Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“What is your point?” she snaps.
“My point is that you should be very careful who you throw stones at, considering the skeletons in your own closet. Regardless of how much your father pays, nothing is a secret here at Loyola.”
“You can’t say those things to me,” she protests. “You’re a teacher.”
“I can, and I just did. Now take your things and leave. You will not receive a grade for the test today, and you won’t have a chance to make up for it either. Perhaps next time you consider opening your mouth in my class, you’ll have something educational to add to the conversation.”
“You can’t do that.” Libby pales. “Our grades for this class go on our college applications, Mr. Carter. Please—”
“Then you might consider keeping better company.” I shrug. “Or learning to pick your battles. Regardless, it makes no difference to me if you want to implode your futures to prove a petty point. Now I have a class to teach. Goodbye, ladies.”
I leave them standing there, slack mouthed and dumbfounded, with no doubts they’ll be running straight to the headmistress to demand my termination. But if I’m being honest, I give zero fucks about whatever storm they bring my way. When I re-enter the classroom, my eyes fall on Stella, her face hidden by the veil of hair around her as she scribbles in her journal.
I rattle off my instructions for the class to read silently amongst themselves, adding their essay assignment to the whiteboard before I dust off my hands.
“Miss LeClaire, I’d like to see you in my office.”
Her head snaps up as everyone else opens their books and begins to read quietly. I don’t wait for her response. Instead, I walk into the hall and unlock my office door. Stella isn’t far behind, and when she joins me inside, the silence swallows us whole when I shut her into the small space with me.
Our eyes meet, and I have no fucking clue what I want to say to her. But I find that words aren’t what I need right now. Instead, I stalk toward her and pin her against the wall with my body as my fingers tangle in her hair and my mouth crashes into hers.
Stella is too stunned to put up a fight, and for that, I’m grateful. I know how I left things with her, but I also know what she needs right now. I kiss the hell out of her until neither of us can breathe, and then I drag her to the desk like a caveman and spread her out on top of it. Prying her legs apart, I yank her panties down and tear them off, stuffing them into my pocket.
She watches me with a dazed expression as my lips ghost over the creamy skin of her thigh, all the way up to the paradise between her legs. When I lash at her with my tongue, she whimpers and curls her fingers into my hair.
“Sebastian.” It sounds like a protest, but there is no heart in it. I eat at her pussy and fuck her with my tongue until she trembles around me and shatters into a million pieces beneath my hands.
My dick is so hard I could fuck her for hours and never be satisfied, but this was never about me. Once she is satisfied, I rise to my feet and kiss her again, softer this time. A kiss I hope conveys the words I can never bring myself to say.
I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry that everyone has let you down.
She melts beneath my touch, and I don’t want to let her go. Finding my voice is a challenge, but somehow, I manage.
“Time to return to class, Stella.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
STELLA
WHEN SYBIL and I arrive back at the dorms after dinner, neither of us are in the least surprised to find that my wardrobe has been ransacked and all my clothes are in the middle of the floor, covered in flour.
“You know this is probably just the beginning,” Sybil groans. “She’s going to be after you like a dog with a bone now. Nobody humiliates Louisa.”
“I didn’t even humiliate her,” I growl as I gather up some of my things and begin to shove them into the laundry basket. “She did it to herself.”
“Yes, but in her mind, she can’t let you get away with that. Same with Mr. Carter. Guaranteed he has a target on his back now too. But I gotta give the guy mad props for calling her out like that. It’s about time someone finally did it.”
“Well, she’d have to be insane to go after him,” I remark absently.
“I think you mean that the other way around.” Sybil stoops down to help me gather my clothes.
“What do you mean?” I glance up at her.
“Louisa thinks she owns this school because she practically does. Her father donates a shitload of money every year for Loyola to put up with her. They even bought the new science building, which I figure must be worth at least a million. That’s why everybody turns a blind eye to her catty little comments. The staff are all secretly aware that if it comes down to them or the money, it’s always going to be the money. Mr. Carter wouldn’t be the first teacher that Louisa got fired.”