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Chapter Seven

Rocco

A drenaline surges through my veins as I make my way toward my first lesson.

I’ve waited for this day for years, and today, I can finally reveal myself. Today, my little red will learn who haunts her dreams, who owns every inch of her body. Whose cock she took so willingly without the knowledge of who I am, what I am and, more importantly, my age.

I swagger past the students in the corridor with a cocky confidence, ignoring the cheerleaders admiring me and the disapproving looks of the jocks who quickly turn their backs when I return their glares. As I head into class, eagerness vibrates through my body like an addict about to get his next fix. Finding an empty desk, I throw my backpack to the floor, drop down into the chair, and widen my legs.

The moment she steps foot in class, I feel her, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention. The air is stolen from my lungs as I raise my head to face her. With my heart pounding and my mouth as dry as a desert, her beauty steals the ability for me to function. Although, my cock doesn’t have an issue. The fucker pokes me in the stomach, reminding me I’m alive.

My gaze roams over her, taking in every inch of her delectable body. The memory of her curves has my cock leaking and my fingers twitching to touch her, and when she parts her lips to speak, the reminder of her mouth stretched to capacity taking my cock flashes before me. “Welcome everyone, my name is Ms. Davis.” And like that, anger surges from deep inside me because the woman before me has his surname, not mine. “And I will be your English teacher this year.”

The need to make her mine at whatever costs is at its highest. I need to move this thing between us forward, and now that everything has quietened at the club, I have the perfect opportunity to do so.

There’s nothing stopping me anymore.

Not even her.