Free Wicked Teacher by Elizabeth Lapthorne Page A

blossom into pleasurable torment heated his blood.
    Aiden took his time to look over this young student of his. He wanted a clear and accurate mental picture of her he could pull out and recall at any time in the future. This was Eva-the-innocent, before he ravished her.
    Her warm eyes shone with curiosity—or maybe hunger—as she watched him look her over. Eva’s knees were pressed meekly together and her skirt had risen part of the way up her lithe thigh. Her hands were folded neatly in her lap.
    She appeared prim, proper and very well bred. Forbidden fruit in every sense of the word. Everything Eva represented screamed temptation to him. Aiden could feel pre-cum leak slickly down his length and small tremors shook his body. The strength of his desire for this girl ran deep into his soul.
    With a sigh he tossed his pen down onto the pile of papers on his desk as he ran his eyes hungrily over her body again. Beautiful, soft-looking curls glinted in the sunshine that shone brightly through his window. He wondered what would happen if he pulled out the ribbon that restrained them and ran his fingers through those luscious locks…would they spring up in every direction? Or would they fall in corkscrew-spirals, back into place past her shoulders and down her back?
    Her lips were a study in temptation. Red and full, they glistened with lip balm she must have applied moments before entering his office. This tiny, feminine detail rocked him and Aiden realised she must want him to notice how slick her lips were; how they appeared wet as if she had just been passionately kissed.
    Aiden’s brain took that fantasy a step further. He could vividly picture how Eva would look well licked and with her lips having just been bitten. The image of a deep flush of red, the tender bruising on those luscious, soft pads, enticed him. They would be passionately swollen, sensual and dark—visual proof of his desire for her, and Eva’s acceptance of his decadent needs. Such a wanton image increased his lust. He longed to have Eva beg him to thrust his hot, hard, eager cock into her mouth and fuck her throat raw.
    He held no more doubt about what he would do. His nobility had extended this far, but no man could withstand such indescribable temptation. His heart thumped and a thin sheen of sweat now coated his back. Aiden could not bear to wait a moment longer. The hard knot of tension which was lodged within his chest eased. He would take her. Claim her. Make her his in every way.
    The consequences could damn themselves—and him—later.
    “You know why you’re here?” he spoke in a low tone, his voice gravelly with hunger.
    “Yes sir,” she replied meekly.
    Even those two words uttered from her lips heightened the level of his fierce arousal. Aiden couldn’t guess how much of her deference to him was legitimate and how much was her teasing him. He wondered if she knew her behaviour subtly reminded him he stood in not only a position of power, but also of responsibility.
    “You must have known I would give you detention,” he insisted. A part of him wanted Eva to admit aloud her own part in what would proceed from this afternoon. “Your clear disrespect in class left me no other option but to summon you here to my office. I won’t let anyone, let alone someone as talented as you, get away with that sort of prank in my class. This can’t have been a surprise.”
    “No, sir,” Eva replied.
    Lush brown eyes lifted and Aiden could swear he saw hunger and an adult level of sexual desire in their dark depths. The look was fleeting, but he knew for certain he had not misread her signals.
    Lust, thick and heavy, unfurled in his stomach. For a moment he forgot everything he had meticulously planned to lecture her about. Only the need to possess her seared through his body in a sizzling rush, obliterating everything else in its path.
    With the firm thought to try and pace himself, Aiden brought his rampaging body back under control. He’d