A Good Girl's ruin(Dark Steamy stories )
His other hand cupped my chin and tilting my face up.
“Did you read the marked pages like a good girl?”
“Yes, Professor,” I whispered, already breathing faster. “Every single one.”
“And?” His thumb traced my lower lip. “Tell me what they made you feel. Every wet, needy detail. No lies”
Heat flooded my face, but the way he looked at me made me brave. “They made me ache,” I admitted. “The passage about guilt living in the ribs… I felt it here.” I pressed a hand to my chest, then slowly slid it lower, over my stomach. “And lower. I touched myself while reading. I imagined it was you watching me fall apart. The author wanted to be seen completely, even the ugly parts. It made me so wet I had to