Barely: A night with my principal

personal fucking whore un

and h

panties right here and right now, bend over, and you give Lor

e I'm chained to the floor-like I can

dancing," I wh

ou dancing no more. Maybe I just want you with your mouth open and your

nd I can feel the te

y dad is, but the money-you'll

zo grins an oily, horrible smile as

aw drops. Because barging right through and grabbing the first goon that rushes

with a crunch. Lorenzo swears, jabbing his hand into his jacket pocket. But Principal Kane is faster. He rushes the tubby mob boss and snarls, yanking his out and away, wrenching the l

as Principal Kane marches over to me. And just then, the

uscles arms cradling me as

fuc

takin

ng from his barreled chest as he snarls at

t come in here and grab my girls

snarls, his face a mask of f

cowls. "E

aga

, paling. "She-she told m

. I'm sure they'll figure

d Principal Kane nods.

ling me and my pulse still

tuff," I

e grabs them both, draping the coat over me before he storms for the door. One of the goons starts to

orenzo hisses. "You're

pulse skip. "And I see you following me,

ust glare

. He heads further down the dark, blue-lit hallway until we hit the back door. He kicks it o

surreal this whole thing is. My eyes swivel up to look at his, and I'm openin

murmur, my eyelids t

o my ear, his powerful arms gripping me so pos

got

ngles against my bare skin, and that's the l

lt

fuck are

FUCK are

e laid out across my couch. She's still got that coat of hers draped over her, but the way it's barely covering

sleep as she turns. The coat pulls up, giving me a glimpse of that perfe

to get my s

he back of the couch and pull it over her, co

is no

ack to my house, and if the one I bring home happens to be passed out from shock after I

guy" to her. No, it's way worse. Because no matter the circumstances that brought us here, right now, I'm the Principal of

hat the fuc

ey's are the kind of family that redefine your idea of what wealth is. And I get that rich kids want to act out sometimes-I mean, trust me, I ge

n stripping at a

ed to figure out what the hell she was doing ther

nder the blanket before suddenly her eyes snap open. Her face pales, and she jerks like she's about

reassuringly. "Just relax, Brynn. It's Colto

before her eyes focus on me

ng her face in her hands as

ry

enly sobs, tears streaming from he

bbing and clinging to my shirt as I wrap her in the blanket and my arms-my mind doing

Do you want to tell me what

ressing her face into my che

gently. "Look, we should

N

wn. "

ays softly.

whatever you were doing there tonight, I'm not

head, my ja

hell were

cry, and I hol

ts, Brynn. That's a promise. But

can't

ry

u literally ca

ng back. "What

ble. He stole a bunch of money from a lot of people. He got arre

ds tight. W

your

hink. She's divorcing my dad and she's go

. I look at her, suddenly s

o's taking c

w. I mean, I'm fine. I'm at school, so..

s tighter. "Wh

r, and suddenly,

y f

ncing there because

I pull her tight to me, feeling her cry

ester? I mean where else am I going to get that kin

ist, Brynn

away. "The guy in the suit from

?!" I

ng as he's missing." She looks up at

as she collapses into me, and I sti

ing her tight. "No one is going to t

this is a terrible idea. She's a student, I'm her Principal, and twenty years older than her. And circumstances aside, she's lying here half naked in sexy lingerie. A

the window when you are half har

and make her mine. But the harder I try, the harder it is to ignore, and the harder it is to forget the way she

and my fingers brush bare skin. I freeze for a second, conflicted, but whe

cipal

as she breathes and holds