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“I do,” she says quickly.
My brows raise, and my lips pinch together. “And yet you’ve spent every moment and interaction with me filled with lies. I’m not sure how to rectify this situation. You’ve been here two months and not once did you come forward. I could have helped you better if I knew the truth. How am I supposed to trust you now?”
She steps closer, her thighs pressing against the edge of my desk. “I’ll do anything. Punish me. I’ll never lie to you again. Please don’t write me off yet,” she begs, her bottom lip trembling.
The offer is too tempting to turn down. I rest my chin in my hand, watching her. There’s a fierce devotion in her eyes that I usually only see when she looks at Zane. I want nothing more than to force her to her knees and have her open her mouth for me like she did for him. Clearing my throat, I reach into a drawer and pull out three pieces of notebook paper. “You’ll write lines.” I push the papers across the desk. “On every line, you will write ‘I will not lie to my professor’ on all three pages, front and back.”
She nods. “And then you’ll forgive me?”
I give her a firm nod. She gathers the papers and turns to head back to her desk. “You’ll do it here, Miss Russo,” I say, pointing to the floor next to me. She rounds the desk without complaint and stands there hesitantly. I move some stuff out of the way. “Kneel here and use my desk.”
She gets to her knees right beside me. I pull out a pencil and set it on top of her papers. As I watch, she picks up the pencil and starts to write. When she gets close to the end of the first page, I lean over to check her work. She doesn’t pause, though her breathing deepens as I lean closer to her. Next time I have her write lines for me, I’ll have her do it sitting in my lap.
She writes and writes without pausing or taking a break. The door opens when she’s halfway through the back of the last page. Zane walks in, his eyes narrowing on us. I keep a placid expression on my face as he walks over. When his eyes land on her paper, they land on me and I’m suddenly relieved he can’t shoot lasers out of them. “What are you doing?” he demands.
Viviana answers even though the question was definitely for me. “Writing lines.”
Zane’s teeth clench. He knows exactly what this is about, and I can’t force myself to feel guilty. “Get up, Viv.”
She shakes her head. “I’m almost done.”
I glance down to see she’s only got two left. Zane’s hands slamdown on the desk and she jumps, but continues. She looks up at him when she finishes the last line. “What’s wrong?”
Zane frowns at her question, turning angry eyes on me. “No. You’re not going to play your fucking dominance games with her. She doesn’t understand what you’re doing.”
“He was punishing me for lying.”
“See, she knows.” I lean back in my seat lazily.
Zane grits his teeth. “Did you tell her what you get out of it?” I shrug my shoulders and do feel a bit guilty for that. “You’re such a fucking asshole.”
“What are you talking about?” Viviana asks, getting to her feet.
Zane glares at me before turning soft eyes on her. “He’s treating you like a submissive.”
Her head tilts to the side. “He’s my teacher and I’m a student. In that relationship, I am supposed to follow his rules.”
Zane shakes his head. “No, like BDSM.”
Her mouth forms a smallo. “That’s, like, a sex thing, right?”
Zane nods and her brows furrow again as she leans forward to whisper, “We weren’t having sex.”
He glares at me and gestures to her. “See what I mean!”
I give him another shrug. “It was harmless.”
Zane shakes his head. “And next time you find a reason to ‘punish’ her, will it be harmless then?”
I raise my brows. “Viviana can always say no.” I look over to her. “If I ever ask you to do something that makes you uncomfortable, say no.”
She gives me a tight nod. Zane growls low under his breath. “She fucking idolizes you. She’d do anything you ask of her.”
“Hey, asshole! I do have a damn brain of my own. I can make decisions. I would never do anything I don’t want to do, no matter who tells me to,” she tells Zane with fury burning in her eyes.
I shrug. “Hey, Viviana, can you stab yourself in the leg for me?” She narrows her eyes at me.
Zane curses when she pulls a knife from her bra and he tries to lurch forward to grab her. He’s too late, though. Her arm arcs and the knife digs in deep.
