Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
He swivels us around and presses my back to the door, settling his hard cock against my pussy. I dig my heels into his ass so I can control the movement of my body, doing my best to grind against him.
“Quit that,” he commands. “Or I’m going to come right now.”
“Maybe I want you to come.”
“We’re here for punishment, not fun.”
My heart trips over itself. I’m such a sucker for his brand of punishment.
“What are you going to do to me?” I ask, voice breathy and lust-filled.
“Spank you, of course.” He eases me to my feet. “Turn around and push your jeans down to your knees.”
A thrill of pleasure shoots through me. “This is so inappropriate, Mr. Park. Shouldn’t you just give me detention?”
His nostrils flare. “I’ll do as I goddamn well please, Miss Reyes. Now show me your pretty peach.”
I turn around and fumble with my button. I’m nearly desperate to get my jeans down. I start to pull my panties down too, but he swats at my hand.
“Leave them on. I don’t want you getting any funny ideas,” he rumbles. “Like that your teacher might get distracted and fuck you. This is pure punishment.”
“You could be quick,” I taunt. “No one would even know if you did it.”
He grabs hold of the material and tugs them upward. My panties are dragged between my ass cheeks nearly to the point of pain. He palms one of the bare cheeks before giving it a hard smack.
“You’re not in charge here, Miss Reyes. I am. Keep your dick sucking lips closed or I’ll be forced to punish those as well.”
I lean my cheek against the door and push my ass toward him. He rewards me with smack after smack. They’re not painful, but over and over again, the flesh begins to burn. Just when I don’t think I can take any more, he slides a hand to my front, seeking out my clit. The pleasure is dizzying. I bite down on my bottom lip, barely suppressing a moan. His lips find the side of my neck and he sucks me hard while he fingers me into oblivion.
“Oh, God,” I whimper. “That feels so…”
My words trail off as my orgasm nearly sweeps me off my feet. The world tilts and whirls around me. He waits until I’ve come down from my high before he pulls his fingers away. I’m a boneless mess, satisfied to let him right my underwear and pull up my jeans. Once I’m put back together again, he turns me around and plants a wet kiss on my lips.
“You’re the most perfect goddamn girl on the planet, sweetheart. I’m going insane for you and I don’t give a damn.” He leans his forehead against mine. “Keep it up and I’m going to keep you forever.”
“Promise?”
He kisses me hard, letting me feel the promise in his unspoken word. Callum Park wants me. Really, really wants me. Not for some quick fuck, but forever.
“I have to tell you something,” I murmur. “It’s probably stupid, but I don’t have anyone else to share these things with.”
“Oh no, did you get a B in one of your classes?”
His teasing is so youthful and sweet, I nearly give in and ignore what I wanted to tell him in order to preserve his good mood.
“It’s about Levi,” I admit.
This sobers him up. He transforms from playfully smiling to glaring. “Did he hurt you?”
“Not exactly, no. He just scared me.”
Callum’s teeth grind together noisily. If he keeps it up, he’s going to crack them. “Go on.”
So, I tell him the story of him waiting in my room after my shower, his hunting me down at the library, and then the manhandling. By the time I finish, Callum is seething.
“I’m going to fucking kill that piece of shit.”
I grab hold of his tie, pulling him closer to me. “You can’t. He’s seventeen. You’re his teacher. I can handle him for now.”
“For now,” he growls. “But what happens when you no longer can?”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask if I can come live with him and then I wouldn’t have to worry about Levi anymore. But then I think about Mom. All alone with those two freaks.
“I’ll let you know if he does it again,” I promise. “We can decide what to do then.”
“You’ll tell me if he so much as looks at you wrong?”
“Yes. No secrets between us. You’re my…”
The fury fades and he smirks. “Your what?”
“Boyfriend.” My face blazes with heat, a sudden unsureness settling in my bones. “Right?”
He kisses me sweetly on the lips. “Yeah, sweetheart, I’m your boyfriend if you want to get technical. And you? You’re my everything.”
His everything.
When he puts it that way, I don’t feel so alone in this world. I have a partner. Someone to count on and spend time with. Someone to sneak kisses with and trade orgasms in dark closets.