Pretty Dirty (Dirty Bad Things Book 2)(67)

I hesitate in actually looking at him, but then suddenly, his arm extends, and his large, powerful fingers touch my chin. He raises it, forcing my eyes to slowly drag up every inch of his firm, muscled body until my eyes meet his.

And I’m lost.

“Well,” he growls, the faintest hint of a smirk on his chiseled jaw as his eyes burn right into mine.

He doesn’t say anything else, he just lets the word sit as he stands there towering over me. His mere presence makes me so wet I’m sure it’ll actually run down my leg if I stand here much longer, and the way he’s staring at me like he’s starving and I’m a last meal isn’t exactly helping.

Finally, the silence and him staring at me, and me getting so turned on I’m sure he can smell it on me hits a breaking point.

“Whatever,” I say flippantly, pumping as much bratty attitude into the sneered word as possible. I want to push him, because I want him to snap. I can see the power in his arms and shoulders, and the way those hints of tattoo ink ripple under the edge of his shirt. I see the fierceness in his eyes, and the tightness in his jaw when he sets his gaze on me, and I can see the way flaunting his authority and taunting him like this pushes him right to his boiling point.

And I want him to.

The thought both terrifies and electrifies me like nothing else ever has. Because I want to see what Christian Knolls does when he snaps and stops holding back.

…And I want to see what he does to me.

“You can’t tell me what to—”

“Watch me,” he rumbles out. Suddenly, just as I’m pulling my eyes from him and turning away, his powerful hand shoots out and clamps down on my wrist. Raw heat blazes through me, and I swear the feel of his hand on my bare skin for the first time sends a knee-shaking bolt of electricity right to my pussy.

I gasp, my breath catching in my throat as I drag my eyes up his broad chest, up over his chiseled jaw, and then lose them in that fiery, heated gaze of his.

“In my office, Ms. Kensington” he growls, his fierce gaze locked on me in a way that makes me squeeze my thighs together and do everything in my power not to moan.

“It’s time you learn exactly what happens to bad girls in my school.”





4





Christian




She walks in front of me the whole way back to my office. And I stare. My jaw tenses, my pulse roars, and my cock threatens to tear a hole in my damn suit pants as I watch that tight little off-limits ass of hers sashay under that pleated tartan skirt.

And I swear to God, I can smell her. Maybe it’s her shampoo, or detergent, or fucking pheromones. But fuck, whatever it is is driving me insane until suddenly, I realize what it is that’s teasing my nostrils and making my head swim, and it almost makes me lose all control right there on the front steps of the school.

It’s her pussy. I can fucking smell her sweet, tight, forbidden little cunt. It’s the smell of innocence and I growl under my breath, loud enough that she probably hears me, seeing as she jumps a little bit. My cock thickens quickly, bulging at the front of my pants as I follow Tempest down the main hallway — thankfully empty at this time of the day — to my office, inhaling the scent of her and knowing that there’s no coming back from this.

Fuck the consequences, or the immorality of my obsession, or whatever repercussions this has. I know I’m blurring the lines between disciplining an unruly student and feeding my own lust for her, but I do not care. I’ve spent two months nearly constantly hard because of this little tease, and I won’t be denied any longer.

I’m her Headmaster. I’m twenty years older than her. But damn the implications. Damn the blowback. She’s legally an adult, and besides that, there’s that one little nagging voice that’s been whispering in my ear ever since the day she poured herself into my world: Tempest Kensington is a grade-A brat. And she’s about to get a very thick, very firm dose of discipline.

…Over my knee, on hers, and holding her fucking ankles above her head as I slide every goddamn inch of my cock into her tight little slit.

She knows where we’re going, and I follow her, my head still swimming and my cock still taking up all the blood in my body as we step into the reception area of the Headmaster’s office. Ms. Vitney, my receptionist, smiles brightly at me, but I wave her off.

“Hold my calls,” I mutter gruffly, barely able to speak as I watch Tempest step ahead of me into my office.

“Actually, take a long lunch, Milly,” I say as innocently as I can, making sure to stand with her computer monitor between us, lest she see the massive bulge at the front of my suit pants. The truth is, I want to be alone with Tempest. I don’t want anyone on the other side of the office door listening in to what I’m about to do to this little tease, or worse, interrupting me.

Milly glances sharply at my office and at Tempest who’s standing just inside, her back to the door.

“That one,” she clicks her tongue, shaking her head. “You know what they say, Mr. Knolls. You can’t give troublemakers like that a single inch.”

“I don’t plan to, Ms. Vitney,” I say gruffly, plastering a thin smile on my face as she gets up from her desk, gathers her lunch cooler, and heads out of the office area.

I plan on giving her nine.

I wait until she’s gone before I close the door to the office reception room, whirl, and storm into my office. Tempest is standing facing me, her ass against the edge of my desk and her bottom lip caught between her lips. I growl lowly, like an animal, as I close the door to my office and cross my arms over my broad chest, my eyes locked onto her.