16

Oakley.
I clap my hand. “Does anyone else have anything degrading to say to their classmates?” I ask, remaining stood in front of Eva.
The silence is deafening as she stares at me in surprise. I let my gaze move to her for a few moments, observing the way her cheeks are more flushed and her chest rises and falls violently.
“Good,” I say when no one speaks. “I want you to read page fifty-six to page sixty-five.” I turn away from Eva and return to my desk, sitting down behind it.
My harsh punishment for Dimitry is unusual, and I know that if he’d said it to any other girl in this room, my reaction would have been different. Pure jealousy reared its ugly head, drawing more questions to light about my questionable urges toward Eva. I’ve never been so viscerally attracted to a woman before I set eyes on her. She’s under my skin, which is a terrible complication I don’t need.
I notice Jeanie leans over and mutters something to Anita again.
“In silence, unless you want to join Dimitry.” I glare at them, forcing them to shut up.
I return to my desk and sit behind it, finding my attention pulled straight to Eva. Her cheeks are still flushed, and her hair is a little messy since she pulled her fingers through it nervously. Everything about her is alluring in the worse sense of the word.
I intend to embroil Eva’s family in scandal, but not myself along with them. If I were to engage in a sexual relationship with a student, the academy’s reputation would falter.
My initial intention was to use Archer Daniels. However, that would be problematic when my jealously rears its ugly head. It leaves me up the creek without a paddle, as I’m unsure how I’ll use this alluring creature to get my revenge.
The entire class read the book, including Eva, who looks lost in the pages, her eyes tracking the words with wide-eyed and innocent surprise.
The book is controversial, hence why we use it here. It details the greatness shown by ruthless tyrants from history. Men and women that most people regard as inhuman monsters, but we can learn a lot from their past leadership concerning running a criminal organization in the modern world.
Natalya has finished reading.
“Once finished, I want you to write a short two-page essay in favor of one of the leader’s you’ve just read about that inspires you the most.”
Eva’s brow furrows as she tears her eyes from the book and turns a page in her notepad. My heart skips a beat as I track every graceful movement she makes, lifting her pen and innocently tapping it against her bottom lip. The image is unbearable as all I can think about is my hard cock parting them as I slide it inside.
Eva glances up, our eyes locking in a heated gaze as she realizes I’m watching her. Even as her eyes widen slightly, I can’t bring myself to look away until she finally does, forcing her attention to the notepad on her desk as she writes her essay.
Her cheeks are practically crimson now as she stares with such intensity at the desk, but I still can’t bring myself to tear my eyes away from her.
After a few minutes, she glances up again and practically shudders when she sees that I’m still fixated on her like an addict. Her slender throat bobs as she swallows hard, licking her perfect, plump lips.
She raises her hand, drawing my attention to her firm breasts in her tight blouse, which is a size too small as gaps appear between the buttons. A vision of me ripping it apart and throwing her onto her back on my desk floods my mind.
“What is it, Eva?” I ask.
“Can I use the restroom?”
My cock is semi-hard beneath the desk, and I know she only wants to use the bathroom to get away from my intense gaze. I tilt my head to the side slightly. “Of course. Do you need help with your crutches?”
Her nostrils flare as she shakes her head. “No, sir.”
I nod toward the door. “Be quick. You must finish this essay before you leave.”
“Of course.” her lip trembles before she pulls it between her teeth. She grabs her crutches and makes her way as fast as she can out of the room, leaving me reeling over my urges.
I adjust myself in my pants and focus on the book before me, knowing that Eva won’t finish this essay before the end of class. It means she’ll have to stay late with me alone during her lunch break. My cock throbs at the prospect.
I tap my fingers on the desk as I read through an essay from my previous class on leadership enforcement methods, trying to ignore the dark storm raging to life in the pit of my stomach.
It’s ten minutes before I hear the clicking of Eva’s crutches on the floor outside, growing closer. Fifteen minutes remain of class, and she hasn’t even started her essay yet. She finally makes it to the classroom and enters, sitting behind her desk. Eva’s eyes remain fixed on anything but me as she picks up her pen and writes.
Natalya clears her throat, drawing my attention to her. “I’ve finished, Professor.”
I smile despite the unease settling deep in my bones. “On my desk, please.” I glance at my watch. “You may go to lunch early. Anyone who hasn’t finished their essay by the time the bell rings will stay during their lunch.” My attention flicks over to Eva, whose cheeks are flushed pink as she scribbles faster.
A few minutes pass, and quite a few of the students finish before the bell, sliding their paperwork onto my desk and leaving. There are four students left when the bell rings. Eva, Jeanie, Anita, and Alexi.
Jeanie and Anita finish within a few minutes, walking up to the front and passing me their essays. Alexi and Eva scribble fast, but I can tell Eva is behind him, as she’s written only three-quarters of a page to his one and a half pages.
Alexi clicks his pen and stands, shouldering his rucksack.
Eva watches him as he hands me his essay before slipping out of the classroom and shutting the door behind him.
Alone.
I draw a deep breath and slowly slide my hand to my crotch, pawing myself through the fabric as I leak into my boxer briefs.
Eva does something that no woman has done before. I feel like a neanderthal, ready to throw her over my shoulder and rut into her over my desk.
Her cheeks are flushed as she scribbles faster, keeping her eyes fixated on the paper.
“Don’t rush, Eva. I don’t want to grade a shit essay because you couldn’t wait to get to lunch.” My desire for her consumes me as I slowly and silently unzip my pants under the desk and pull the length of my cock out, stroking it up and down in forceful jerks as I watch her.
Her eyes shoot up to meet mine, but I continue stroking myself under the desk. I’m thankful it’s solid at the front, so she’s unaware of what I’m doing.
“Of course, sir.”
I groan softly, hearing her call me sir. My eyes don’t leave her angelic face as I stroke my cock harder, faster, fantasizing about all the dirty things I want to do to her.
Eva focuses hard on the sheet of paper, scribbling at a more acceptable pace. Her tongue slips between her lips slightly as she concentrates, making it impossible to get the mental picture of her tongue worshipping the length of my cock out of my mind.
I curse under my breath as I feel my release rushing closer.
Eva glances up, brows pulling together slightly as she stares at me for a few beats, before returning her attention to the essay she’s writing.
Every stroke of my hand down my throbbing shaft sends me closer as I pick up the pace, running through a mental movie of her writhing and naked on my desk, begging me for my cock. “Fuck,” I mutter, losing a sense of where I am and who else is in the room.
My cock grows in my palm as my release rushes for me. I grunt, grabbing the edge of the desk with my free hand and unleashing every drop of my seed onto the underside of my desk, panting for air. I was so wrapped up in my pleasure that I hadn’t even sensed Eva’s approach.
“Are you alright, sir?” She asks, brow furrowed as she stands over the desk, holding her essay in her hand.
I shove my still semi-hard cock into my pants and nod. “Yes, Eva. Fine,” I grit out, wondering what the fuck came over me. “Leave the essay on the desk.”
She places it on my desk and leaves, her hips swaying in the most cock-stirring way as she walks right out the door.
I sigh heavily and grab some tissues off my desk to clear up the mess I made underneath it. My breathing is labored and frantic.
I’ve never been so out of control-so fucking insane. My heart is pounding so hard it feels like it’s trying to break out of my chest. Eva Carmichael has some sick and twisted power over me-power I need to overcome if I’m ever going to get my revenge on her family.