“Hannah.” Nolan’s voice is closer, but I’m too invested in the pleasure. “Tell me, or I won’t let you get off.” I half-laugh. “Like you could stop me now.” My eyes fly open when I feel his tight grip on my wrist. The room is still near black, but Nolan’s body heat wafts over me as he holds me captive. “I’m the teacher. You’re the student. You have to obey.”
