Her chest rises and falls frantically as she tries to catch her breath. Those dark brown depths full of desire and anger.
I pull my fingers out of her and lick them clean. “So fucking sweet.” I grab her throat and pull her closer. “You will meet me alone tomorrow night at seven o’clock sharp in the old ruins. No friends. Just me and you, pet.”
Her nostrils flare. “Fine,” she spits.
“Good girl,” I say, releasing her throat. “Now run along back to your bed and make yourself come thinking of me.” I wink.
Her eyes narrow and she makes a frustrated little grunt, before turning on her heels and walking away from me. I rub a hand over my cock, knowing that tomorrow night is going to be a hell of a lot of fun.
14
NATALYA
“Ifeel sick,” I say to myself, staring at my reflection in the mirror.
Camilla wanted to get ready with me for the winter formal, but I told her I needed time alone. It’s true. I don’t even want to go to this godforsaken dance.
Not to mention, Elias gave me strict instructions to meet him in the ruins alone an hour before the dance.
My stomach churns like cement in a mixer and I’m glad I ate nothing at dinner. I was too fucking nervous. Elias is going to take my virginity tonight, and there’s nothing I can do to change it. Not unless I want to put my entire family in harm’s way.
A nagging sensation claws at my chest. It’s been bothering me for a while now. There’s a part of me that wants to lose my virginity to him, even if that is insane to admit. I’ve never felt passion like it when he kisses me or touches me. It’s enough to send my world off kilter, and yet I should feel nothing but blinding hate for the guy.
I glance at my watch, groaning when I see it’s five minutes to seven. It’s at least a five-minute walk to the ruins on the grounds. Elias’ voice repeats in my mind.
Seven o’clock sharp.
I shudder, wondering what exactly he’ll do if I’m late. Instead of waiting to find out, I grab my clutch bag off my bed and head out into the corridor. Most of the girls will still be getting ready, since the dance starts at eight. The corridors are quiet, except for the chatter coming from behind the bedroom doors.
Elias has to ruin everything, as the best part of the dance is getting ready with my friends. After all, we’ve been attending the school dances now for three years. Sophomores, juniors, and seniors all attend the winter formal. I rush out of the dormitory wing and then down the steps into the main hall, my heart pounding so hard it feels like I might pass out.
I shake myself out of it and head outside, the cool winter night air hitting me the moment I do. I shiver, realizing I probably should have grabbed my winter coat rather than just a shawl. Pulling it closer around me, I take the pathway that winds down toward the woodlands and the old ruins, where Elias wants me to meet him.
Once I get closer, I slow down, wondering if he’ll already be there.
“Keep on moving, Gurin,” Elias says from behind me.
I freeze and turn around to face him. “What are we doing down here?”
He smirks, and it sends dread through my entire body. “Where else am I going to take what belongs to me?”
I shudder, my body heating despite the frosty night air. “Here?” I squeak.
“Of course. We can’t come down here later, because of the party.” He nods ahead. “Keep on moving.”
There’s a lethal edge to his voice and I decide not to push him, turning around and continuing down the path to the old ruins. “Stop,” he barks once we get to the center of the old hall.
I do as he says and remain with my back to him, too scared to turn around. This is actually happening. Elias Morales is going to take my virginity. The man who has spent years tormenting me and degrading me. A shiver races from the top of my head right down to the base of my spine as I hear him get closer. “Bend over that stone.” His hand lands on the small of my back.
“Elias—”
“Quiet,” he says, his voice almost soothing.
I shut my eyes, fear and desire warring inside of me. And then I bend over for him, knowing that whatever happens from here on in, I’ve got no control what so ever.
Elias moves toward me and then I feel his hands on my hips, lifting the fabric of my dress up. The frosty winter’s air stings my skin and I wriggle, trying to get away from him.
He spanks my ass. “Hold still, Gurin.”