Page 10 of Ruthless Temptation
Whenever I read my dark romance books, he’s the face I imagine.
Nothing compares to the real thing.
“Professor Knight is in his office next door,” he says, jabbing his finger in the direction of the shared wall. He lowers his voice when he says, “He’s a real hard ass. I’m sure you know.”
I nod slowly. Where is he going with this conversation? Professor Holmes moves to stand in front of me, with his back turned to his desk.
“I’m certain he saw you come in here,” he continues. “A real nosy one, he is.”
Professor Holmes lowers himself to his knees. I watch with bated breath, unsure what’s happening in front of me andwhat the fuckit has to do with nosy Professor Knight. My short skirt has ridden up to my thighs.
I go to pull it down, but he grabs my wrists before I can.
From this angle, the moment looks like a scene out of one of my naughty dreams. Professor Holmes is kneeling between my legs, inches away from my hot, slick core.
“Can I trust you to be quiet, Tara?” he asks. “No matter what I do to you?”
My knees shake. “Yes,” I squeak out.
“My, I do hope so.” Professor Holmes lowers his eyes from my face to my bunched-up skirt. “I would hate to have to punish you if you can’t.”
There he goes again, promising me punishment.
My breath is loud in my ears as Professor Holmes lets go of my wrists and moves to hike my skirt up even higher. I try to writhe away from his touch, but he stops me by gripping my hips firmly.
“I’ll only say this once.” His voice is little more than a whisper, but strangely still so compelling. “Don’t move. This is your punishment for failing to submit your assignment.” Awicked grin twists his features. “You can accept it and I will give you a passing grade, or I can just let you fail.”
Though I don’t give two shits about my grade, since I’ll never be coming back to Saint Frederic after the summer break anyway, Idocare about what Professor Holmes thinks of me. I also care that the little fantasy I’ve been carrying around is finally coming to fruition. I sure as hell won’t be denying myself this moment—it’s straight out of a romance book.
Alarm bells are going off in my head. If we cross this line, there’s no going back.
That’s exactly why I do what he says.
“I won’t move,” I say, meeting his gaze. “I promise.”
Seemingly satisfied with my assurance, he moves to finish pulling my skirt up my hips. When he does, surprise flashes his features and my cheeks heat up. I suck in a shaky breath, embarrassed of what he’ll think.
“Hm,” he says, looking up at me. His features are dark with lust, and for a moment, I’m thrilled that it’s his desire formethat has him looking like that. “No panties?”
I shake my head, too nervous to even speak. Surely, he must think I’m a whore. If my well-chosen outfit didn’t convince him, this will.
Who goes to see their professor commando?
He runs his hand down my thighs, then pushes my knees apart. I grip the armrests, sinking my teeth into my lips as he drinks in every bit of my exposed core.
“You naughty little girl,” Professor Holmes says, even as his smile grows. “And here I thought I was the one being indecent. Tell me, Tara. What were you expecting when you came here?”
He pauses, waiting for an answer. My tongue is heavy.
I look away from him, humiliated.
“I expect you to answer my question,” he says. “Or perhaps you would rather we forget this all together?”
A whimper pushes past my lips. “I wanted….” I swallow thickly. My whole body is hot from embarrassment and arousal. Professor Holmes is so close to my center I can feel his breath splaying over my lower lips as he speaks. I’m conflicted on so many levels, but my lust wins out. “I wanted you to fuck me.”
A low rumble leaves his chest and I feel it all over. “You did? That’s adorable, angel,” he says. “I want that too.” My heart stutters in my chest. “But not today. Not here, at least.”
I try to hide my disappointment, but apparently, I don’t do that well enough.
