Page 7 of Stolen Tutor

Her long honey hair is in a side braid, hanging over her shoulder with bits and pieces that have slipped out around her face, looking younger than her school file says. The picture had done her an injustice and me a disservice.

She screams fucking innocent while I know she’s doing the devil’s bidding. A devil she shares the same DNA with. Scowling, I want to spank and use her while demanding she be me for forgiveness.

Finally, I take a deep breath and tell her the truth. “I don’t trust you, Lucy Masters.” It’s interesting that her last name differs from her father’s name as if that was part of the ruse.

“I’m not here to cause any trouble, Mr. Leone.” The words only infuriate me even more because they’re so fucking full of shit. She’s already caused trouble, more than she could ever fathom.

“Too late. Strip.”

“What?” Her eyes widen and her face pales, but I’m unaffected by her nervousness. She’s shrewd and working with a man who lives a double life. This should be nothing for her to comply with, and why does that piss me off?

“Strip. I want to search you.” She doesn’t move, shocked by my demand. Lips parted, an attractive place for my hard cock. “Better yet, I will do it myself.”

I grab her blouse and lift it over her head, revealing a pale pink bra holding her large tits barely in place as they fight the jiggle, which she’s quick to cover with her arms. Denying me will not be allowed. “Put your hands down or I’ll tie your wrists.”

“But…” She starts to speak, but I move fast and grip her cheeks with one hand, my thumb on one side while the rest of my fingers splay out on the other side.

“Keep your mouth shut.” The energy passing between us could light the world for a year and yet I want to squash it. She’s the enemy’s daughter. A means to an end—nothing more.

Roughly letting go, I quickly feel around her bra, squeezing her firm, young breasts. They’re too perfect and there’s no fucking wire; still, I pluck at her stiffening nipples.

Lucy’s gasps are telling. They’re mixed with shock and arousal that she’s trying to stifle, but I can read her body better than she can. Like me, her body craves what her mind knows she shouldn’t, which only adds to the heat racing through me.

Her eyes give her away that she’s nervously hoping that I end my search right where I’m at. Unfortunately for her, that’s just not going to fly.

I grab the hem of her shorts, tugging her closer to me. “Mr. Leone, um… I have my period.”

We are both still for a moment because I consider whether or not she’s lying to me, but it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve got my hands bloody this week. Granted not this kind, but there’s something almost necessary in it. “It’s okay. I’m not afraid of getting a little blood on my hands.”

“I bet you’re not.” Sliding her shorts down her slender legs, I leave her standing there in her panties, thighs clenched.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I fist my hand into her honeyed hair just at the base of her skull where her braid starts, dragging it back and tipping her chin upward so that she’s looking into my eyes.

“You know what it means,” she hisses, bravery and determination both fighting the lust that’s pouring off her.

“You have a mouth on you, little girl.”

“I’m a woman,” she informs with venom in her words, but her eyes aren’t that tough.

“Let’s see.” I slide my fingers under her panties, dipping one into her wet pussy, feeling the thick warmth from her blood, and I growl. Her cunt is tight as fuck and there’s no way I’d get two fingers inside just yet.

She swallows her moan, stifling it like a bad little girl who doesn’t want to get caught up in my touch, but that’s tough because I’m fucked when it comes to her.

“You’re not lying about everything, little girl,” I growl, rubbing my finger up and down her slit. She’s fighting the arousal, glaring at me while her body shakes.

“Tell me, Lucy, are you here to harm my niece?”

“I’m the only one who cares for her,” she tosses out with pure gall, practically spitting in my face. I want to fuck her and choke her ass at the same time.

I grip her slit harder, pulling her body firmly to me as my anger grows. “Repeat that.” I don’t know which is stronger my rage or arousal.

“I’m the only one that cares for her.” She’s tough, but I will break her.

“Fucking bullshit.” I pull my fingers from her cunt and spin her over my desk so her ass is sticking out, and I yank her panties down. My hand comes over her beautiful bottom. “Say it again. I dare you.”

“I’m the only one that loves her.” I spank her ass, watching her body jerk and her cheek turn red. Then I dip my finger into her folds, hearing her gasp turn to a whimper, so I add a second and feel her cunt flex around them. “You’re a bastard.”

“I love her more than you know, you little witch.” I reach for my pants and free my stiff cock with one hand, letting it hit her ass with a bounce. It looks perfect next to round, plump derriere. I want to just slide inside her this second.

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