Madison Faye - Broken: Winchester Academy, Book 3

Copyright 2019 Madison Faye

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N ote to self : dont sleep with the gorgeous, tattooed, motorcycle-driving hottie after a friends train wreck of a bachelorette party.

Especially not when he looks at you like he wants to devour you.

Especially not when hes a little younger looking than you.

Especiallynot when it turns out hes your newest student.

Oops.

E than Scott is the kind of man your mother warns you about. Reckless, cocky af, damaged, beautiful, of course, and completelyirresistible. And if that werent a long enough laundry list of reasons to stay away?

Hes also eight years my junior, and my studentat the private high school where I teach art.

Winchester Academys newest bad boy student mystudentis utterly off limits. The problem is, hes also gorgeous, tempting, addicting, and has me wrapped around his freaking finger.

The other problem is, I already slept with him.

Hes the firecracker waiting to blow, the spark that sets off the fire. Hes broken, and this whole thing could break us both. But something about him makes me go crazy. Something about him makes me say yes instead of no.

Something about him has me aching for more, no matter the consequences.

This might be a problem.

R ain hammers down across the roof and hood of the car like bullets, the thunder booming like cannons. Water pours in torrents down the outside windows, mimicking the sweat running in rivulets down both of our naked bodies.

The neon from the gas-station sign and the lightening flashes turns her skin orange and then white as she writhes on top of me. And when the thunder shatters the sky again, I can feel the slick, tight walls of her pussy clamping down on my length, squeezing me as her pulse jumps and her moan catches in her throat.

Breaths pant, hands clench, lips bruise together, the windows fog up until theyre opaque with our lust.

With our sin.

My hands grip her ass tightly, bringing her up and down, up and down, plunging my cock into her over and over. Her teeth nip at my lip and her nails rake over my skin. My muscles bunch, abs clench, and my cock pulses as I grunt and rut into her, claiming heras my own.

This is wrong, what were doing. So very wrong. Neither of us are under any illusions, either. We both know that if people found out about this, thered be gasps and clutched pearls. Thered be scandal and ruin