Dirty little student

g the absolute end of the two-hour block. It was a sound that should have brought Ivy immediate structura

front," the professor commanded, shuf

Her core was still humming with the residual electric heat of the hidden device, her nerves completely frayed after two hours of continuous, long-distance psychological wa

ectly into her spine as she hurried toward the heavy oak exit doors. She needed to e

shed face. But the relief was instantly cut short. Parked perfectly in the restricted fire lane, its sleek, polished chassis reflecting the grey New Cor

boundaries Marcus had set. She slid quickly into the back seat, p

f expensive luxury leather, cedarwood, and unyielding masculine power. The car didn't even wait for her to click her s

Vincent's low, baritone voice purred from the dark

tailored suit jacket, his black silk dress shirt unbuttoned at the throat with the sleeves rolled tightly up his forearms, exposing the dark, intricate

her entirely off the leather seat with an effortless, terrifying display of physical dominance. Ivy let out a sharp gasp as she was dragge

ly, her hands flying to his broad shoulders to ste

ectly against her lips .He reached up, his long fingers catching her chin in a firm, unyielding grip that forced her flushed, sweat-slicked face up to meet his piercing

against her ribs. "I finished the exam, Marcus! I wrote every single

r bottom lip, forcing it open. "I watched your real-time telemetry feed from my board meeting. Your heart rate spiked into the red, your internal body temperature skyrockete

ilated pupils flashing with a volatile mixture of anger and raw, defensive pride. "You shifted the pattern to a maximum throb right when I was tryin

hers, his expensive cedarwood scent filling her senses completely. "I care about your absolute, unyielding composure. Rule number three states you keep your

thumb casually flicked the

oom. A loud, broken moan escaped her lips, her eyes widening in shock as her lower back arched helplessly against his broad chest. Her fingers dug desperately into the fabric of his b

possession. His free hand slid slowly down her spine, his heavy palm anchoring her hips and pressing her firml

The sheer, messy contrast of her reality was driving her insane-just minutes ago she was an elite scholar analysing market defici

r shiver from head to toe. "The driver is taking the long, industrial route back to the financial district block. We have exactly thirty minutes bef

e that kept her body tightly wound against his, forcing her to realize that her civ