I don’t relent, firmly holding her in place as my lips move lower toward her breasts, which are framed in a white bra that complements her skin tone perfectly. My lips skate over her exposed cleavage with soft, almost kisses. And then I sink my teeth into the soft and tender skin.
Camilla yelps in surprise, trying to pull away from me.
“No fighting, malishka.” I dig my fingertips into her hips. “I know you love the pain as much as the pleasure.”
Her lips part as if she’s about to speak, but she closes them again. “It’s true,” she says, shaking her head. “But when are you going to stop messing around and fuck me?”
The brazen question startles me as I release her hips, searching her eyes. “That would be a bad idea, Camilla.” I can hardly believe that’s what she really wants. Her sadistic professor to take her virginity.
“Why?” she asks, her tone wounded as she takes a step back from me. “And don’t tell me it’s because I’m an innocent virgin who can’t handle you.” Her lips purse together. “It’s clear that considering how much I love pain, I’m not as innocent as you think.”
I strike forward and bite her bottom lip hard, drawing blood and licking it from her skin. “Because I crave things most sane people would never understand. Things that most sane people would have me committed for.” I want to taste her blood and paint her skin with it. Create a masterpiece of pain and suffering over the most beautiful living canvas I’ve ever met. “My obsession with inflicting pain runs deep and is far more perverse than you can imagine in your wildest dreams or darkest nightmares.”
Fear dilates her irises, but she doesn’t break my gaze. “Show me and we’ll find out if I can handle it or not.”
I clench my jaw. “It’s not only that. You are a virgin and virgins are notorious for becoming attached to the first man they fuck.” I narrow my eyes. “Sex is merely a transaction for me. The golden rule is I never form attachments.”
Camilla tries to hide her disappointment and fails spectacularly as she says, “I don’t care.”
There’s no doubt it’s a lie and it should be my cue to break this off. “Virgins are too clingy. It’s just a fact.” I turn away from her, knowing that taking Camilla’s virginity would be a huge mistake. It would open a can of worms.
“What are you saying?” She asks, her voice laced with what I can only describe as pain—emotional pain. The kind I intended to avoid by making sure I didn’t take her virginity, and yet somehow she’s already hooked on me.
I don’t look at her. “I’m saying that taking this any further would be a mistake.” Saying the words goes against my primal instincts to ravage the beautiful young girl behind me, but I know it’s for the best.
Camilla grabs my shoulder and squeezes. “Sir.”
I turn around to face her.
She allows her hand to move to my chest and then lower to my abs, holding my gaze with determination blazing into those honey-brown eyes of hers. It’s clear she will not walk away that easily. “Please.” Her hand dips lower as she grabs the end of my belt and unbuckles it, never once taking her eyes from mine.
“Please, what?”
“Please fuck me, sir,” she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper.
I let her unzip my pants and then I feel her small hand slide into them, cupping the rock-hard length of my cock through my briefs. Her eyes widen as she slides her hand up and down the length. She squeezes, and that’s when I snap, yanking her hand out of my pants and forcing it above her head.
“Let us get one thing straight before we go any further, Camilla.” I grab her other wrist and join it with the other, holding them above her head by her wrist. My lips are a mere inch from hers as I loom over her. “I’m in control for every single second we’re together. If you don’t like it, then find someone else to fuck you.” The idea makes my stomach churn as I hold her gaze. “You do nothing without my permission, do you understand?”
Camilla nods. “Yes, sir.”
I groan and then pull her body against mine, running a hand down her perfect figure. “You’re about to find out what true hell feels like.”
Despite her palpable fear, she says, “I can’t wait.”
I shake my head, knowing she does not know what she’s talking about. The sadistic side of me knows no bounds and I fear this girl is going to destroy what little control I have over it. I can feel that darkness pulling at my insides, longing to break free the more I’m around this tempting woman.
Camilla Morrone is going to destroy everything I’ve worked so hard to control, and yet I can’t help but fall into the trap. I know it’s a mistake, but I’m making it anyway, because I’m not a good man. And men like me take what they want, consequences be damned.
15
CAMILLA
Gavril’s arm wraps around my waist forcefully and he lifts me off my feet, carrying me as if I weigh nothing into the empty classroom adjoining his office and toward the door into the basement. He supports me with one arm and uses his free hand to open the door.
My heart clatters at a thousand miles an hour, racing like horses on a race track as we’re engulfed by the darkness. Gavril’s dark, sadistic torture room is a place I’ve been fantasizing about him bringing me back down here since the last time when I climaxed from pain alone.
“Why are we going down here?”