There’s no absolution for the things I’ve done.
But I found a way to control my impulses.
I became a priest.
As Father Magnus Falke, I suppress my cravings. As the head teacher of a Catholic boarding school, I’m never tempted by a student.
Until Tinsley Constantine.
The bratty princess challenges my rules and awakens my dark nature. With each punishment I lash upon her, I want more. In my classroom, private rectory, and bent over my altar, I want all of her.
One touch risks everything I stand for. My faith. My redemption. And even my life.
As if that could stop me. I need her pain, and her heart, and she needs my lessons in sin.
I imagined they looked just like that, sensual and heated, when he was in the throes of orgasm.
Now that I had his rapt attention, I slid my finger between my lips and slowly sucked from tip to knuckle. As I withdrew it, I painted the wetness from my mouth along my slack bottom lip, rolling my tongue a little and—
“Class dismissed.” He clipped out the words, never taking his eyes off my lips.
“We still have ten minutes.” Carrie, so desperate to be the teacher’s pet, didn’t move from her chair.
“Get out!” His roar rattled the windows and cleared the room in under three seconds.
I might’ve peed a little, but I forced myself to remain seated. Forced my gaze to stay with his.
Something had changed since the night he returned my phone. I’d deliberately shown him my underwear, and just like that, he’d stopped punishing me with labor that put me on my knees.
No more floor scrubbing.
All week, I’d argued through his lessons, spat obscene words at his face, and engaged in my usual ornery way. But each infraction was met with forced prayers and Bible study.
My sore knees were happy about the reprieve from scrubbing, but sitting in this classroom reading passages of scripture wasn’t doing him or me any favors. It only inspired me to be naughtier.
Theoretically, I represented everything he should avoid. My age, his vow, our student–teacher relationship—so many obstacles. I was forbidden, prohibited by state and church, taboo in every sense of the word.
Not to mention that the Constantines, one of the most powerful families in the country, had threatened him more than once.
I had to separate him from all that, physically, emotionally, and mentally, so that he could become engrossed with me. I needed to be too seductive to resist.
Last month, I would’ve never believed I could do it. But during Keaton’s visit—oh man, my brother would die if he knew this—his reaction to the way Magnus looked at me gave me perspective. Very little sneaked past Keaton. He knew how to read people, and if he suspected Magnus was having inappropriate thoughts about me, he was onto something.
It made me feel desirable.
So today, my forty-first day at Sion Academy, I came to class prepared to play dirty.
The door shut behind the last student, leaving Magnus and me and the crackling tension in the air.
“Here.” He pressed a finger to the desk in the front row, indicating I was to move to that spot without question or delay.
I took my time. Stretched my arms. Gathered my books. Rolled my hips. Tried to exude seduction in a fugly, green plaid skirt that hung like a sack and clashed with my complexion. But hey, I had to work with what I had.
When I finally lowered into the chair before him, I returned my finger to my lip, stroking the wet flesh.
His hand slammed down on the desk, making me jump. Then his face moved in. Dark brows, firm lips, unwavering glare. Furious. Terrifying.
Panic spiked, but I leaned forward to meet him head-on, heedless of the warnings emitting from his stiff posture. I wanted this too badly.