“Time to get to the dance, bonita. We’re late.”
Her eyes dip to my cock, which is still semi-hard and glistening with cum. “You should probably put your pants on first.”
I chuckle at that. “Why do you think people will talk?”
She rolls her eyes, but there’s a whisper of a smirk on her lips.
I push away from her reluctantly and grab my pants and boxers, slipping them on and doing them up. When I turn around, Natalya is standing up, hugging her arms around her waist and looking a little vulnerable.
There’s a tightness in my gut which feels a lot like guilt. She may have been a willing participant pretty much from the moment we got down here, but I know I forced her into this situation with my blackmail and for some fucked up reason it feels wrong. I shake my head, trying to break the guilt-ridden daze from my mind.
“Come on,” I say, holding my arm out to her. “Let’s go.”
Natalya takes my arm and allows me to lead her back toward the school. There’s a new atmosphere between us, one that I don’t like as we make our silent ascent up the step and in through the main entrance.
The music from the dance surrounds us the moment we enter and I hasten my steps, desperate to get into that hall. At least then it should break this tension between us once we’re amongst other students.
I walk us into the grand hall and sigh in relief the moment we’re no longer alone. Never before have I felt at such unease alone with Natalya.
“Shall we dance?” I ask, looking her in the eye for the first time since we left the ruins.
Her brow arches slightly. “Right, because normally you ask a girl to dance after fucking her,” she mutters.
I lean close to her ear and whisper, “Don’t pretend like you didn’t enjoy every second.”
Her nostrils flare, but she doesn’t deny it. “Fine,” she says, nodding at the dancefloor.
I sweep her onto it and pull her close, swaying her to the music as I look into her eyes. There’s an odd burning sensation in my chest as I look into them, making me wonder if anything between us will ever be the same again. Tonight, the dynamic between us changed.
“People are staring at us,” Natalya murmurs, eyes darting around the room. “Do you think they know?”
I shake my head. “No, they’re staring at us because it makes no sense that you would attend a dance with a guy who has tormented you all these years.”
Her dark eyes fix on me with rage burning in them. “Well, it’s not like I had a choice.”
My jaw clenches as a part of me wants her to say she wants to be here with me. It’s odd and confusing and I don’t like it one bit. I lean toward her ear. “And yet you are enjoying every second of this evening, aren’t you?”
Her breathing labors as my lips brush the shell of her ear. “Not exactly,” she mutters, but it’s half-hearted.
I bite her earlobe. “Could have fooled me while you begged for my cock.”
A whoosh of air escapes her lungs and I feel her tense against me. “Do you always have to be such an asshole?”
I pull away and meet her fiery gaze. “It’s kind of the job description.”
“What job is that? Trying to piss me off?”
I smirk. “Exactly.” I pull her close again, my lips against her ear. “You did so fucking good tonight, though, princess,” I murmur, remembering how much she loves it when I praise her.
She pulls back, lips pursing and cheeks reddening. The comment doesn’t seem to anger her as I’d expected. Instead, she wraps a hand around the back of my neck and pulls me close so her lips graze my ear. “When are we going to do it again?”
Fuck.
I feel my pants tighten over my crotch, even though we’ve just fucked. “Unfortunately for both of us, not until next semester. I leave early tomorrow morning for Chicago.”
“Pity,” she mutters, releasing my neck and standing straighter.
I swallow hard as I look into those dark eyes, knowing that everything has changed. Now that her virginity doesn’t stand between us, and she enjoyed it as much as I did, I fear the dynamic between us is altered. This was always supposed to be a torment for her, but I never counted on what happens if she enjoyed it as much as I did.