Pretty Dirty (Dirty Bad Things Book 2)(68)

“Am I in trouble, Mr. Knolls?”

She purrs it out like the little kitten she is, her eyes burning fiercely and her voice dripping sex. The blood roars in my ears, and even if I’m doing my best to resist the urge to tear her clothes off right there, bend her over my desk, and fuck her bratty little cunt into submission, it’s a battle I’m not going to be able to win much longer. Not when she’s looking at me like that, and sucking that pouty little lip like that, and dressed like that.

Not when every instinct in my head is screaming that she wants to be here right now. She looks nervous, but not scared. She looks defiant, but not angry. This isn’t a little fuck up who’s pissed that she’s found herself in trouble in the Headmaster’s office.

…This is a little tease, and the look on her face says she’s exactly where she wants to be. The thought has my jaw grinding tight, my hands clenching at my sides. But once I notice it, there’s no getting away from it. I might be ready to put Tempest Kensington over my knee and show her what happens to bad little girls, but that look in her eyes says one thing: she’s as eager to take the punishment as I am to mete it out.

“Smoking. Really?”

She shrugs, trying to look coy but instead just looking so fucking appetizing with that defiant look on her face.

“I’m an adult. I’m allow—”

“Barely,” I growl out, moving towards her. I can feel the heat of her small body as I get closer, like this pulsing beacon that’s dragging me closer to sin and temptation.

She swallows, her little bravado act faltering just a little as I move closer, my much bigger frame towering over hers.

“I’m allowed to smoke,” she says quietly.

“No, you’re not. Not on school grounds at least.”

I pause, my mouth tightening and my eyes leveling with her.

“Actually, you know what? You’re not allowed to smoke anywhere from here on.”

Her brows arch. “Says who?”

“Me,” I growl, moving even closer to her.

“You can’t tell me what to do,” she shoots back, her voice heavy with her breath and her chest rising and falling, her sweet, pillowing tits straining against her blouse.

“Watch me.”

She gasps as I move right against her, barely an inch from touching her body with all of mine. My hands move to either side of her, holding onto my desk and pinning her against it like my prey. Her breath catches, this sexy little gasp that sends a direct response right to my swollen cock.

“Your file says you have problems with authority, you know.”

“I’m sure it does,” she whispers back.

“Prone to disobedience.”

“Or maybe I just don’t like old men telling me what to do.”

My jaw clenches tight, but my eyes flash, seeing the fire behind hers.

She’s enjoying this. She’s enjoying playing the little fucking tease and pushing my buttons harder and harder to see when she’ll get a bigger reaction. And trust me when I say she’s about to get a very big “reaction.”

“You just like being a bad girl instead, is that it?”

She whimpers. She fucking whimpers when I call her a bad girl, and God help me, it takes everything I have not to shred her clothes off and claim her right there.

“Maybe,” she breathes, her bottom lip quivering slightly as her big blue eyes stare into mine. I can see the cracks her armor starting to appear — the way the eagerness behind her face stats to bloom through until her eyes are practically begging me to bury myself between her legs.

“I hope you’re aware that in previous times, bad girls like you would be spanked by their Headmaster.”

She whimpers again, lips tightening as she swallows. Slowly, her soft little pink tongue darts out to wet those lips, and I can feel the beast inside about to tear it’s way out.

“Well who are we to tread on tradition?” she says quietly.

“There are rules now.”

“I’m not the biggest fan of rules,” she tosses back, her breasts rising and falling and her cheeks flushed red.

“Careful,” I growl.

“Of what?”

“Me.”

Tempest gasps, this sexy little breathy sound that has my cum-filled balls throbbing with need for release.

“You think I’m scared of some new Headmaster who thinks he can just show up and—”

“You should be.”

“Tough.”

My jaw clenches. “Has anyone ever told you you’re a little brat?”

“Has anyone ever told you you’re old?”

My resolve shatters.

“Turn around,” I growl.

Tempest’s brows go up.

“What?” she says in a shaky voice.

“Turn. The. Fuck. Around,” I hiss, moving right against her and letting her feel every single inch of my body pressing into her. She whimpers, and I know she can feel my cock pulsing hot and hard against her belly. I move back an inch to give the space to follow through with my orders.

“Since you seem to enjoy being a bad girl, I’m going to treat you accordingly,” I say, my voice thick with need for her. “And as you said, who are we to tread on tradition?”

Her jaw drops as my lips pull back in a hungry smile.