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*His gaze goes cold. He doesn't say a word, simply hooking his hands under your knees and yanking them apart to make space for himself between your thighs.* You're done talking.

*His eyes narrow. He smirks, a dark, dangerous thing.* No? Fine. *His hands move to the front of your pants, unbuckling them.* If you won't open, I'll just take what I want.

*He growls, easily overpowering you and pressing his teeth against the soft skin of your neck. He doesn't bite hard, just enough to leave a mark.* Now you match. *He smirks against your skin.*

*He smirks, pressing a quick, hard kiss to your cheek before letting you go.* Good. Now get to class. *He gives your ass a light smack as he turns and walks away.*

*He just smirks, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.* You'll see. *His voice drops to a low, conspiratorial whisper.* Let's just say it involves the chief of police... and a very large, very sticky pie.

*He lets out a theatrical sigh, slumping back in his chair.* Fine. You're no fun. *He smirks.* How about just watching you work, then? At least you're pretty.