He didn’t move for a long moment. His hand stayed on my throat, thumb still resting against that frantic pulse, while the other reached for the phone. The screen lit his face from below, casting sharp shadows under his cheekbones. He unlocked it without looking away from me, then turned the device so the video filled the space between us.

The soft sound of my own voice filled the quiet office.

“Please… Liam, I miss it so much. Miss being on my knees for you. Miss how you’d make me take it until I couldn’t think.”

My stomach twisted. I tried to look away, but Professor Hale’s fingers tightened just...