ISLA

I knew showing up at Professor Bennett's house was crossing a line we couldn't uncross.

But I didn't care anymore. Not about the risks, not about the consequences, not about anything except the aching need that had consumed me for the past four days since he'd fucked me in that lecture hall.

I'd touched myself every night thinking about it. About the way he'd frozen inside me when the janitor walked in, how his cock had twitched and throbbed while we stayed perfectly still, the terror and arousal mixing into something so intense I'd come just from the memory.

But touching myself wasn't enough. My fingers weren't enough. The...