Page 161 of Resurgent

Laughing hysterically, I change course, sprinting into his office before trying to slam it shut behind me.

His palm catches the metal with a sharp clang—then he’s opening it deliberately slow.

He is every inch the predator—hungry eyes and a dangerous smile—and I’ve never felt more like willing prey.

One second I’m moving, the next his arms are around me, spinning me breathlessly before pulling me firmly against his hard body.

“Caught you, Seiri” he murmurs darkly against my ear, “And when we get home, I’m going to punish your sweet little pussy for all the problems you’ve caused me today. You’re going to be begging for me to let you come.”

A needy moan slips from my lips as his hands trace every bit of exposed skin—his touch maddeningly deliberate—just shy of the pressure he knows I crave.

“Unfortunately, I already have plans tonight,” I mumble.

“Oh yeah? First—you come into my classroom late,” he growls against my neck.

“I—"

“Then—” I’m cut off by his hard nip just below my ear, “you start flirting with stupid fucking Stevens of all people just trying to get a rise out of me.”

“Too bad that didn’t work,” I breathlessly tease.

His laugh is low, dark, and dangerous as it rumbles against my skin.

“Oh, it worked,” he murmurs, flipping me around before swiping all of the recruit files to one side and lifting me to sit on his desk in one fluid motion. Spreading my thighs, he steps between them, every inch of his barely restrained frustration and jealousy felt as he rolls his hips into me—his hard cock testing my leggings. “You see what you do to me?”

“Gods, I want to feel you inside me.”

“You will,” he chuckles, “You just have to be patient.”

“Now, Hunter. I want you to fuck me right here,” I say, tapping the desk beside me. “I want you to remember what it feels like being deep inside me every time you’re stuck working in that chair late at night.”

“Ms. Corvin, as much as I’d love to teach you those lessons, we can’t. Someone could walk in at any moment.”

“You’re right,” I agree sweetly. “Imagine how terrible it would be if Theo walked in while you were deep inside of me as I begged for you to fuck me harder.”

His hand stills, and for one weighted second, the room goes completely silent.

“Fuck it!”

Muscular hands wrap around the seam of my shirt just before the sound of tearing fabric fills the room.

The ruined material barely has time to hit the floor before his breath hitches and he realizes there's nothing’s underneath.

“Mmmm, Miss Corvin. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think this was your plan all along.”

“What can I say, Sir? It’s been too long since I’ve been properly punished.”

“Fuck yes, it has,” he groans, pulling my sports bra over my head and tossing it as his mouth finds my nipple. My back arches at the sensation, but before I can moan, he’s biting hard— his hand barely covering my mouth in time to muffle my screams.

“That’s for making me chase after you like the little boys do around the academy.”

His mouth moves to my other nipple as his thick tip pushes teasingly against my entrance.

“This,” he bites down again, “is for sneaking into the locker room without joining me in the shower.”

“Please, Hunt,” I beg as he kisses and nips his way down my stomach.

“And this," he groans, as his tongue laps up my center, "is for being so Gods-damned irresistible."