Secrets and Seduction: A Dark Boarding School Romance (Preston Academy Book 1)

His other hand snaked around my belly and pressed me closer to him.

“I had almost thought you got scared,” I said in a taunting way.

“Oh, have you really?” His breath was warm against my ear as his fingers dug harder into my skin, making me whimper.

Mr. Preston sucked in the smell of my hair, and I felt his lips brushing the back of my head. “Why did you let him touch your hair?”

It took me a moment to understand what he was talking about—the photo with me and Noah.

‘Because it was sweet.’ I almost didn’t hear my own words, and a heart was pounding so wildly I was afraid it would stop.

He snorted. The other hand was still around my throat, grip just tight enough so that fear was a constant companion but not so tight to cut off my air supply.

“You don’t like sweet, Avery,” my professor said in a low voice.

His fingers moved under my top, caressing my skin and leaving flames of desire.

“And what do I like?” I asked as I leaned me head against his chest.

“You like to be praised like a deity, you like to have your body devoured, kissed inch by inch, fucked exactly like you deserve it all night long.” My mouth fell open. I could not believe my ears.

“Noah would never speak to me like that.” His grip on my throat tightened as his hand passed my belly button and traveled downward.

“I bet he wouldn’t. I also bet you like the way I talk.”

I felt his smile on my skin as he leaned down and brushed his lips along my neck.

My nipples hardened, begged to be touched.

“I like how it sounds when you say my name.” He paused briefly before his fingers reached the waistband of my panties.

I arched my back, ass touching his hard lenght, and he pressed himself tighter against me.

“Next time he should take his dirty fingers off of you or he won’t have any by the time you’ll see him again.”

Was he still that pissed because of a stupid photo?

“Noah doesn’t do anything.” I smiled and added, “Yet.”

Faster than was possible, he spun me around and pinned me against the wall. His fingers were clawed in my hair, the other hand rested above my head.

The dim candlelight cast a shadow on one side of his face, making his sharp features look even more striking.

“And he won’t,” he growled. “Ever. I’ll make sure of that.”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

I tilted my head back so that I could look him in the eyes. The adrenaline was still flowing through my hyper-sensitive body, making me have all these forbidden thoughts about us.

“So nobody can touch me just because you wish so?” I asked, irritated.

“Exactly, little brat.” An arrogant smile spread across his face, exposing his perfect teeth.

“You’re not my guardian and this is not a prison,” I retorted, his grip on my hair tightening, almost hurting.

“Oh but how bad you’d like me to lock you up and fuck you all night long.”

I pressed my thighs together, thinking about his thrusts, his taste. “What are you thinking about, Avery?”

“Nothing.” I said and tried to take my eyes off him, but his gaze burned with such intensity I’ve never seen before.

My professor’s hand found its way under my top, wandering from my waist further and further up until he cupped my breast, drawing small circles on my nipple with his thumb. A husky moan came from my lips, spurring him on to add more pressure.

“What are we doing here?” At such moments, I forgot who was standing in front of me, and I was sure he felt the same way. But why did it feel so damn good?

“I don’t know,” was his only response.

Before I could say anything else, he lifted me up, and I hooked my legs around his waist. We were barely separated by the fabric of his sweatpants and the thin layer of silk on me.

Mr. Preston cupped my ass, his fingers on my bare skin since my shorts slipped out.

I felt his boner between my legs and pressed myself against him. A deep growl escaped him as he lifted me up and down, rubbing me against him.

“This is so wrong,” was the only thing I could get out, as this sweet friction almost sent me over the edge.

“So wrong,” he breathed against my ear.

But he did not stop, and I did not protest. We both embraced the danger of this moment, a danger that might send me to prison.

Again, he dug into my hair and pulled my head to the side, exposing my throat. A slight burning sensation spread across my scalp, but I enjoyed the pain—it made me realize that it wasn’t just a fever dream.

His lips found my skin, the warmth of his tongue caressing the sensitive spot between my ear and my jaw, which made me moan in pleasure.

He teased me with his teeth, scraping along the spot where my pulse was. It almost tickled. I wondered what he would taste like, how his tongue would feel on mine.

Determined, I took his chin between my thumb and finger, wanting to guide his mouth to mine, but he pulled his head back at the last second. Was this another one of his little games?

“What?” I asked, eyes narrowed.

“For this,” he pressed me against him one last time, his dick even harder than before, “I’m just a man.” I hummed in desire at that feeling of him between my legs.

“But for this,” he brushed his thumb over my lower lip, “for this, I’m still your professor.”

Disappointment spread through me. No matter how true his words were, they were like a slap in the face. In a lucid moment, however, I recollected myself and pulled away from him. Professor, Avery, he was your professor.

“This was a mistake.” I freed his hips from my trembling legs, and he let me down, his face returning to the mask of ice he almost never took off.

“It was.” He stepped back a pace, regarding me from head to toe. “Go back to your room.”

With those words, he turned his back on me and disappeared, engulfed by darkness. It was almost as if he had never been there. Even his bewitching scent no longer lingered in the air, as it usually did.