Temptation (The Hunted, #1)(64)

"I'll show you what it feels like to have a real man inside of you." He pushed my back against the chalkboard and slammed his thick, hard cock inside of me.

"Yes!"

He slid his length in and out of me. "Is this what you want, Penny? Is this what you've wanted this whole time?"

"Yes, Tyler. I've always wanted you. I've never stopped thinking about you." I grabbed a fistful of his hair and brought his face to mine. I kissed him hard, letting my tongue collide with his. He continued to slam his cock into me, faster and faster.

I ran my hands down his biceps. His muscles tensed under my fingers.

"Faster!" I screamed. I couldn't get enough of him. I wanted more.

He pumped faster for a few more seconds and then pulled out.

"Tyler," I panted. "I need you. Please. God I need you."

"I know you do." He turned to the class. "Where should I fuck her next?" Tyler asked the other students.

"At the podium," a few people said in unison.

"Put your hands on the podium, you little slut," he demanded.

I walked back over to the podium, and followed Tyler's instructions. I arched my back and looked over my shoulder at him.

"By the time I'm done with you, you're going to forget anyone else has ever been inside of you. I'm going to claim your pussy. You're going to scream my name in the middle of the night. You're never going to get enough of me."

"Please," I begged. I ached for him. I wanted his cock to fill me again.

"Sex does sell. It's the only thing that sells." He grabbed my hips and thrust himself deep inside of me.

"Yes!" I screamed.

He went faster and faster.

"Oh, Tyler!" I couldn't take anymore. Nothing had ever felt this good. The podium screeched forward from the impact of his pounding. The pleasure was so intense.

"Scream my name louder, baby. Let the whole class know who owns you. I want everyone to know that you're mine."

"Tyler!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.





Chapter 43


Monday

I woke up panting, an intense orgasm washing over me. My body was trembling. What the fuck was that? My sheets were slightly damp from sweat. Had I seriously just orgasmed from a dream? I reached down and felt my wetness. I moaned slightly at my own touch. What the hell is wrong with me? I sat up in my bed.

It was just a dream, right? Oh my God. I looked at my phone. It was still Monday morning. Speeches didn't start for an hour. My heart was pounding. I took a deep breath and tried to slow my pulse. Melissa had just gotten in my head about having sex with Tyler. That was all. But that dream was so intense. And hot. Maybe I had gotten in my own head about having sex with Tyler. I quickly got out of bed, grabbed my shower caddy, and walked to the bathroom.

This was ridiculous, I had already made my decision. Melissa was right, it was Professor Hunter and it always had been Professor Hunter. I lathered my hair and rinsed it under the warm water. What, like I shouldn't have googled you? My words from my dream came back to me. I knew what was going on. I had that dream because something was still bothering me about Professor Hunter and my conversation. He thought I was upset because I had looked him up online. What else would I have found out about him if I had searched longer? I quickly finished showering, wrapped my towel around myself, and almost ran back to my room.

I didn't have much time before class, but I could do some light snooping. I typed "James and Isabella Hunter divorce" into the search bar. The article at the top of the search results was from just a few weeks ago. It was titled, "The Fairytale Couple Calling it Quits?" I sighed with relief. Professor Hunter was telling the truth about getting divorced. But it was an interview with Isabella and I wanted to see her thoughts on what was going on, so I clicked on the article anyway.

The beginning was about how Professor Hunter had gotten a teaching opportunity that he couldn't pass up. That was a good cover-up for him leaving her. I read some more. I gulped and reread Isabella's quote: "I will be moving to join him soon. He already has a place picked out for us. He's even waiting for me to decorate it. We've really never been happier. Any rumors that you've heard about our split have been completely fabricated."

Completely fabricated. I swallowed hard. Never been happier. I thought about Professor Hunter's empty apartment. There wasn't even one picture hanging on the wall. He's waiting for her to decorate. And then there was the suitcase in Professor Hunter's office. I had decided it must have been for traveling back and forth to talk to his divorce attorney and sign documents. But had he really been traveling back and forth a lot to see her? He had even done it once during the week and had to cancel class. How could I have been so blind? Would I never learn? I had let him manipulate me again. Why did I have to fall in love with such an asshole?

Because he's sexy and dangerous. I shook my head. I didn't need danger to be happy. Professor Hunter certainly hadn't made me happy recently. Just sad, upset, frustrated, and guilty. Tyler was a good choice. Tyler would never lie to me. And he wasn't my professor. And he wasn't eight years older. And he certainly wasn't married.

There wasn't anything left for me to search. I didn't care about what else Professor Hunter was hiding. A wife that he was pretending to divorce was enough. And I was done. Last week had been emotionally draining. Professor Hunter and I were just too different.