Eva.
I rush down the hallway toward my next class, knowing I’m already late for math with Professor Jameson. By far, out of all the teachers, she is the nicest of them.
Not to mention, she teaches both math and English, the two normal subjects at this God-forsaken school.
After Oak spanked me over his knee, I had to rush back to my dorm, dress as fast as I could, and run back out.
He is insane. He may be hot as hell, and at first, the idea of being bent over daily and spanked by such a dominant, sexy man fed a dark fantasy of mine, but as our lessons carried on, I wondered what he was getting out of it. Now, it seems he’s changed tactic, which I’m reminded of as I glance down at my still red fingers. My skin crawls at the memory of how much blood there was on that floor. I’ve tried to scrub the blood off them, but I didn’t have enough time.
When I first met Oak, I couldn’t stop thinking about how good it would be to cross the line between teacher and student, but the saying, be careful what you wish for, is fitting for this situation. He never crosses that line, but he flirts with it, and I can see the longing in his eyes afterward.
Today was just as bad. Oak watched me bend over in my slip as I scrubbed the floor, and I could see that dark lust in his eyes. Then he hauled me over his knee and spanked me with his hand…
I don’t have the words to explain how erotic it was and how wrong it was for my principal to do that to me. I can still feel the phantom press of his hard erection against my abdomen. If there’s one thing that I’m certain of, Oak gets off on inflicting pain.
I shake my head as I hasten my footsteps, rounding the corner only to bump straight into Alexander. A dark smirk spreads onto his lips. “Look who it is. Eva Carmichael.” His eyes narrow. “Do you realize who you are fucking with?”
I tilt my head to the side. “Not really, and I don’t care. I’m late for math.” I try to sidestep around him, but he steps into my path.
“No one talks to me the way you did and gets away with it.” He cracks his neck. “Now you’ve made Gurin think she can talk shit to me too, which I will ensure never happens again.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “Get out of my way.”
His fists clench by his side before he wraps his fingers around my neck, practically lifting me off the floor.
I struggle to draw in any breath, staring into his soulless blue eyes. My heart hammers so hard as I thrash my legs toward him, trying to break free by any means possible.
“Listen to me, you little bitch,” he growls. “Natalya is mine to torment and always has been. Mine, do you understand? If you step in one more time, I’ll fucking kill you.” His eyes narrow. “Do you under”
“Morales,” Oak’s roaring voice cuts through the corridor. “Drop her now,” he growls.
He obeys, literally dropping me on my ass.
I groan at the impact and struggle to get to my feet, but before I can, Oak hauls me up himself.
“What the fuck are doing assaulting a girl in an empty corridor?” Oak asks.
Alexander smirks at him. “Sorry, sir, but that’s what this school is all about.” He tilts his head, glancing at me. “How is she going to take over an organization if she can’t hold her own against others?”
“Luigi, now,” Oak roars, rage stirring in his eyes.
Alexander’ eyes darken. “No.”
I’m shocked to hear Alexander stand up to Oak; however, Oak isn’t, or if he is, he doesn’t show it. “Your games are tiresome, Alexander. Report to Professor Luigi before I haul you there myself.”
Alexander glares at me before returning his attention to Oak. “Why? What school rules did I break?”
He has a point. This school doesn’t have any rules, not in the traditional sense.
Oak glares at him, standing taller as he squares up to the brutal young man. “Since I’m the principal of this school, I can decide what I punish you for, Alexander.” I doubt it’s rare for pupils to challenge his authority. After all, he’s teaching psychopaths how to run their criminal empires.
Alexander’ eyes move to me and then back to Oak, and he smirks. “I’ve had Natalya Gurin in similar holds while you walked by without a word, and yet, this beautiful Irish girl comes along, and you are defending her.” He strokes his chin as if thinking. “Interesting, Byrne.” His eyes move to me. “It would appear you have a secret admirer,” Alexander says.
I feel my cheeks heat but say nothing in return.
Oak merely glares at him with his arms crossed over his chest and legs wide apart, waiting for him to do as he’s told.
Alexander remains irritatingly cocky, glaring at him. “Do you want the school to know that you have a crush on a student, Byrne?” He asks.
Oak’s jaw works. “Your accusations are unfounded. Get to class before I throw you out of this fucking school,” he says, his voice oddly calm.
Alexander smirks in response and then heads down the hallway, escaping punishment from Luigi.