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I’ll ensure he learns it soon. I’ve never wanted anyone like him, and the promise he made that night, to make me scream, to make me come all over his hands and cock, he still needs to make good on that.

The games he plays are hurtful, but he has to learn that when you toy with another person’s emotions, there are repercussions. I grip the knife in my hand. The sleek steel is cold, and I enjoy the ache that comes with the hold I have on it.

A smile graces my lips as I think about watching her bleed out. The thought of her neck being slashed makes every part of my body tingle with happiness.

Soon, Elian.

Soon you’ll be mine and nobody else’s.25ArabellaThe moment I step foot in his class, I know I’m going to have a hard time not remembering what we did on the phone last night. Each day of coming to his class has been difficult because I know just how much I am liking him. He feeds my inner monster, the girl who craves what he can offer. Most women are too afraid to admit they enjoy the darker side of sex. And even at nineteen, I’m still ashamed at times. But with Elian, I feel free.

When I sit in the front row, the corners of his mouth kick up into a grin so salacious my stomach somersaults as I wonder just what’s going through his head. Marleigh joins me, slipping in beside me.

“Hey, babe.”

“Hey, gorge,” Marleigh greets, grinning like she most probably just got laid. She must have because her cheeks are flushed and her lips are swollen. I wonder if Alistor was here, dropping her off. “What a night,” she tells me, and I realize my suspicions are true.

When one of the boys from class steps up to the desk I’m sitting in, it’s Elian who speaks up. “Allow Ms. Davenport to sit up front. She’s not overly focused on her work, and I’d like to keep an eye on her.” His voice is tainted with amusement.

Embarrassment burns my cheeks as everyone in the class turns to look at me. I want the floor to swallow me whole right now. I can’t believe he just said and did that. The amusement in his stare dances like flames in a gentle breeze. His mouth quirks into a sinful smirk, a challenge. He’s waiting for me to retort, to say something I might regret later, but I’m not going to give him the benefit of seeing that.

“Right, class,” he says as he turns to the board. There’s an iPad set up on the side of his desk, and even though I’m sitting comfortably, I have a feeling I know why it’s there. “Today, we’re going to watch a movie,” he tells us before connecting the device to a cable. With a remote in hand, he clicks on the projector, and we’re soon in a dimly lit classroom.

“This is going to be a fun hour, so sit back and pay attention,” Elian informs us as he takes a look around the class, but when he settles in for the show, I realize why he asked me to forego underwear. He sits on the tabletop, and as the movie starts, I can’t tear my eyes away from him. But it’s his gaze trailing down, all the way to my legs where I know he can see under the short black skirt.

I’m almost certain he can feel me looking at him. There’s no doubt, but I can’t drag my attention to the screen. It’s an old, black-and-white movie I have no interest in seeing. After a moment, he turns his head, his eyes boring into me as he lifts his hand, placing his index finger on his lips, then, ever so slowly, his tongue peeks out, and the reminder of him tasting me hits me with full force.

Snapping my gaze toward the screen, I feel my cheeks burn as the moment replays in my mind. Characters on the screen move about, they talk, and they act their hearts out, but my focus is not at all on the storyline.

It’s on my teacher.The bell rings shrilly, shocking me out of my stupor, and the lights go on, blinding us all as the screen is turned off and we’re shot back to reality. If you asked me what that was about, I couldn’t tell you, because the whole hour was spent with the heat of Elian so close, yet so damn far.

“Arabella, can I see you before you leave?” Elian asks in a controlled, professional tone, and as the students file out, I pack my backpack and say my “see you later” to Marleigh before I head to Elian’s desk.

He’s working on papers, grading them with a dark-red marker. For a moment, I wonder why he’s here. He could’ve been sitting at the pool, sipping a drink, not slaving over the students’ essays. I have to ask him soon. I want to learn all there is to know about him, and I hope tonight we’re able to talk.


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