Bad Teacher – Bad Boss – Bad Royal – Unprofessional Bad Boys Read online Clarissa Wild

Categories Genre: BDSM, College, Contemporary, Erotic, New Adult, Romance, Young Adult Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 179189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 896(@200wpm)___ 717(@250wpm)___ 597(@300wpm)
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Suddenly, I feel a rush of hot air on my neck … and a quick brush of his finger on my back, tingling all the way down my spine.

* * *

Thomas

I don’t know why I touched her.

I saw her standing there with her sassy attitude, and all I could think of was putting my hands on her. So I did. It just happened. I couldn’t stop myself.

I should have.

But for some reason, I don’t want to; even though I know it’s wrong.

She’s not just the girl I fucked now. She’s a student, and I should behave properly. Too bad my mind is so fucking dirty when I’m around her; I’m anything but proper right now.

I can feel her body stiffen from just a stroke of my finger. I know she feels it too … The effect I have on her. How she gets me all riled up just by looking at me. Maybe that’s why we keep running into each other. We can’t stay away … and maybe that’s also why we’re fighting it so damn hard.

“I just want to know …” I say. “Will you be missing more classes?”

“What? Um … I don’t know,” she says, quickly recapturing herself.

“That’s not an answer.” I place my hand on the desk, close to where she’s standing, and I lean in. I can’t stop myself. I want to get closer, even though I know I shouldn’t. Too bad my dick doesn’t listen to my brain.

“Are we done here?” she asks, crossing her arms.

She turns around and starts to walk away from me, and I can’t shake that feeling where I just want to grab her and make her stay. Especially when I see that ass of hers swaying from side to side. Makes me want to spank her again.

Fuck. Things are really getting complicated now.

“You’d better show up tomorrow,” I say.

She glances at me over her shoulder. “Or else?”

I smirk, thinking of all the dirty things I could do to her.

“You know exactly what will happen if you don’t.” The words roll off my tongue before I realize it, and I know I can’t take it back. It’s not just a harmless joke. It’s a promise.

She just stares at me with this shocked look on her face, and then quickly turns to rush off.

God, this is so fucked up … and I love it all the same.

There’s just something about that girl, something intangible but so clearly visible … the need to feel wanted. I can taste it in the air—her fear of not being seen, not being heard. It’s as if she goes through life without really feeling at all. The ghost-like gaze in her eyes tells me there’s so much more to her than what she lets people see.

And I can’t wait to discover.

Should I?

Fuck, no.

But I wasn’t expecting her to show up in my class either.

What’s been done can’t be changed. We had sex, and I told myself I could forget and move on, just like with all the other girls.

Except she isn’t just any girl.

She’s a student. My student.

And because of her, I might just break the rules …

* * *

Later that night

The first thing I do when I get home is grab my computer and open Facebook.

It’s nothing random. I’m looking at her.

Yesterday was the same.

I searched through all her pictures. Stalked her profile. Checked her posts.

She’s a raunchy girl. Likes to drink and party all day long, even when she isn’t supposed to. She wears vibrant colors, just like her hair, like she wants to scream to the world and tell us she’s here. She shouts a lot and uses more emoji than words. She also likes to show off her piercing, which I think suits her well. I never find her reading a book or taking pictures in class. Neither do I find any posts about her parents or any family for that matter. Or I’m just not looking hard enough.

The more I look at her profile, the more I feel like I’m getting to know her, even though the story is one-sided. Maybe this makes me a pervert, but I think of it differently. At least, I’m doing it in private … and at least, she doesn’t know.

A few weeks back, she seemed to have been at a party because I see a video of her chugging a beer and licking ice cream from some guy’s belly. Guess she really does love the randomness.

Another video is of her dancing, probably taped by her friend. She looks jacked, but her dancing is so sensual that I’m captivated.

I can’t stop watching.

Can’t stop being completely entranced by her dancing … and the carelessness she exudes.

Just like me, she’s looking for an escape.

I can’t help but feel connected.

And completely aroused.

Her moves are so seductive that I reach for my pants and start touching myself.



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