My stomach dips as a small part of me had hoped that Camilla wasn’t going. As I just can’t be sure that I can keep my hands to myself, not off campus, not after she was such an eager, good girl while she let me cum over her face.
I clench my jaw. “Fine, but it’s totally not appropriate for students to be going out with us.”
“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” Archer says.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He sighs. “Vasquez is making me work hard for it. Perhaps if I can get her to let her guard down, she’ll finally give in.”
“To what end? You’ll have another notch on your bedpost.” It’s disgusting how ruthless he’s being in his pursuit of Adrianna, especially since it’s about the conquest to him and nothing more.
His jaw clenches. “Not exactly.” There’s an odd look in his eyes as he shakes his head. “Let’s just have fun tonight. Do you know how to do that, Gav?”
I glare at him. “My idea of fun is entirely different to yours, Archer.”
“Yeah, because you are a sadist who loves inflicting pain. I know.”
Archer has no idea, not really. Neither does Oak. No one knows the depths of my depravity or how much I lack any humanity anymore. There’s always been this dark, empty void inside of me, ever since I can remember. But I can feel it growing larger with each passing day.
My childhood growing up in Russia was dark and twisted and most of it I’ve blocked out, but I know it’s what created that void, that darkness. And I’ve fed it with my twisted desires. It’s grown so much that I think it controls me entirely, and now I know there’s no way to satisfy my cravings for blood and destruction.
I thought discipling students would be a good enough outlet to keep the urges at bay, but for a while now, they’ve been getting out of hand. A few years ago, I let that craziness take over. An assistant teacher by the name of Gail was a masochist to a certain extent, and we started getting intimate.
As with most subs, she got attached to me, but I let it carry on for too long. I let that attachment deepen, enjoying the emotional pain I inflicted as well as the physical. And then we got caught. Oak had sent a student for punishment and walked into my basement with her tied up on a swing while I cut her skin and fucked her with blood on both of us.
The student had screamed and ran away straight to Oak.
At that point, we were in big trouble. It wasn’t so much that we were fucking, but it was during school hours and a relatively young student had witnessed it. Gail got fired because she hadn’t been with the academy long and Oak put me on probation for three months. He didn’t want to fire me, as he knew I had nowhere to go, but he clarified I needed to rein in my sadistic tendencies, at least on school property.
It’s why Camilla Morrone is so dangerous. She’s a masochist in more ways than Gail ever was, and her desire for pain will only feed and fuel my desire to inflict it.
“Gav?”
I shake my head. “What?”
“I said meet back here in an hour, okay?” Arch asks, looking at me intently.
I nod. “Fine.” I should tell him to stick it up his ass, but there’s a part of me that wants to get closer to Camilla. A part of me that wants to explore this fucked up dynamic between us further. Find out just how much of a masochist Miss Morrone truly is.
* * *
The bar Oakchose is far better than the one Arch picked before winter break. It’s classy and not so loud. The kind of place we’d never stumble into any students, and yet we’ve fucking invited three of them tonight.
I notice Oak and Eva already sat at a table near the back. Along with Adrianna and Camilla, who have their backs to me. Archer and I made our way here together in a cab, and that way it means I can make an escape whenever I want.
A heavy hand lands on my shoulder. “What are you waiting for, Gav?”
I shrug Archer’s hand off. “Keep your hands to yourself.”
He holds them up. “Sorry, forgot how touchy you are.”
Sometimes, I wonder why I even put up with this asshole.
“Come on, let’s have fun.” He winks and strides cockily into the bar toward the girls and Oak.
I swallow hard and enter too, knowing that tonight is a mistake before it has even begun. Once I get to the table, I realize the only seat available is the one next to Camilla.
Fucking perfect.