Pearl’s POV
I tried to steady my breathing, tried to focus on the professor’s words scratching across the board, but it was useless. My body was still betraying me, thighs pressed tight, pulse still erratic, every nerve raw from what Demyan had just done.
I should’ve been relieved that he’d stopped. I should’ve thanked the gods that the professor hadn’t noticed.
But then his hand brushed mine on the desk.
A small, meaningless gesture to anyone looking. But to me, it was a warning. A promise.
I darted him a look, silently begging him not to. His expression was maddeningly composed, eyes fixed on the lesson, lips curved in that faint, cruel smirk that only I could see.
And then his hand slid lower.
My stomach knotted as his fingers trailed down my thigh under the desk. I shifted, tryi
