“How does that make you feel, doll?”
Too fucking off limits.
And I don’t give a damn.
I may be a jackass.
I may be a pervert.
But she needs to belong to me.
She’s my patient and I’m supposed to help her.
I know how to do just that, even if she doesn’t like it at first.
I’m going to make her my pretty little doll.
I bend her over and she moans out loud.
“Not here,” she begs me. “Fuck, not here, please…”
“Right here,” I breathe into her ear. “Right here in the hallway. Where anyone can walk in on us. That’s what you get, doll. You wanted people to know, didn’t you?”
I lift up her skirt and she gasps as the cool air hits the skin of her thighs. I slap her ass, hard, and she mewls like a little kitten.
“You wanted to brag about us,” I groan in her ear. “So here you go, doll, anyone can see us now, they just have to walk outside of the classroom.”
“Please!” her voice is desperate as I rip her panties off, discarding the fabric on the floor. She’s fucking soaked, her cunt weeping for me.
“Please what?” I ask her roughly, parting her ass and fumbling with my zipper.
“Fuck me,” she begs after a moment’s silence. “I can’t take it, fuck me, Jacob, please…”
Isabella Starling started out as a voracious reader of dark romance, and has since evolved her love of reading into writing dark, twisted romantic tales. When not spending time with her boyfriend, two cats & a Labrador pup, she’s chatting away to author friends and plotting her next release.