My pulse hammered so violently it hurt, shame and arousal colliding until I could barely breathe. Hayden’s thumb dragged slowly across my bottom lip, pressing just enough to part it.
“I’ll tell you exactly what I’ll do. I’ll put you on your knees, bind those pretty wrists, and fuck that filthy little mouth until you choke on me. And when I’m finished, you won’t remember Noah’s name. You won’t remember anyone but me.”
His lips brushed my ear, his voice dropping to a growl. “That’s what I’m going to do to you, my Flare. Here. At the university. Where anyone could walk in and see you on your knees for me.”
Lightning split the sky again, thunder rolling over the silence that followed, but the storm outside felt small compared to the one he had set loose inside me.
“Did you not hear me, Edwina?” His tone was dangerous, a low growl that left no room for doubt. “On your knees.”
My knees hit the cold tile with a muted thud, the sound drowned beneath the storm pounding harder against the windows. And there I was, kneeling, shame searing hot through my skin, desire eating it alive, every nerve lit with the truth I couldn’t run from.
I was his.
Hayden crouched down in front of me, his eyes narrowing, his glasses catching the dim light as though even the storm bent to his fury. Slowly, deliberately, he tugged at the knot of his tie, sliding the silk free from around his throat. The tie slid through his hands with a whisper, and before I could speak, before I could find even breath to protest, he caught my wrists. His fingers were wrapping the fabric tight, pulling my arms behind my back.
The silk cinched against my skin, not painful but inescapable, locking me into stillness, into submission. My pulse thundered in my ears, shame and desire colliding so hard I thought I might collapse under the weight of it.
“Look at you,” he hissed, leaning closer, his mouth hovering over mine, his breath scorching hot. “On your knees, hands bound, dripping for me when you should be terrified.”
And God help me, he was right. I could feel it, that humiliating ache deep between my thighs, my body betraying every desperate denial clawing at my mind.
His thumb brushed my lower lip, dragging it down, his voice dropping to a growl. “You think Noah could ever handle you? That boy wouldn’t know what to do with a body like yours. Butme—” His smile was sharp, dangerous. “I’ll ruin you until the thought of anyone else makes you sick.”
He tugged on the tie binding my wrists, making me jolt closer to him, helpless in his hold.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Hayden
Jealousywasaquietthing until it fucking exploded. It lived beneath the surface of my skin, simmering, festering, a silent hum that could almost be ignored, until I saw him. Until I saw that asshole with his hand in her hair, smiling down at her with the arrogance of a boy who believed he had the fucking right to touch her, to invade her space, to claim her in front of everyone as though she were something he could play with. The sight alone had set my blood on fire. If there had not been thirty sets of eyes watching, I would have broken him without hesitation.
Now the classroom was stripped of its witnesses, emptied of the idle chatter that had restrained me, and she knelt on the cold tile at my feet. Her wrists were bound tightly behind her back, the silk of my tie biting into her skin as her chestrose and fell with shallow desperate breaths. Outside, the storm gathered its fury, rain lashing against the windows with merciless persistence, lightning splitting the sky with a flash that illuminated the sharp lines of her face, thunder rolling through the walls until the air itself trembled. Yet none of it reached me with the same force as the sound of her breathing, none of it had the power of the vision before me — Edwina, reduced to trembling obedience, caught between shame and the hunger she could not disguise.
Her eyes lifted toward mine, wide and dark, shimmering with resistance yet drowned by a deeper truth. She wanted this. God help me, she wanted this as much as I did. Bound and helpless, shivering under the weight of my gaze, her body betrayed her with every tremor, every flicker of need that tightened her thighs and quickened her breath, and it undid me more completely than any resistance ever could. My eyes had darkened with a primal possessiveness as I slowly removed my belt, the leather whispering against my jeans as I pulled it free. Edwina's breath had hitched, her eyes widening as I deftly unzipped my pants, allowing my thick cock to spring free. It stood proud and erect, pulsing with desire for the woman kneeling before me. The air in the classroom had crackled with tension, mirroring the storm raging outside. The only sound was the ragged symphony of our breathing and the steady drumming of the rain against the windows. Edwina's eyes were locked on my engorged shaft, her lips parted with unconcealed hunger.
A deep, primal satisfaction had coursed through me, seeing her so utterly captivated by my arousal. I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she craved this as much as I did. She needed me to claim her, to brand her as my own, and I would oblige with ferocious intensity. Slowly, I reached down and tangled my fingers in Edwina's hair. Her inhalation was sharp, needy, as I roughly guided her forward until the slick, hotflesh of my cock brushed against her parted lips. A tremor had coursed through her, a soft whimper escaping her throat as she instinctively opened wider, eager to taste me.
“Open your pretty little mouth,” I commanded, my voice rough with desire. “Take me.” With a low, guttural growl, I pushed forward, sinking into the wet heat of her mouth.
The sensation was fucking exquisite, her tongue like velvet against my sensitive skin. Edwina moaned around me, the vibrations traveling along my shaft and settling in my tightening balls. I held her there, savoring the slick, glorious suction of her mouth before pulling back.
“Open your mouth wider, Edwina,” I growled, my voice dripping with dark, primal hunger. Her lips parted wider in response, her eyes blazing with need as she eagerly awaited my next move. I thrust deeper into her mouth, relishing the sensation of her tongue against my skin. “That's it, baby. Take it all,” I groaned as I felt the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat.
Edwina whimpered, her eyes watering slightly, but she didn't pull back. Instead, she swallowed, the muscles of her throat constricting around me in a way that sent sparks of pleasure coursing through my veins. “Good girl,” I rasped, my fingers tightening in her hair. “So fucking good.” I pulled back, giving her a moment to catch her breath.
“You like this, don't you?” I asked, my voice dripping with dark satisfaction. “You love being on your knees for me, taking my cock like a greedy little slut.”
Edwina nodded, her cheeks flushed with arousal. “Yes, Hayden,” she whispered, her voice rough from the delicious abuse of her throat. I pulled Edwina's mouth back onto my cock, thrusting deep into her throat as I tangled my fingers in her hair. She gagged slightly but took me eagerly, her tongue swirling around my shaft as if worshipping every inch of me. My hipssnapped forward, fucking her mouth with a relentless, almost brutal intensity.
I could feel the pressure building low in my spine, my balls tightening as I neared the edge of my control. Edwina's mouth was a portal to heaven, her tongue dancing lasciviously along my rock-hard cock, laving and stroking every throbbing inch of my sensitive flesh. The slick, velvet heat of her mouth engulfed me completely, her lips stretched wide around my dick. She bobbed her head enthusiastically, taking me deep into her throat with each movement, the wet sounds of her mouth music to my ears. The sensation was indescribable, sending spikes of pure, unadulterated ecstasy racing through my veins, igniting every nerve ending in my body.
“Oh my fucking God,” I groaned, my voice rough and strained with the overwhelming bliss. “I'm going to come. Take it all. Swallow every last drop, little girl.”
With a final, almost violent thrust, I exploded, my seed spilling into her mouth in hot, heavy spurts. “Swallow all of it, Edwina.”
Edwina obeyed, gulping down every last drop of my cum, her throat working convulsively as she struggled to swallow the heavy load. I shuddered, the sight of her debauched obedience sending a fresh surge of dark satisfaction through me. Slowly, I pulled out of her mouth, my still-hard cock slipping free with a lewd pop.
“Good girl,” I growled, stroking her hair affectionately, like one would a beloved pet.
