Isabella avoided him for three days.

She buried herself in lesson plans, stacked her office with papers, and kept conversations in class clipped and polite. Nothing but "Mr. Hartley" and "Good work" - the perfect, untouchable teacher.

But Evan watched.

He saw the flush in her cheeks every time he walked past her desk.

The way her breath caught when his fingers brushed hers over a graded paper.

The way her eyes flicked to his mouth - quick, like she couldn't help herself.

Isabella was starving... and she thought no one could see it.

The breaking point came on Friday.

Her office door was cracked open after school, warm golden light spilling into the hallway.

Evan knocked once, then stepped inside without waiting for permission.

She looked up sharply - a red pen poised in her hand, glasses slipping down her nose.

Every inch the prim, respectable teacher.

Except for the faint smudge of pink on her lips.

Except for the little tremor in her hand when she set down her pen.

"Evan - "

"You locked your door last time."

His voice was low. Velvet wrapped around steel.

Her breath caught.

"I told you not to come back."

"You also told me to go home."

He smirked.

"But I don't always follow instructions, Ms. Winchester"

She opened her mouth - probably to scold him, probably to lie.

But he was already closing the door behind him.

Turning the lock.

The soft click echoed in the room.

There.

Now they were trapped.

---

"You shouldn't be here."

Her voice was steady, but her pulse was fluttering at the base of her throat.

Evan leaned against the desk - close enough that she could smell his cologne, fresh and clean... completely wrong for how dirty he wanted to make her.

"I needed help with my essay."

His gaze flicked to the stack of papers in front of her.

"Or maybe... a little extra credit?"

Isabella's breath hitched.

He saw the flicker of panic behind her eyes - that sharp, dangerous edge of a woman who knows she's about to fall but can't stop herself.

"I can't - "

"I dare you."

She froze.

His voice was low. Dark.

Just a whisper - but it slid under her skin like silk.

---

"I dare you..."

He stepped closer, slow and deliberate - giving her every chance to stop him.

"...to let me tell you exactly what I've been thinking about every time you cross your legs under your desk."

Her breath stuttered.

"I dare you..."

Another step.

"...to admit you've been thinking about it too."

Her lips parted - that soft little breathless gasp he was becoming addicted to.

"Evan, this is - "

"I dare you..."

He leaned down - until his mouth was just a whisper away from her ear.

"...to tell me to stop."

---

The room was so quiet - just the ticking clock and the sound of her shallow breaths.

One word.

That's all it would take.

If she told him to leave, he would.

But she didn't.

Instead, her hands curled into fists on the desk - white-knuckled... like she was holding on to the last shred of her self-control.

Break for me.

---

"You think you're so clever," she whispered, voice shaking.

He smirked.

"I think you're dying to see what happens if you lose control... just once."

---

Her breath hitched.

He watched her throat bob - her nipples hardening beneath her white blouse, the stiff fabric doing nothing to hide the way her body betrayed her.

"You don't know what you're playing with, Evan."

He leaned in closer - so close his breath brushed her lips.

"Neither do you."

---

For a long, excruciating second, they just stared at each other - the air between them crackling.

Then, slowly...

Isabella's eyes flicked down to his mouth.

It was so subtle - barely a glance.

But he saw it.

That's it.

---

"Truth or Dare?"

His voice was a low, wicked murmur.

Her eyes darkened.

"You wouldn't dare."

His smirk curved slow and dangerous.

"I already am."

---

A long silence stretched between them - thick with heat.

Finally, she swallowed hard.

"Dare."

---

His cock twitched in his jeans.

Fuck.

He hadn't expected her to fold so easily.

But now that she had...

He was going to ruin her.

---

"I dare you to take off your glasses."

Her breath caught - like she hadn't expected something so small.

But when her fingers trembled up to the frames, he felt it - the power shift.

The first thread of control slipping through her fingers.

She set the glasses down on the desk, trying to act unaffected.

It didn't work.

---

"Another dare?" he murmured.

Her breath quickened.

"You're pushing your luck, Mr. Hartley."

"I'm not done yet."

---

He leaned in... closer... until his mouth was right there - a whisper away from hers.

"I dare you... to let me touch you."

---

Her chest rose sharply - nipples stiff beneath the thin cotton of her blouse.

For one second, he thought she was going to slap him.

Or scream.

Instead, she whispered...

"Lock the door."

---

His heart slammed against his ribs.

She was breaking.

Finally.

He turned the lock with a soft click - never taking his eyes off her.

"Come here."

His voice was low. Commanding.

She stayed frozen behind the desk.

"Don't make me ask twice, Ms. Winchester."

Slowly - like she was moving through water - Isabella stood.

She stepped around the desk, her breath shaking... until they were standing toe-to-toe.

Evan's fingers traced the edge of her silk blouse - knuckles grazing her collarbone.

"So soft," he murmured.

"Do you know how many times I've imagined what you look like underneath this?"

Her breath caught.

"I shouldn't be here."

"But you are."

His fingers slid lower - the top button of her blouse slipping undone beneath his thumb.

"You knew exactly what you were doing when you locked that door."

Her chest rose sharply - breath catching in her throat.

"You think you're in control," she whispered.

He smirked.

"You want me to be."

He popped another button.

Then another.

Her blouse parted - inch by inch - revealing pale lace beneath.

Isabella's breath came faster... her thighs squeezing together as she finally let herself want it.

"Truth or Dare?"

His voice was pure sin now.

She swallowed hard.

"Dare."

His hand slid to the back of her neck - fingers threading into her hair, tipping her head back.

"I dare you to let me kiss you."

For one aching second, she stayed perfectly still - the last flicker of self-control flickering behind her green eyes.

Then she whispered...

"Do it."

He crashed his mouth against hers - nothing soft, nothing gentle.

Filthy. Hungry. Desperate.

Her hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer as his tongue plunged between her lips - licking into her like he was starving.

They shouldn't be doing this.

She was twice his age.

His fucking teacher.

But the way her body melted into him?

The way she moaned into his mouth?

She'd been waiting for someone to break her for a long, long time.

His hand slid down her thigh - fingers teasing under the hem of her skirt.

She shivered against him.

"Tell me to stop."

His voice was ragged.

She didn't.

Instead, she whimpered...

"Harder."

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God help them both.

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To Be Continued...

Next Chapter: The Confession

When Evan makes Isabella beg for the first time... and she learns what it's like to be completely owned.