LOGINHis thumb pressed against my lower lip and I forgot every reason this was wrong. "You keep looking at me like that in my classroom, Miss Alexander." His voice was low, meant only for me, and it made me ache, I was soaked, embarrassingly so. His other hand was flat against the desk behind me, caging me in, and I could feel the heat of him from inches away. "Like what?" I whispered. "Like you want me to ruin you." His deep rasp caressed my skin like a candle flame. God help me. I did. "Professor O'Brien." My voice came out smaller than I wanted it to. "We really shouldn't—" Not here. Not when class was due in the next minute. Yet… "No." His eyes dropped to my mouth. "We really shouldn't." Neither of us moved. .... Moon Alexander was handed a marriage contract at nineteen by her uncle who raised and ruined her and was told to sign in his daughter's place, have a child for a stranger and get her freedom. Her husband is her art professor and he is the most dangerous man she has ever been in a room with. Their marriage was meant to be a secret, hidden, forgotten. But then everything changes when secrets, yearning and desire threaten to ruin their carefully constructed roles. It all starts with one kiss. One touch. And soon the Muse will become the Artist's damnation.
View MoreMOONThree days.Three days of two words maximum and a blank stare that made me feel like furniture and a couch that had apparently become his preferred sleeping arrangement, because God forbid Cillian O'Brien acknowledge that his face had been between my thighs.I had tried Tuesday night, leaning against the kitchen doorframe while he made tea, cracking something about Odyssey hogging the entire left side of the bed and he had looked up at me, held the look for four unbearable seconds and said 'mm' and turned back to the kettle. Wednesday I had asked if he wanted coffee and gotten 'no' without eye contact. Thursday I had stood in the hallway outside that locked attic door and listened to the faint sounds of movement inside and talked myself out of knocking three separate times.He was doing it on purpose. The blankness, the distance, the careful nothing of it. Like I had imagined the whole thing. Like his hands hadn't gripped my thighs hard enough to leave dents in my skin.The wors
MOONWhat the actual fuckity fuck.I sat in my seat with my thighs pressed together and my pen digging into my sketchbook and my entire body still buzzing like someone had plugged me into a wall socket and forgotten to unplug me. The memory of his tongue against my clit had me strung so tight I could barely breathe and the cold air hitting my bare pussy every time I shifted was a ruthless, constant, mortifying reminder that my underwear was currently sitting in my professor's pocket.My professor who was standing at the front of the room right now, glasses on, shirt perfectly tucked, voice even and unhurried as he walked the class through compositional theory like he hadn't just been on his knees in front of me four minutes ago with his hands gripping my thighs like I was something he intended to keep.I kept my eyes on him.He didn't look at me once.Ugh. What the actual fuck. How could he be so unbothered?He was hard, now he looked so composed like I was imagining it.Did I imagin
"What do you want, Petal?" His tone was one of challenge, "Do you want it rough like he said you prefer?" Cillian sounded strange, there was a certain edge to his words that went beyond possessive, the look in his eyes razed yet it was darker than night."Tyler has never touched me. He wouldn't know what I like..." My words trailed off as heat spread through my cheeks, my stomach a flurry of butterflies and a threat of word vomit if I kept my mouth open.Cillian couldn't be... jealous, could he?"Look at me." He gripped my chin and lifted my face, I had no choice but to see and make him see just exactly what he was doing to me."Tell me what you want," he uttered those words with his lips flush against my skin, a strangled gasp clawed up my throat just as his voice sent waves of heat trickling down, making me clench...I felt just how soaked my panties were, still, it wasn't enough.What did I want?"I want...I want..." His lips pressed against my racing pulse with an open mouthed kiss
MOONI felt Cillian's glare on me like a physical thing, aggravating in its intensity and almost as annoying as Tyler's entitled, ugly motives."We'll continue this talk later, Dee Dee." Tyler turned around and walked away, leaving me breathing hard and trembling in the wake of his chaos. I wanted to rip him a new one but I knew better than to provoke him before I confirmed whether what he had threatened me with was actually valid.I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding and wiped the sweat from my brow.Cillian was still standing there when I turned, dressed in a simple white dress shirt tucked into black pants, looking just as good as he did yesterday. But for the first time, seeing his face brought absolutely no comfort.Tyler's words clung to me despite how badly I wanted to shake them off and forget he ever existed. I was going to have to contact Aphrodite and confirm whatever it was they did and apparently recorded together.Goddammit, Aphrodite. If something like that






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