SOPHIA

My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack. Cain’s thick cock was buried to the hilt inside me, pulsing hot and heavy against my fluttering walls. I was still trembling from my last orgasm, my pussy soaked and oversensitive, stretched wide around him. The Dean’s voice came again from the other side of the door, impatient.

“Professor Hilton? Are you in there?”

Cain’s wicked smile never wavered. His gray eyes bored into mine, dark with cruel lust. One of his hands stayed clamped over my mouth, muffling any sound I might make, while the other gripped my hip, holding me pinned to the desk....