“Clean it up,” he growled, his voice dropping into a low, terrifying register that vibrated right through the wooden desk and straight into my core. “NOW.”

He didn’t look away this time. His dark eyes were fixed on the wet sheen glistening across my inner thighs, on my fingers still slick with my own release. The vein in his neck throbbed violently against his crisp collar, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of my desk.

“Did you hear me, Lina?” he whispered, leaning down until his shadow completely swallowed me. “Put your panties back on before I drag you down to the Dean’s office myself.”

A breathy, mocking...