Page 27 of Savage Ambition

The crude challenge broke something loose inside me, the final shred of restraint I’d been clinging to. I released his other wrist to tear at his belt, my movements rough with urgency and rage.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his hands moving to help me. “Stop fighting it. Give in to what we both want.”

I should have resisted on principle, but Dante’s allure was too much to ignore as our hands tore off our clothes as fast as humanly possible.

“Now that we’ve established why you’re really here,” he said, his voice dropping to a seductive purr, “let’s see how much you want me.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

DANTE

Istood naked before Shaw, calculating my next move. Tonight, I wanted to see how far I could push him before he broke.

“Can’t decide where to fuck me?” I asked, watching his eyes dart between the students’ desks and the heavy oak table at the front. “Those little desks won’t support what I have planned for you.”

He gulped at the challenge. Good.

“The teacher’s desk,” I decided, moving toward it. “I want you to think of me every time you sit in class and see it. I want your cock getting hard during lectures, remembering how I felt around you.”

“What makes you think you’re calling the shots tonight?” Shaw’s tone carried a new defiance.

“Experience.” I leaned against the desk’s edge, legs parted. “Three nights in, and you still follow my lead like an eager puppy.”

When he closed the distance between us, I used his momentum to spin him around and slam him face-down onto the desk. His cheek pressed against the polished wood as he whimpered.

“Amateur,” I taunted, applying enough pressure to his twisted arm to keep him immobilized without causing actual damage. “Did you think you could overpower me? That I’d make this easy for you?”

He struggled beneath me, writhing against the desk. “Let me go.”

“Why would I do that when you look so pretty like this?” I pressed my body against his, my cock sliding between his ass cheeks. “Is this what you want? To feel me here?”

He went rigid. “Dan⁠—”

“Careful,” I warned, increasing the tension on his arm until he yelped. “Names are dangerous in this place. You know the rules.”

I released his arm but kept him pinned with my larger frame.

“You’ve been thinking about it, haven’t you?” I murmured, my lips close to his ear as I rocked against him, my cock sliding along his crack with each movement. “Wondering what it would feel like to have me inside you.”

His body responded to the friction. “That’s not true.”

“Don’t lie. Your reactions give you away. Every. Single. Time.” I continued grinding against him. “You know what I think about sometimes? I imagine bending you over to make you beg for my dick.”

He made a strangled sound, half protest, half arousal.

“I’d make you feel every inch,” I continued, reaching around to find him rock hard. “You’d be so tight around me, your virgin ass gripping me like a vise.”

“Fuck,” he gasped as I stroked him while thrusting against his ass.

“That’s the idea.” I increased the pressure on the back of his neck, bending closer to speak into his ear. “But we both know you’re not ready for that. You’d break apart for me, and then where would we be?”

“Maybe I should come all over this pretty ass of yours,” I suggested, making him jerk underneath me in shock. “Mark you as mine without ever giving you what you want.”

He growled in protest, his body tense with resistance, but he still shivered.

“Would you enjoy that?” I taunted, grinding harder against him as I picked up speed. “My cum dripping down your thighs while you go home unsatisfied? A reminder of what you’re too afraid to ask for?”

“I’m not afraid,” he gritted out, trying to push back against me.