Tarot Academy 4 - Sarah Piper Page 0,24

to my mouth again, silencing me with another kiss.

He grabs my ass and lifts me up, fingers digging into my flesh as I wrap my legs around his hips. The smooth, hard planes of his chest and abs radiate heat against my bare skin, and in that moment, I hate that he’s holding me so close. All I want is to run my tongue along those firm ridges, to taste the salt of his skin, to feel him.

I try to touch him, but I can’t reach.

“Not yet, beautiful,” he whispers as his cock throbs between us, his body as hot and eager as mine. I writhe in his arms, desperate for the hot slide of him inside me, but Doc is clearly calling all the shots here, unwilling to cede even an inch of control.

Tightening his hold, he carries me back to the bed and throws me down, wild and merciless and so fucking sexy, then climbs on top, straddling my hips. With a grip so firm it’s almost scary, he pins my wrists down over my head and collapses on top of me, crushing my mouth in another devastating kiss.

His cock digs into my belly, his belt buckle cool and sharp against my hip, but I don’t care. I can’t even move.

I don’t want to move.

I want him to fucking own me, just like he promised.

His kiss is out to destroy me, and I’m more than ready to let it happen. But before I can get my fill, he’s rising up on his knees to stare down at my nakedness, eyes glinting with a primal spark.

“Let me touch you,” I breathe, reaching for him.

“No touching until I say so.”

“You’re fucking killing me,” I grumble.

“This mouth.” Doc drags a thumb across my lips, his eyes dark with desire. “Goddess, you make me lose control, Miss Milan—a state that agitates me greatly. So I’m going to take it back. One touch, one kiss, one orgasm at a time.”

He fists his cock, stroking himself slowly, deliberately, torturously, his gaze locked fiercely on mine, as if he’s daring me to defy him.

But this isn’t mental magicks class. To defy him right now—to do anything that might delay the sensual promises hidden in his teasing threats—I would only be punishing myself.

“Please,” I whisper, my hips arching, my body ready to unravel. “I need to touch you. To feel you inside me.”

Begging. He’s reduced me to begging, and he’s loving every red-hot minute of it.

So am I.

Goddess, I’m so wet for him, the ache between my thighs so deep, so endless… If he doesn’t do something about it soon, I’m going to combust.

Ignoring his warnings, I reach for his cock again, out of my mind with lust. But clearly I’m no match for Doc’s control issues tonight.

With a cruel, delicious smile, he pushes me down again, then grabs the end of his belt.

“I should’ve known you’d disobey.” He whips the belt free from his pants—a soft swish of leather against fabric, a bright snap in the air that makes my nerve endings stand at attention. “Put your hands up over your head.”

“Why?” I stare at him with wide, curious eyes, my breathing shallow, my mind racing with possibilities. Low in my belly, butterflies spin a frantic ballet, but I raise my arms anyway, eager to follow his every command. “What… what are you doing?”

“I’m your professor, Miss Milan.” He leans forward again, buzzing his lips along the shell of my ear. “I’m teaching you a lesson about the consequences of insubordination.”

Quickly, efficiently, he loops the belt around my wrists, then secures it to the iron bars behind me, pulling tight.

Cool leather bites into my skin. I tug hard, but there’s no breaking free.

I’m completely at his mercy.

The realization unleashes a new rush of desire, dark and forbidden and utterly intoxicating.

Doc runs his hands down my bare arms, his stern gaze gentling when he meets my eyes. Cupping my face, he whispers earnestly, “Do you trust me?”

Like an untamed river finally bursting through a dam, his energy washes over me in a rush, full of love and wanting, full of consideration and care, full of an intense desire to bring me as much pleasure as he feels. For this brief moment, all pretense of domination and control has vanished, and the purity of his true feelings shines through.

Not even when he confessed the darkness of his past did he allow so much honesty. So much vulnerability. And in this fragile moment, we both know he’s not