Giovanni lifted her effortlessly, cutting off his feast between her thighs, and set her down on top of the professor's sturdy wooden desk.

He unzipped his trousers, freeing his thick, rigid length without bothering to strip completely.

Rosalia placed her trembling hands against his broad chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Stop... Giovanni, what if someone passes by?!" she whispered frantically, trying to push him back. "This is a classroom!"

"Don't scream, cara," he murmured, his voice dripping with dark promise as he parted her legs once more.

"Gio—"

"No," he rasped, leaning over her. "I want to take you everywhere possible."

Without another second of warning, he drove...