I arch a brow. “Confusing?” I want her to elaborate, even though I know she means they were both sexually confusing. It gives me pleasure watching her squirm in discomfort. “How?”
“Neither really felt like a punishment,” she whispers, her voice so delicate.
My cock aches in my pants at her confirmation. “Then how am I supposed to punish you, Miss Morrone?”
She shrugs. “I’m not sure anything you do to me would be a punishment, sir.” That light is back in her eyes and it’s dangerous.
Dangerous because all I really want to do is drag her into the basement, strip her down completely and flog her until she climaxes and there’s blood dripping down her tan skin. And only then would I bury myself inside of her, make her scream my name while she comes all over my cock, her blood smeared over the both of us. The idea makes my cock harder than stone, but I must resist.
“Very difficult to believe.” I run a hand across the back of my neck, knowing this conversation is getting into dangerous territory. “You haven’t seen the tip of the fucking ice-berg of my depravity.”
She shudders in response. “Will you show me, sir?”
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, Miss Morrone.” I swallow hard and chuck the collar and leash still in my hand on the desk. “Now, get to your next class.”
The disappointment in her eyes is as clear as a summer’s night sky. I swallow hard, knowing that if she keeps looking at me like that, I’ll crack. I’ll show her what makes a sadist like me tick, which is dangerous. The darkness inside of me needs to be fed a little but kept on a tight leash, and I fear the control I keep on it will be ripped to shreds if I ever cross that line with Camilla.
She could end up hurt or worse.
When she doesn’t move, I narrow my eyes. “Now, Morrone.”
She rushes over to her desk to grab her bag, quickly gathering her belongings. I watch her, because it appears I’m incapable of keeping my eyes off of her. And then she strolls out of the room without another glance in my direction.
I sigh heavily and shut my eyes, cracking my neck. Camilla Morrone is becoming a thorn in my backside that is getting more and more difficult to ignore. If she keeps pushing me, I’ll snap, and then the real trouble will start.
7
CAMILLA
“Where the hell is she?” I pace up and down Adrianna’s bedroom.
I’m on edge. I have been ever since my punishment from Professor Nitkin.
Eva shrugs. “Maybe she forgot?”
We’re waiting to start movie night, but Nat isn’t here yet, and it’s unlike her to be late. I’m the one who’s always late and yet I’ve been here for twenty minutes.
Adrianna clears her throat. “Shall we start without her? She’s not replying to my texts.”
We’re all ready to chill out and start the movie, and I need something to distract my chaotic mind. Ever since the weird punishment in Nitkin’s classroom, I’ve been highly strung and unable to think of anything else.
“Shall I look for her?” I suggest, heading toward the door.
A knock sounds at the door as I reach it. “Finally.” I fling it open to find Nat is standing there, but she has a large holdall slung over her shoulder. My brow furrows. “What’s with the bag?”
“My brother called, and he’s getting married tomorrow.” Nat shakes her head in disbelief. “He’s got a car waiting to take me back to Boston.”
“Lucky bitch,” Adrianna says. “I’d do anything to get out of here for a few days.”
I’m not surprised Adrianna wants out of here, as she’s still getting non-stop harassment from Coach Daniels. Something needs to be done about that serial flirt, but I know it’s no use. Principal Byrne is his best friend, so it’s not like he’s going to call him out for it.
To be honest, right now I wouldn’t mind getting some space from this place. And yet it’s another ten weeks until spring break, which is when I’ll be allowed to leave.
Eva approaches the door. “Have fun.” She beams at Nat.
Nat raises a brow. “You already knew, didn’t you?”
She shrugs. “Oak might have mentioned it.”