“Cat got your tongue?” he asks, leaning against a bookshelf with a cocky smirk on his face.
I shake my head. “Why are you here?”
He moves like a viper, pushing forward fast and grabbing my throat so quickly I don’t have time to react. “You know why, Gurin,” he growls, his intoxicating scent invading my senses the moment he’s this close. “Speaking to me the way you did in anatomy class. Did you think I’d let that slide?”
My throat bobs as I try to swallow, fear spreading through every inch of my body. “No,” I rasp out.
“No, because I own you, Gurin.” His other hand moves to my left breast and he squeezes it painfully through my shirt before moving to the right. “And if you speak to me like that again, I’ll make you suck my cock with an audience next time.”
The thought makes me shudder, but at the same time there’s a part of me that’s excited by the prospect. Ever since our encounter in the hallway, I’ve been unable to stop thinking about it. I guess it was the single most erotic experience of my life, but also the most degrading. After all, I have no experiences to compare it to.
He bares his teeth, shaking his head. “But I’d bet you’d love that, taking my cock down that pretty little throat while others watched me use you.” His other hand moves lower, and I tense as he pushes it under my skirt. “I bet your cunt is soaking wet thinking about it, isn’t it?”
Panic claws through me as I try to shake my head, but it’s not possible with his hand around my throat. “No,” I rasp out, my voice barely a whisper.
“Liar,” he growls as he pulls aside my panties and thrusts two fingers inside of me roughly.
I groan, shocked by the sudden invasion.
“Soaking fucking wet, like a naughty little whore.” His lips are within an inch of mine as his breath hits my face. “I bet when I finally stick my cock in this virgin pussy, you’ll ride it willingly, moaning the entire fucking time.”
I spit in his face, as it’s the only thing I can do to fight back. He has me immobilized with his heavy weight, pinning me to the bookcase behind me.
“Dirty bitch,” he murmurs, but he doesn’t sound angry. “Open your mouth.”
I clamp it shut, glaring into his eyes as hatred coils through my gut.
His jaw clenches. “Do I need to remind you what I hold over you, Gurin?”
The hatred burns through me like acid as I reluctantly open my mouth. And then he spits in it and the act, despite being degrading, makes me gush between my thighs.
He chuckles. “Oh yes, this is going to be a lot of fun. It seems my little pet likes being degraded.” His fingers find an intoxicating rhythm in and out of my shamefully wet pussy as he drives me toward climax. It’s embarrassing that anything this man is doing is making me feel good, but it is. Clearly, they’re something wrong with me.
And then he releases my throat, his body weight still pinning me to the bookshelf. I groan in protest as he tears open the front of my shirt, the buttons popping off, and then he yanks my bra down forcefully and closes his lips around my hard nipple.
I buck toward him, my body feeling like it’s on fire from his touch. “Elias,” I breathe his name, hating how much the desire is evident in my tone.
He sucks on my other nipple and then bites my collarbone hard, making me yelp. “Sounds like you are enjoying yourself.” His tongue darts up the column of my throat and then he kisses me, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as if he’s trying to fuck me with it.
I moan, my body instinctively arching into him as I wrap my hands around the back of his neck.
He growls, biting my lip and grabbing my arms, pinning them to the side. “No touching.” There’s rage and desire swirling in those stunning ice-blue eyes of his, and it takes my breath away. “I’m in control.”
I swallow hard, some of the fear overwhelming the shameful desire that had taken root in the pit of my stomach.
He roughly pulls his fingers from my pussy. “Open your mouth.”
I bite my lip before opening my mouth.
He slides his fingers into my mouth, coated in my juices. “Suck them clean.”
The taste of my arousal on his fingers turns me on as I close my lips around them and suck them clean, before nipping one with my teeth.
He growls and pulls them out of my mouth. “Did you just bite me?”
I shrug, trying to act unaffected despite the fact I’m scared to death. “Perhaps.” Mrs. Kendall sleeps like a fucking dead corpse, which means she’ll never hear us up here.
Elias grabs my throat hard and forces me to spin around. “You’ll regret it, Gurin. You’ll regret ever speaking the way you did to me in class, too.”