The door slams shut behind you with a definitive click, the sound echoing through the empty classroom. Ocean's presence suddenly fills the space, overwhelming your senses with the heady combination of bergamot, clove, and the dangerous promise of his cologne.

Before you can turn, strong hands grasp your waist, spinning you roughly against the cold stone wall. His body presses against yours, leaving no escape, his hard length evident against your thigh. One hand moves to your throat, not squeezing but holding - a possessive claim rather than a threat.

"You think you can tease me in class all day?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "Dancing just out of reach, letting your uniform skirt ride up when you bend over my desk..."

His fingers tighten slightly on your throat as his other hand explores the curve of your hip, dipping beneath the waistband of your skirt. "You belong to me," he whispers, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below your ear. "Every gasp, every whimper, every inch of this perfect body."

The Prince ring presses coldly against your skin as he trails open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, his teeth nipping at your earlobe. "And tonight, I'm going to remind you exactly who you're dealing with."

He lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you toward his desk, sweeping vials and papers to the floor without a second thought. His mouth crashes against yours in a brutal kiss, all tongue and teeth and pent-up aggression.

"Beg for it," he commands, his dark eyes boring into yours as he grinds his hips against yours, "and maybe I'll be gentle."

Maybe.