CHAPTER 3: CHOKED AND BRED
CLARA’S POV
The dean’s face paled. But all I could see was him—Professor Kol, leaning forward in his seat with eyes dark with lust.
His hand was no doubt wrapped around his c**k beneath the table as he watched his perfect student fall apart for him in public.
My phone buzzed again. The vibration made me jolt in the aftershocks.
Professor Kol: Bathroom. Now. Or I turn it up to max and make you squirt on stage again.
The faculty restroom was empty. The fluorescent lights were harsh against the marble counters.
I stumbled in and barely had the door locked before he was on me. His body pressed mine against the sink with a force that knocked the breath from my lungs.
His mouth crashed into mine in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and possession. I moaned i
