Mom’s face went bloodless. “Please. You can’t. If she fails again they’ll make her repeat the year. Her entire future—everything—she won’t recover from that. I’ll pay more. Double. Triple. Just don’t walk away.”
I leaned against the banister, arms crossed under my t**s so they pushed up higher. My n*****s were still hard. My cunt was still throbbing. “What the f**k do I care if he stops? I don’t need some soft little p***y of a professor hovering over me. I’ll pass on my own. Or I won’t. Either way, I don’t need him.”
His eyes cut to me. Something hot and ugly flashed there—gone almost before I could name it. He looked back at Mom.
“I’ve changed my mind.”
She sagged with relief so hard I thought she might fall off the couch.
“I’ll continue,” he said, voice flat and final. “But I will
