Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

the dark wrestling room where no one ever is, and I’d start to
take off your clothes.”
“Mr. Torrance,” she choked out, and then pleaded,
“Damon, please.”
Fear etched across her face, but not the fear of not being
able to stop me. It was the fear of wanting something but not
wanting to get caught.
“And then I’d push you down on the mat,” I said, “lift up
your skirt,” I let go of one of her wrists, and wrapped one hand
around her neck, “and fuck your tight, little body while I
sucked on your tits.”
She panted, and before she could say anything, I sank my
mouth into hers, her groan getting lost down my throat. I
kissed her hard, tasting the strawberries she had for breakfast
and feeling her arms wrapped around my neck.
I pulled them off and lifted her off the ground, turning us
around and planting her ass on her desk, immediately pushing
up her dress.
Reaching under, I slipped my fingers under her panties and
pulled them down her smooth, tan legs, over her heels, and
dropped them to the floor. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling my
heart pound a little harder.
I’m gonna fuck her. I’m gonna have her begging to come
and take pleasure later today as she tries to lecture the class
knowing her fucking panties are in my pocket. I’m gonna
come back for seconds tomorrow and maybe bring Will and
watch her ride him in her own desk chair.
Yeah. My heart skipped a beat, and I stopped breathing for
a moment. My dick hardened, and I licked a trail up her leg to
the inside of her thigh as I stood up.
“Why me?” she asked, leaning back on her hands and
biting her bottom lip.
I pushed her down, forcing her back onto the desk.
“Because it’s sordid,” I growled.