She glances at the seat opposite my desk before moving toward it and awkwardly dropping into it. I watch her for a moment as she shuffles, trying to get into a comfortable position.
The need to remain as close to her as physically possible drives me to stand between her and the desk, rather than taking a seat behind it. I perch on the edge casually, watching as her honey-brown eyes widen and her lips part temptingly. There’s never been a woman I’ve wanted more than I want Camilla Morrone. My cock is as hard as steel in my pants, pushing against the fabric and trying to break free.
For a moment, I revel in her discomfort as I remain silent and watch her fidget under my gaze.
It turns out she is so uncomfortable that she breaks the silence. “What’s this about, sir?”
I clench my jaw. “I think you know exactly what this is about, Camilla.”
Her eyes narrow. “I’m afraid I’m not a mind reader, so you will have to enlighten me.”
Attitude.
So far, Camilla has been the perfect submissive. There’s been no sign of bratty behavior from her, but that will be the last attitude she gives me once I’m through with her. I guarantee it. Moving forward fast to catch her off guard, I grab her chin hard enough to hurt. “Don’t play dumb with me, malishka.”
Her eyes dilate with both fear and arousal.
“This is about what happened in the bar one week ago.”
“What about it?” She shakes her head. “You’ve barely looked me in the eye since.”
The grip on her chin tightens as the beast within me is barely contained in his cage, longing to break free and utterly devour the girl in front of me.
Her cheeks turn pale as I move my hand lower, wrapping my fingers around her slender throat and yanking her forward with it until she’s so close I can smell her sweet strawberry scent.
It’s utterly inappropriate of me to touch a student like this, but I’m too far gone. There’s no way I’ll get the monster back in his cage, not when I’m around Camilla. She’s too tempting, just like the apple in the garden of eden, drawing me in with the allure of sinful delights.
She’s going to ruin me and I’m going to ruin her, and yet I can’t find it in myself to care. I’m already damned to hell, anyway.
“Did you want me to look you in the eye?” I ask.
The flush in her cheeks returns. “Maybe.”
I tighten my fingers around my throat, imagining the way she’d look with my leather collar around her neck. The collar I own with “Property of Gavril Nitkin” etched into it. I would love to see her crawling around on all fours like an animal, wearing it and a leash for me, while I whip her beautiful skin until it’s red with my marks. Hell, until she’s bleeding for me and begging me to fuck her.
The depraved images in my mind make me harder than stone. As I return my attention to the innocent virgin in front of me, it’s impossible to ignore how wrong it is. Camilla can’t know what sick fantasy I have playing in my mind. A fantasy I want to make a reality. She’s an untouched student who hasn’t even had normal, boring vanilla sex.
Normally, that idea would be enough to turn me off, but it only makes me long for her more, forcing me to tighten my grip and pull her flush against me until her firm breasts are pressed into my chest. “I can’t hold back anymore,” I murmur, almost to myself.
There’s a flash of red-hot desire in her eyes. “Then don’t.” She holds my gaze with such determination, but she doesn’t knowwhatshe’s asking for.
“You don’t know the monster that you’re tempting to come out and play.”
She licks her bottom lip, drawing my eyes to them. “Maybe I’ve never been scared of monsters.” Her nostrils flare. “Maybe I’ve always been drawn to them.”
That’s all it takes to snap the thread like control I have on my urges. As if she’s worn down an old rope that was stopping me from falling over a sharp rock face and it’s finally given way. Spiraling me into uncontrollable territory as the monster breaks free.
I yank her violently toward me and press my lips to hers, thrusting my tongue with force through her lips before she can even stop me. The need to consume drives me crazy, as I’ve wanted to do this again ever since our first kiss one week ago in the back alleyway of the bar.
Hell, I think deep down I’ve wanted to kiss her for longer than that, even if it’s a sick thing to admit. She wasn’t eighteen years old when she showed me how much of a masochist she was. Now that she’s legal, I’m not holding back any longer.
My tongue swipes every inch of her mouth, searching desperately.
Camilla moans and I feel it right through to my bones. I flex my fingers harder around her throat, enough to cut off her oxygen to see how she reacts to being choked. Her body tenses against mine initially, but then she relaxes and moans again. A sound so fucking hot it makes me want to fuck her right here and now, but I have to take my time.
As I pull away from her, I bite her lip hard, which makes her yelp. I let go of her throat and move my fingers to the buttons on her blouse, unfastening them quickly and sinking my teeth into her collarbone.
The pain entices a groan as she grabs the edge of my suit jacket to stabilize herself as her legs shake beneath her. “Sir,” she breathes, trying to pull away from me.