I growl at that. “Is that right?”
She nods. “Yes, sir.”
“Well, perhaps I need to make it a bit more exciting.” I scrub a hand across my jaw. “A bit more practical.” I turn around and stride toward the basement door. “Follow me.”
When I don’t hear her move, I stop and glance over my shoulder.
“I can’t go down there with you, not after—”
“You can and you will. Or I’ll drag you down kicking and screaming.”
She stares at me as if assessing whether I’m telling the truth or not. Finally, she relents and stands, following me with hesitant steps.
I open the basement door and descend into the darkness, excitement coiling through my gut.
I have her exactly where I want her. I don’t care if she doesn’t want this. I’m too far gone.
I warned her not to play with me, but she was adamant. Now she must deal with the consequences.
Once in my basement, I turn around. “Clothes off, every single item.”
She glares at me. “I told you I don’t want to—”
“Now, Camilla. I warned you what you were getting into and you kept on pushing. Clothes off before I cut them off you.” The idea isn’t unappealing. In fact, a part of me wants her to defy me just so I can get the knife.
“You are a fucking asshole.”
I move forward then with a growl, wrapping my hand hard around her throat. “Is that any way to speak to your Professor?” I bring my lips to within an inch of hers. “You will do as you are told, so help me, God.” I feel her pulse quicken beneath my fingers and it makes me harder. “Now stop being a brat.”
She glares at me and draws in a deep breath as I release her throat. And then she unbuttons her shirt.
I watch her every move, waiting for her to reveal her beautiful skin to me.
Flashbacks of her blood over both of us drive me wild with need and I have to use all my willpower not to pull her clothes off myself and devour her.
Finally, she drops the last of her clothes onto a pile on the floor and then glares at me.
She doesn’t try to cover herself up, standing there in all her naked glory like an angry goddess.
“Come here,” I order.
Her cheeks flush a darker red as she takes a step forward. I can sense her excitement, even as she tries to maintain her anger.
The way her breathing labors and her eyes dilate.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I murmur as she gets closer.
She averts my gaze, staring down at the floor.
“Look at me.”
Her submissive side kicks in as she raises her eyes to meet mine.
“Kneel.”
Her throat bobs forcefully as she swallows, but like the good girl she is deep down, she drops to her knees.
I memorize the image for a few moments, enjoying seeing her completely naked and submitting to me. And then I step forward until I’m so close to her she’s only an inch from my crotch.