Aiden looked down at the prostrated Professor Elowen Voss with dark, unsatisfied hunger, his piercing blue eyes slowly tracing every inch of her defeated, voluptuous form — from her messy golden-blonde hair splayed across the floor, to her tear-streaked face pressed against the floor, her massive breasts squished heavily beneath her, and her plump ass raised slightly in the air. He grinned wickedly.
He strolled casually over to her grand oak chair behind the desk and sat down like he owned the office, leaning back comfortably with his legs spread.
Elowen slowly raised her head, tears streaming down her flawless cheeks. Her full red lips were bitten raw and bleeding, teeth clenched so tightly her jaw trembled. Pure anger, frustration, and humiliated hatred burned in her emerald eyes as she glared up at him from the floor.
