Page 17 of A Reputation Dark & Deadly

Logan grabbed Peyton's pigtails in his hand once again and tugged on them before maneuvering his left hand so it rested next to her face.

"There's something special about being in complete control," Logan murmured in a voice only she could hear, in words that seemed to send lightning bolts straight to her core. "I could do anything I wanted to you and you would fucking thank me for it, Peyton."

There it was. Her name.

That caused her to come undone.

She closed her eyes and whimpered. Anyone who might have caught the action would think it was because his grip on her hair was too tight but they both knew why she had made the sound.

She liked being out of control. She liked being in a vulnerable position.

But not just by herself. With him.

With Logan.

"You're more than just a good fucking girl, aren't you, sweetheart?" he drawled lowly, his lips tickling her ears before he shot up straight and said, "Anyone see a problem with this? And someone other than fucking Peyton, please. I'm sick of her voice."

"Oh, fuck you," she muttered.

It was only when his brows raised so high the reached his hairline and his hazel eyes were tossed her way and his gravelly voice let out a warning, "Excise me?" did she realize she had said the words out loud.

She didn't know why, but her head immediately went back to last night, how she had gotten herself off with this exact scenario playing in her thoughts. She hadn't figured she would be literally bent over in front of the entire classroom as a demonstration but she found it rather ironic that this was how things played out. The fact that she had talked back to him gave her a dangerous thrill. And, judging by the hardness pressed against the back of her thighs, she would have to conclude that he felt the same way about her that she did about him, in this moment.

However, that didn't mean that Peyton knew how to respond to his demand for an answer. On the one hand, she wasn't regretful about what she said. She had said what she said and she was proud of herself for saying it, even if she hadn't exactly meant to. On the other, he was still her professor and advisor, and because of that, he deserved respect. But not to the point where he liked to remind her who was in control and who had power.

Somebody answered his question but wasn't paying attention. She didn't think Logan was either, even though he responded with a grunt and a quick dismissal of the classroom. However, he didn't let Peyton leave the position she was currently in. When the last student left, Logan gripped her waist once more and leaned over her back so his hardness pressed into her and his lips were close to his ear.

"You better fucking watch your mouth, sweetheart," he muttered. "That thing will get you into trouble." He released her and took a step back but still stood in her personal space as she turned around. He trapped her within his arms once again, placing his hands on either side of the desk so she couldn't break free. "Don't fucking tempt me."

Peyton continued to say nothing but she met his gaze with one of her own, not flinching or cowering.

"Am I free to leave?" she asked him. She was proud of how cool and steady her voice came out even though she was shaking inside.

Logan said nothing. His eyes were on her lips and he seemed to be contemplating something. What that was, Peyton didn't know - and wouldn't. Without a word, Logan stepped back and gave her enough space to walk around him and leave.