He bares his teeth like an angry wolf. “Let them come looking. I don’t give a shit.”
Before I can register what he’s doing, his lips are against mine in an angry and passionate kiss that leaves me breathless.
“You belong to me, which means no dates with other men. Do you understand?”
My stomach flutters like a million butterflies taking flight at how possessive he’s being. Although it’s insane, as he made it clear from the start that this is nothing but sex, there’s a part of me that hopes this could become something more.
And the way he’s acting right now only feeds that fantasy.
His fingertips dig into my hips harder. “Tell me you understand,” he demands.
“I understand,” I lie, even though none of this makes any sense.
Sex is just a transaction to him, so why does it matter who I date?
Not that I’m interested in Rizzo and I don’t get the sense he’s interested in me either. After all, our families are enemies. I just agreed to it because Nat begged me to come out with them and be Rizzo’s date.
“Good.” He yanks me out of the cubicle and bends me over the sink. “Time to punish you.” He lifts my skirt up and then tears my panties down my legs.
I swallow hard, wishing I hadn’t worn a skirt, which makes it easier for him to get access. His hand comes down violently against my left ass cheek, making me jump.
I yelp in pain as he moves on to my right ass cheek and does the same. The hard surface of the sink counter digs into my hips as he keeps the firm pressure of his weight against me. It’s going to leave bruises in its wake, but I sense that’s his intention. To inflict as much pain as physically possible, even if he doesn’t have any of his implements here.
“Don’t act like you don’t love this, Morrone.”
I grit my teeth together. “I don’t love that you are being completely unreasonable.”
He growls, his weight bearing into me harder. “How would you like it if I was here with another woman parading her around?”
When he puts it like that, I’d be furious. The thought of seeing him with any other woman makes me sick to the stomach. “I’d hate it.”
“Exactly.” He spanks me again, even harder than before. “Which is why you need punishing for making me so fucking angry.”
I can hear that anger in his voice, and it inspires a terror in me.
It’s clear that when I went after this man, wanting him to notice me the way I’ve always noticed him, I never considered just how crazy he is.
There’s a reason he’s the resident punisher at the Syndicate Academy. A reason why he loves inflicting pain, and I’ve opened the book to look inside and delve into the madness that lies within him.
However, now I can’t get out, or at least, he won’t let me.
I swallow hard as his breathing is ragged behind me and glance into the mirror, meeting his gaze.
He looks borderline insane right now, with wide hazel eyes and his hair messy. “I’m going to fuck you right here and fill you with my cum, and then you will return and sit next to that frat boy with my cum dripping into your panties.”
I swallow hard at the thought, but my thighs clench. “Yes, sir.”
The echo of his zipper coming down quickens my heart rate as he frees his cock and slides the head through the entrance of my soaking wet pussy. Without a second to catch my breath, he’s inside of me.
Every inch deep as he pumps his hips in and out with rough, vicious movements, as if he’s trying to rearrange my insides. I watch him in the mirror and he watches me back with such unmatchable desire it makes me forget the insanity of what we’re doing. And it’s impossible not to moan as he makes me feel intangible, as if I’m no longer in my own body.
My friends are sitting in the stands, waiting for me to return, and here I am, being fucked like some slut by our sadistic professor in the bathroom.
I swallow hard as there’s a bang on the door as someone tries to enter.
My body turns to stone, but Gavril doesn’t stop.
In fact, he shows no sign that he’s even heard them. He looks like he’s in another world, drowning in a darkness that seems to tinge his soul.