Pretty Dirty (Dirty Bad Things Book 2)(86)

I don’t care that he’s twice my age or that he’s my Headmaster, or that what we have would be looked at disapprovingly by most people. I don’t care that there’s a darkness he holds behind his eyes — probably from his time in the SEALs before he went into teaching. In fact, all I want to do is be the light for him that chases that darkness away.

In the halls at Thornbull, I walk like I’m in a dream, heedless of everyone around me. I can still feel the soreness between my legs from him, but it’s a sweet, delicious soreness that I only want more of. I want more of it, and I want more of him. I want him everywhere — craving him like a drug that I’d do anything for. I want his hands all over me, claiming me. I want his tongue on my skin, and mine on his. I want to wrap my lips around his beautiful cock and swallow every drop of his sweet cum down my throat. I want him between my legs, fucking me like he owns me until he fills me with his seed. I even want him to claim the naughtiest part of me. I want to feel him bend me over and slide his cook deep in my ass, until I’m screaming for more.

It feels so good to be so bad for him, and I can’t wait for more. I’m meeting him after classes are over for the day, and I have every intention of dragging him back to my house again and worshiping every inch of him until neither of us can move.

My head is so lost in the clouds, actually, that I don’t realize the classroom I’ve just walked into his empty and dark until the door closes behind me. It’s then that I blink my way out of my daydreams, and stop short.

The classroom isn’t totally empty.

“Well, well, well,” Professor Hershman chuckles from behind his desk. “I take it you didn’t receive the text I sent out about class being canceled for the day?”

I freeze, the blood in my veins chilling as he stands and grins evilly at me.

“Oh, that’s right, I may have actually texted the whole class but you.”

I’m frozen as he steps from behind his desk and moves towards me.

“I wanted us to have some time alone together, Tempest,” he says with a sickly smile on his face. “You know, just the two of us.”

His hand reaches out, but I snap out of my frozen state and bat it away.

“Don’t you touch me,” I hiss.

Hershman just chuckles.

“Oh please, don’t pull that with me. We’re both well aware of your, ah, reputation in this school, you little cock-tease.”

My jaw drops, and I’m about to whirl for the door, but Hershman is faster. He darts past me to the door, whirling to stand in front of it, blocking me.

“I’m growing tired of our little teasing games, Tempest.”

I shake my head, trying to force myself not to shiver in fear as I glare at him.

“There are no games here, you asshole.”

Hershman just chuckles. He reaches for me, but I back away. His eyes narrow, and he moves forward, reaching for me again, when I bring out the only weapon I have.

“I know about Amy.”

The smile drops from his face.

“What did you just say to me?”

“Amy Sanders,” I hiss, my blood roaring in my veins. “I know what you did to her, you son of a bitch. I know what you did, I swear I’m going to tell every—”

“Go ahead,” he hisses. “Tell whoever. I’m a tenured, respected professor in a top financial institution. And you’re a dirty little slut, just like Amy Sanders.”

He shrugs and moves away, gesturing to the door.

“So go ahead, Tempest. Spread your bullshit to anyone you want and see if they listen. But let’s get one thing straight: we both know you need to pass this class to go to Harvard, but here’s something else I’m going to share with you.”

He grins wickedly, his eyes narrowing at me.

“You’re not going to pass this class unless you do everything I say.” His smile stretches wide, his teeth flashing evilly. “Is that understood?”

I want to cry. I want to scream. Instead, I’m just frozen to the spot, the nausea creeping up inside of me.

“So, soon, Tempest,” he hisses. “I will take what I want. Now get the fuck out of my classroom.”

I’m barely aware of moving past him and opening the door, until I”m running down the halls, the tears streaming down my face.





12





Christian




She’s not by my Range Rover after class. I frown, going to check my phone, until I realize I’ve left it back in my office. I circle through the school on the way back, finding it mostly empty except for a couple of professors still packing up. Mrs. Hinds, the Chemistry professor wishes me a good evening, and a scowling, perpetually pissed looking Professor Hershman mumbles something that vaguely sounds like a goodnight to me as he brushes past me to the parking lot.

But no Tempest.

Finally, I circle back to my office for the phone. Ms. Vitney is already gone for the day, and the lights off. I frown, wondering where the hell my angel is, when I swing my office door wide, and suddenly stop short.

Because there she is, sitting against the edge of my desk.

“Hi,” she says quietly.

“Hey.”

I close the door behind me, crossing my arms over my chest and watching her.

“Sorry I didn’t meet you,” she says quietly. “I just, I mean, it’s just that—”