I shrug. “Live a little, Gurin.” I slide my hand up her skirt and squeeze her upper thigh. “Maybe if you are a good girl tonight, I’ll reward you.”
She frowns at me and I hate how beautiful she looks. A woman shouldn’t look that fucking gorgeous when she’s frowning, and yet Natalya always looks gorgeous. “I don’t want anything from you,” she says.
Her lips say one thing, but her body language says another. She’s wound up and horny as hell and she wants release from my toying with her on the minibus.
“Suit yourself, bonita.” I lean toward her ear, nipping her earlobe. “Just know that you would have enjoyed every fucking second.”
She shudders, her eyes flickering shut.
Nitkin claps his hands suddenly, drawing everyone’s attention to him. “As fun as this has been, I’m not all together comfortable drinking with underage kids in a bar. Now, all of you need to head back to the academy.”
There are a few grumbles that break out across the table, but no one would out right object to his orders.
Coach Daniels stands. “Ah, cool it Gav. Let the kids have some fun.” He winks at Adrianna, who just glares back at him. “Care to dance?” he asks.
She shakes her head. “No thank you.”
Nitkin shakes his head. “Arch, you can’t be serious. Where the fuck is Oak?”
Coach just shrugs. “Fuck knows. I don’t care.” His attention move to Adrianna again. “Dance with me, just once.”
She blows out a frustrated breath and then sets her hand in his, allowing him to pull her onto the dancefloor.
“Mu’dak,” Professor Nitkin curses in Russian, looking furious as he watches Coach escort a student onto the dancefloor. It’s not like Coach Daniel is renowned for keeping his extra-curricular activities with the students a secret.
Professor Nitkin sits back down, tapping his fingers frantically on the table as he glances at each of us, no doubt anticipating punishing us one by one.
I stand, no longer able to put up with the tension he’s creating. “Care to dance?” I ask, holding my hand out to Natalya.
She crosses her arms over her chest. “Not particularly.”
“It wasn’t a question.”
Her brow furrows. “It sure as hell sounded like one.”
“Now, Gurin,” I growl.
She stands and takes my hand, allowing me to lead her onto the dancefloor. “Why are you such an asshole?”
I spank her ass for that, which results in a satisfying yelp. “That’s no way to speak to your master, is it?”
Her jaw clenches and she just glares at me with those dark brown eyes. Eyes that have haunted more and more of my dreams since this final year started. The moment I laid a hand on her sexually, everything changed.
“Now be a good girl and apologize.”
Her fist clenches by her side and I see what she’s about to do before she does. I close my palm over her fist as it travels toward my face, stopping it mid-air. She makes a squeak of pain as I clench my fist hard.
“I think you are forgetting, Natalya, what I hold over you and your family.”
Her shoulders dip then at the reminder of the information that could bring hell right to the doorstep of her beloved brother and his bratva. “Sorry,” she mutters, but it’s clear she doesn’t mean it.
I move her hips to the beat of the music, digging my nails into them. “Say it like you mean it.”
Her eyes flash with untamed rage, but she grits her teeth. “Sorry,” she says, sarcasm dripping from her tone.
“Hmm, I’m not convinced. I think you’ll have to make up for it with your actions.” I spin her around and grind my cock against her ass. “I’m hard and in need of a good sucking.”
“Suck it yourself,” she mutters, perhaps assuming I won’t hear.