corrupt, dark, and dangerous, Eva,” he murmurs into my ear, the zip of his slacks echoing. “The kind of man your mother warns you not to go near.”
“Fuck my mother,” I growl, angrier than I intended, grabbing his dress shirt and tearing it apart at the buttons. “She’s never given two shits about me.” I search Oak’s eyes, which are full of surprise at my outburst. “You may be dark, corrupt, and all of those things you say, but to me, you’re beautiful.” I notice the gold medallion I’ve seen every time around his neck, knowing I’d meant to ask him about it, but never had the courage.
Oak groans, adjusting his position between my thighs. The head of his cock rests at my soaking wet entrance.
All I can think about is how he raced to my aid in those ruins. My knight in shining armor, despite the danger it posed to him if he were caught.
“I can never get enough of you,” Oak says before thrusting deep inside of me.
I claw my fingertips into his back, trying to anchor myself on the edge of the small wooden desk. It’s hard to believe that this man wants me.
Oak growls ferociously as he increases the tempo. His huge, powerful hands gripping my hips in a way I know will leave bruises. Every time this man takes me, he leaves marks on my skin that linger as a reminder of him, etched into my skin for days.
“I wish we could remain like this forever,” I breathe, as Oak’s body rams into mine repeatedly. “I want your cock in me all day, every day.”
He groans, pressing his forehead to mine. “So do I, baby girl.” He digs his fingertips into my hips, spreading a biting pain through my body. “These past five days have been fucking torture, even with all those sexy photos you sent me.” He captures my lips, kissing me with a passion that robs me of oxygen. “I’ve jerked myself off more times than a pubescent fucking teenager.”
I moan, arching my back. “How many times?”
Oak bites my lip. “Three or four times a day.” He shakes his head. “Although, five today after you sent me the picture of you in that dress.”
I moan, overcome by how badly he wants me. It’s hard to believe I have the power to make a man like Oak that horny.
“I thought three times a day was a lot.”
He grazes his teeth down the column of my neck. “Is that how many times a day you made yourself come for me?”
“Yes, sir,” I pant, as he holds himself inside of me. “I can’t stop thinking about your cock.”
Oak pulls out almost completely, and then, when I think he’s about to leave, thrusts every inch all the way back inside.
