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“why there are sketches of me strewn across the floor.
Each one is drawn from different angles and positions: side profile, chewing on a pen, looking over my shoulder, sitting on a chair, lying down. There’s one of the dragon tattoo on my back. Some of the sketches were done with pink ink and chalk in various shades of that same color. Others were created with graphite.

Maddie Shaw is a downbad hottie

The question comes out as a blurted “Are we going to have sex?”
He pauses, arching a brow. “I’m not going to have sex with you, Miss Sinaga. I’m going to fuck you. The effect would be the same. Your ability to walk won’t be.”


AHHHHHHHHHHHH

“Doesn’t it, Miss Sinaga?”
“Yes, sir,” I bite out, and the sadistic asshole tightens his grip in my hair and hovers his hand over my core. It’s like he’s trying to make me bratty.
He raises his brows. “Sir?”
I shrug. “It’s generic. Easy to remember.”
“If you’re going to have a bratty mouth, you better know how to use it.”

Cinemaaaaa 🎥🎥🎥

Reyna, if you lock that door, there’s no going back.”
I pause to look at him over my shoulder. One word crosses my mind: good.

Lock that door ! Lock that door 🚪

“Lock the door Miss Sinaga”
“After what you did in the subway,and embarrassed me in front of the entire class, you must be delusional if you think you can order me around.”
Maddox reaches out to hold my chin between his thumb and forefinger and say against my ear, “Unless you’d like for someone to walk in and see your pretty lips around my cock, I suggest you lock the door for your private lesson.”
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Chapter 20 opening .. oh this chapter gonna be nyastyyy

Ninety-three minutes.
That’s how long I’ve spent questioning whether it would be fine to let my professor fuck me in front of the entire class

In this instance, I’m only insulting Jeremy because he’s a fucking cunt. He’s Roland, but if Roland knew how to cook.

Lolllll

Her talking about dates on page 206
You’re taking me to an art museum?” Holy shit?
“What gave it away? The sign or the art?” He points to the sculptures behind the windows.
I don’t have a comeback for that. This is an actual date. VS
Him talking about dates on page 237
“Committing a felony with my student is not quite the field trip I expected. One may even call it a date.”

“Solutions or vent?”
“Unless you can tell the Shadow to go on a creative murder spree, there’s nothing you can do.”
“That can be arranged.”
“Right, While you’re at it, tell him to leave me a bag of Cheetos and a pair of chopsticks so I can snack dust-free while looking around.”
“Noted.”
“A drink as well?”
“Some lemon iced tea, please. That way I can get caffeine with a side of sugar.”

Ripped her tights and eating her out on the windowsill of his office

His name comes out on a breathy moan—first name, last name, both at the same time, title—my brain isn’t operating anymore. Stop, keep going, right there—I don’t know what I want.

I feel lightheaded