It takes all my self-control not to pull my cock out of my pants and replace my fingers with it, but I know that’s not what this is about. She can’t let herself forgive me yet, which means I’m going to have to work for it. And God damn it, I want to work for it. I want Natalya.
“Oh fuck,” she moans, head lulling backward as she gets closer.
“That’s it, nena. I want you to come for me,” I purr, watching her beautiful features twist with pleasure; pleasure I’m giving her.
Her tongue darts out over her bottom lip as she claws her fingers tighter in my hair, yanking at it almost. I keep fingering her and licking her, driving her right toward the cliff’s edge.
“Yes, oh, fuck,” Natalya cries as I finger her right through it. I don’t stop until she’s panting for oxygen and her body is limp on the desk. Her eyes remain shut, and she doesn’t move. Finally, I pull my fingers out of her.
“Look at me,” I say.
She does as she’s told, dark eyes finding mine.
“Watch me taste you, princess.” I slide my fingers one by one into my mouth and lick them clean, groaning as I do. “Sweeter than honey.”
Her eyes are still dilated as she watches me hungrily, making my cock is throb in my pants. I clench my jaw and ignore the clawing sensation against my mind, spurring me to pull my cock out and thrust it balls deep inside of her heavenly cunt. Instead, I pull the gusset of her thong back over her pussy and cover her panties with the hem of her skirt.
There’s a flash of what appears like disappointment as she hops off the edge of the desk. “Don’t think that makes everything right between us.” There’s fire in her eyes as she turns away from me.
I grab her wrist and spin her back to face me, bringing my lips to within an inch of hers. “I have some making up to do to you, Gurin, but I won’t be spoken to like that.”
Her eyes dip to my lips and then back to my eyes. “What are you going to do? Continue blackmailing me?”
I smirk and shake my head. “No, I have better ways to punish you, bonita.” And then I kiss her.
She tenses at first against me, trying to fight away. Once I slip my tongue into her mouth, she quickly relaxes into the kiss and gives me everything and more. Natalya moans into my mouth, making my cock even harder. I break the kiss and search her eyes, knowing that somehow I’ve got to hold on to this girl, despite everything.
She pulls away, making my chest ache. “I’m really late for dinner,” she says, glancing at her watch. She turns her back to me and grabs her bag and the book she’d picked out, rushing past me. “See you around.”
I clench my jaw as I watch her walk away from me. It’s becoming clear that the girl I spent years trying to break has finally broken me. She affects me in ways no one ever has, and if I can’t make her mine, I don’t know what I’ll do. Life in the cartel has taught me that I can take what I want. Fuck the consequences. I fear if I can’t get her to agree to be mine, I won’t be able to walk away.
I’ll take her by force instead, but I’d rather it doesn’t come to that.
26
NATAYLA
“Where have you been?” Adrianna asks, brow furrowed as I sit down at our usual table in the cafeteria with my dinner, over an hour later than usual.
Heat slams into me at the question as I try not to think about what just happened in the library. “I had work to do.”
Camilla sighs. “Always working too damn hard.”
Adrianna nods. “Yeah, with you hardly around and Eva, it feels weird.” And then she glares at Camilla. “And Camilla is practically in full-time detention.”
I take a sip of my coke and shrug. “Sorry, I just take my studies seriously,” I say, despite the guilt tightening in my gut. I glance at Camilla. “What did you do now?”
“What didn’t she do?” Adrianna asks, shaking her head. I kind of zone out as Adrianna reels off a list of all the crazy shit Camilla has done that landed her in detention in the last week alone.
My mind can’t stop returning to what happened in the library. It made no sense, but it felt so damn good. Elias was on his knees for me, begging for forgiveness. I never thought I’d see the day when the tables would turn, and yet he seems desperate to continue this sick and twisted thing he started at the beginning of the year. To what end, I’m not sure.
“Why do you look so red?” Adrianna asks.
I shake my head, trying to forget the image of him between my thighs. “I don’t know. Hot, I guess.” I spoon some pasta into my mouth and try to focus on the conversation Adrianna and Camilla are having about how much of an asshole Coach Daniels is. Apparently, he still won’t leave Adrianna alone.
“Why don’t you report him?” I ask.
Adrianna rolls her eyes. “Report him to his best buddy, Principal Byrne? What do you think he’ll do about it?”