AMARA'S POV
My breath caught the second the words left his mouth.
“On the table. Spread your legs.”
His voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. It was sharp, deep, final.
I felt my knees shake, but I moved. I climbed onto the cold surface of his desk, the wood pressing against my thighs. My fingers shook as I pulled my skirt higher, my whole body burning with shame.
I parted my legs slowly, my chest heaving. My heart was beating so loud I swore it echoed in the quiet room.
Professor Black leaned back in his chair, his gaze heavy, eating me alive.
“Wider. Spread your legs, little dove.”
The name made me shiver. My thighs trembled as I pushed them apart. I wasn’t wearing panties. The air hit me and I sucked in a sharp breath.
He smirked. He had known. Of course, I asked for this.
