Page 41 of Corrupted Pleasure

“I’d bet all the money in that bag, and in my bank account, that you are into freaky shit,” I challenged her, baiting her.

This time she scoffed, but didn’t respond.Smart girl.I’d enjoy teaching her freaky shit and seeing her face as she enjoyed it. Suddenly, I wanted to see what my touch did to her. I wanted to feel her shiver. Take it all from her.

“Now what?” she bit out.

“Are they waiting for you?” I asked instead of answering her question. She swallowed hard and shook her head.Little liar. “You will send them a text and tell them to go back to the university without you.”

Her gaze burned through me, her breathing hitched.

“Now,” I clipped when she didn’t move.

She jumped and dug into the backpack. I watched her pull out her phone and her graceful fingers move over the keyboard.

“I want to see the message before you send it.”

She narrowed her eyes on me. “Control freak,” she muttered.

She had no fucking idea. She took two steps towards me and pushed the screen into my face.

“Here.” I read the message.*All good. Go without me. I’ll meet you back at the dorms.*“Happy?”

I nodded my approval and she pushed the send button, then shoved her phone back into the backpack.

Her gaze flared back my way and she waited. She was so close to me, I could smell her. Intoxicating.

Oh yes, this raven haired spitfire was a freak. She just didn’t know it yet.

“First, you drink my most expensive bottle of cognac,” I deadpanned and surprise flashed in her eyes. It appeared she was too drunk last night to realize she saw me. “Then you steal from me.” She bit her bottom lip, and I had to fight the urge to take her mouth.

“Sorry,” she muttered, like that would make it all better.

“Take your panties off,” I demanded, deciding how I’d punish the little thief. I wanted to spank her ass red and the moment she opened that safe and stole from me, she granted me permission. Whether she knew it or not.

“W-what are you going to do?” she stammered, trying hard to hide the anxiety in her voice. It was as if she couldn’t decide whether she was scared or aroused.

“Take. Your. Panties. Off.”

Anger flashed in her eyes again. “Fine.”

Ouch.

This was certainly a downgrade and not the good kind. Though she obeyed. She lowered the backpack next to her feet. Then she reached under her dress and careful not to reveal her pussy to me, she slid her panties down her gorgeous legs.

My cock throbbed, eager to get out and bury itself in her warm pussy. But I ignored it, intent on delivering my punishment.

“Now what?” she spat out, eyeing me like I was scum, her cheeks crimson.

I extended my hand in silent demand, and she threw her panties at my face. God, I loved her fucking fire. I caught them before they hit my face and stuffed them into my pocket.

“Now turn around and bend over my desk.”

Her eyes widened and her throat bobbed. Fuck how I wanted to fuck that mouth. From the moment she uttered those first words three months ago, I wanted to fuck that pretty mouth of hers until she couldn’t remember a time before me.

“Are you waiting for written instructions?”

“Fucking mobster,” she muttered as she twirled around and bent over my desk. If she had watched me for a fraction of a second longer, she would have caught me smiling. I loved her fire and her backbone. Unlike other women, she was hot when she pouted.

Her back arched and her bottom jutted out towards me, leaving her perfect ass open for my taking, but the flimsy material of her dress still hindered her from my view. I took one step and was directly behind her. I skated my finger along her spine, tracing a line from her shoulders to her hips, then all the way down her thighs.