Page 17 of Italian Professor

“Yeah, hey. You think that might be why she freaked out and threw her food at me?” He smirks and puts his finger up to his lips in a mock display of confusion.

“Stay away from her. Stay away from her house, too.”

“Or what? You’re the one boning her hot-ass mother. What? Are you planning to bring Aria in for a threesome? That’s not cool, Prof. You should share.”

Pezzo di merda.I slam my fist down hard on the desk and rise to my feet with a fire burning all the way to my soul. Dark possessive feelings curl in my gut, testing my wafer-thin patience. I see myself picking him up by the throat and tossing him through the wall, but I do everything I can to keep the beast at bay. If I let myself get carried away, it would mean more problems for Aria. And that I cannot let happen.

“Go home. Take three days to decide if you want to come back. You’re suspended. Now, get the fuck out before I put my hands on you.”

“Wow, you’re just touched enough that I believe you might do it,” he says, walking toward the door. He suddenly stops and adds, “Maybe I was wrong. Maybe the mother isn’t the one you’re boning.”

He storms out feeling just as cocky as he was when he came in, which is a clear sign that this boy has no idea how touched I am. How close I was to rearranging his smug face.

Aria looks terrified when I call her into the office. I don’t know how to explain to her that I’m not angry. My rational mind is just telling me that we should probably cool this thing down until after she graduates. I do my best to be strong but before I can get two sentences out she breaks down on me. Seeing this beautiful angel fall to her knees and cry is more than I can take. I don’t care what the safe thing is anymore. If it all burns down, I’ll roast marshmallows on my career as long as she’s standing beside me.

In an instant, my rage morphs into something just as visceral and feral. If it can all be damned, then there’s no reason not to follow my baser instincts, so I begin undressing her. Her tits are so perfect I can’t resist taking a taste. That’s when she surprises me by undoing my pants.

Our sex play up to this point led me to believe that she lacked experience so this isn’t a pro move. She must be just as overcome by passion as me. Then, she hits me with the best truth bomb ever. She tells me she’s a virgin. My heart practically explodes when I hear it. How this sexy morsel has managed to make it to eighteen as a virgin blows my mind. She could have had anyone she wanted, but I’m glad she waited for me. More than glad, actually. Now I’ll be her first and last. No one else will bring her to great heights of pleasure except for me.

Being inside Aria is even better than it was in the thousands of fantasies that I’ve played out in my mind up to now. She fits me like a glove and responds to my every move. Watching her tiny body thrash and quiver under me turns me on even more. I love that she likes it.

My head swims in a euphoric ocean and I barely keep from exploding, but I want her to come first so I pull back and give her a chance to catch up. Feeling her muscles spasm around my cock is all it takes to bust the floodgates.

I can’t let her leave without making sure she’s clear. “I meant what I said, Princess. You’re mine now, don’t forget it,” I tell her.

She smiles and blows me a kiss, “That’s all I want.”

I guess the next step is going to be letting her mother know about us. If she’s mine, I’m not going to spend the next four months hiding in the shadows. I don’t know how Aria will feel about it, but this is how it needs to be. Nothing and no one is going to keep me from her.

10

ANTHONY’S PLACE

ARIA

It’s the end of the day and the students filter out of the school like cattle leaving the barn for greener pastures. The sky is dark and gloomy except for the occasional lightning strikes a good distance away. I quicken my pace, hoping to hop on the bus before the sky opens up and drowns me. Halfway there, I spot Anthony in the parking lot. He’s standing by his car and waving in my direction. My phone beeps in my pocket and I pull it out to see a text from him.

“Come for a drive with me,” it reads.

I look around to see if anyone is watching me. I may not have any friends but, thanks to my famous mother, there are a few students who keep an eye on me. If there’s any drama going on, they want to know about it before the tabloids. How else will their social media accounts go viral? Everyone is too busy piling on the buses to pay attention to me so I slip around the side of the building and take the back path to the staff parking lot.

“Taking the back way? Clever girl, but you better hurry if you don’t want an outdoor shower,” Anthony calls out when I’m within earshot.

“Where are we going?” I ask as I get in the passenger seat.

“I don’t know. I just don’t feel comfortable with you being alone right now. Your jock stalker is probably spitting fire right now.”

“There’s like twenty kids on my bus. I wouldn’t be alone.”

“So, tell me, are they all getting off the bus with you when you get home and have to walk up that long, secluded driveway?”

“Okay, point taken, but you don’t really think he’s dangerous, do you?”

“I know a thing or two about what it’s like to be obsessed with you. Combine that with the fact that he’s an entitled punk with no self-control and that makes him very unpredictable. Best to give him a cooling-off period before we take any chances.”

“Okay. So, you’re taking me home then?”

“I thought we should go somewhere and have a talk first. What about a café?”

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