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She whimpered. I choked her with one hand, reaching the other into her shorts, and got her off.

It was agony, but I peeled myself away from her and grabbed the requested drinks.

When we returned to the room I made Rod switch seats with me, not bothering to come up with a good reason for it, just glaring at him until he complied. I’d had enough of him being near her, looking at her like that, and I simply wasn’t going to put up with it anymore.

I moved Nova’s seat too, so she was sitting next to Stephan instead of Mark. The single guys of the group could stay a football field away from her as far as I was concerned.

We were a few more hands in, everyone laughing about a hilarious bluff Javier had pulled off when my palm went to the back of her head, fingers stroking her silky hair, gripping it lightly, even pulling a bit just how she liked. It was an unconscious, natural motion. Muscle memory that was set off before my brain even registered what I was doing.

I snatched my hand away just as soon as my mind caught on to what I’d done, looking around the table to see who’d noticed.

Turner caught my eye, giving me a long, pointed look. He’d seen the accidental tell and was judging me for it.

A few minutes later Nova left to grab a plate of food between hands.

“What the fuck?” Turner asked me the moment she left. “What are even you doing, man?”

He was right, but I didn’t want to hear it. “Just fucking drop it,” I warned him.

Of course that didn’t stop him. It would take more than that—possibly the earth opening to swallow him whole—to shut Turner up. “As much as I love general disruption, anarchy, and misbehavior in general,” he told me pointedly, “you do know you absolutely should not hit that, right?

“Of course I fucking do,” I growled back.

He just kept going. “Eighteen is too young for you.” He paused. He looked at Dair, smirked. “No offense.”

Dair had been forty, his wife eighteen, when they met.

“None taken,” Dair said wryly, not even looking up from his phone. He was checking in with his kids every time we had a break.

“But eighteen isn’t even the biggest problem,” Turner continued his rant at me. “The homeless high school student thing is downright sordid, especially since she’s your student. If nothing else, it will ruin your teaching career.”

“There’s absolutely nothing you could say that I haven’t told myself,” I told him tersely. “Just drop it.”

He shook his head, outright laughing now. “I always knew when you broke bad it would be fucking out of line, but you’ve outdone even my wild imagination, man.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

TURNER HAD BEEN right about everything he’d said about Nova, but I was too far gone for right.

I’d swerved off into wrong with her some time ago, and I didn’t stop speeding in that direction exactly the second everyone left that night.

I tore her clothes off and fucked her face down on the poker table. It was a rough, angry fuck, just the thought of other men looking at her making me mad with rage.

She was so delicate, so helpless, so utterly submissive under my huge hands. I couldn’t get enough of it.

Practically everyone was small compared to me, but with her I found it irresistible to dominate her vulnerable self with my overpowering self.

She came so hard her core choked my cock as I shot my load in her. I stayed rooted deep inside of her for a long time, savoring the feel of her milking my dick.

Eventually I pulled out of her in a long, delicious drag of slick flesh on flesh, turned her, and perched her butt on the edge of the table. I buried my hands in her hair and kissed her with deep passion for long minutes. I got her off with a hand squeezing her throat and soft fingers pinching her clit, telling her all the sweet things I just couldn’t keep in sometimes. “You’re so beautiful,” I told her. “I can hardly stand it. Being near you for even a second without putting my hands on you is unbearable to me, you know that?”

I left her perched there abruptly, a cry still leaving her lips from her last orgasm.

I set a chair across the room and sat down.

“Crawl to me,” I ordered her. My sex coated dick was still hanging out of my pants and hard again. Watching her crawl naked was a sight to behold. I couldn’t help it, I started stroking myself as I watched her. When she got to me, I made her take me down her throat, shoving deep. “Eat it up,” I told her, tone cold with command. “Fucking take it, you little whore,” I said, jamming my dick as far down her throat as she could take it, farther, unstoppably, mercilessly.

I fucked her face, both hands gripped in her hair as I thrust my hips, fists pushing and pulling her fast and mean as my heavy cock moved in and out furiously. She was getting good at taking me deeper, but I pushed it enough to make her gag a few times in my fervor, churning my hips to push deeper even then. And then I made her lick every long inch of me clean.