His Little Bad Girl by Madison Faye
She’s mine, she just doesn’t know it yet.
Her name is Tempest Kensington.
She’s never been touched.
She’s my student, and I want to know how sweet she tastes when she’s claimed for the first time.
I’m her headmaster. I’m twenty years older than her. But damn the implications. Screw the consequences. I know I’m blurring the lines, but I. Do. Not. Care.
Tempest Kensington is a grade-A brat. And she’s about to get a very thick, very firm dose of my discipline – over my knee and on hers.
Barely appropriate. Entirely off-limits. My temptation, my addiction, my obsession. My ruin, in a plaid skirt and knee-high socks.
It’s time for this little tease to learn exactly what happens to bad girls who look for trouble.