He shakes his head. “You have an unhealthy obsession with that girl.”
I growl, and he holds his hands up. “Sorry, but it’s true.”
I punch him playfully in the ribs. “Don’t make me hurt you, Bianchi.”
He smirks and then dashes off down the corridor. “You’d have to catch me, but then you may miss your girlfriend.” He disappears around the corner and I make a mental note to make him pay for that as I continue toward the library.
Natalya will refuse the invitation initially, but I’ll make it clear she has no choice.
The idea of getting my little pet off school grounds excites me, as it means I’ll have free rein with her.
I enter the library, which is busy at this time. It always is during school hours, but when Natalya and I were in here together, it was after dinner and quiet.
It’s not hard to find Natalya, as she sits at her usual desk in the corner, reading alone.
I smirk and march over to her, pulling out a chair before she even notices me.
When I sit, her eyes widen and her back turns as straight as a fucking rod.
“What are you doing here?”
I tilt my head. “It’s the school library. I can be in here whenever I want.” I slowly slide the tip of my tongue over my bottom lip. “I have some very fond memories of you up on the mezzanine in this library.”
Her eyes narrow. “Well, they’re not fond memories for me.”
“No? I think you enjoyed yourself a little too much, if I remember rightly.” I lean close to her and lower my voice. “Your virgin pussy was so fucking wet.”
Her lips purse and I notice the desire in her eyes. “Cut the crap. What do you want?”
I shake my head. “Now, that’s no way to speak to the man that owns you, is it?”
Her throat bobs as she swallows hard. “What do you want, sir?” she asks, a hint of sarcasm in her voice, but I let it slide.
“That’s more like it.” I move my chair closer to hers, which makes her tense more. “You and your little friends are coming out with me and my friends tonight.”
Her brow furrows. “What?”
“You heard me. I want you there, and it’s non-negotiable.”
“How am I supposed to explain that to my friends?”
I tilt my head. “It’s not my fault you are lying to them all. If you were such good friends with them, you’d tell them the truth.”
Her nostrils flare and cheeks turn a dark red. “You know I can’t do that, no matter how much I trust my friends.” She shakes her head. “The information you are holding over me is too dangerous.”
I tap my fingers on the table in front of us. “Is that right? Well, you’ll have to convince them to come.” I shrug. “It’s not my problem, it’s yours.”
It still gives me a rush, having this power over her. I can’t seem to quit it and knowing she has no choice but to go along with it only makes it that much more intoxicating.
“Fine,” she says.
I had expected her to put up a little more resistance.
“If you don’t mind, I need to study.” She signals at the book in front of her, some law book.
I chuckle and move my chair so close to hers it’s touching. “And so do I,” I say, sliding my hand onto her bare thigh and squeezing. “I’m going to do some anatomy studies.”
Her cheeks turn an even deeper red as she tries to slide away from me. “Elias,” she hisses, eyes darting from side to side. “You can’t be serious.”