“There’s no chance in hell I’m letting you leave this classroom until I get what I want.”
I bite the inside of my cheek. “And what is it you want, sir?” I hate myself for the butterflies beating to life in my stomach and the way my thighs clench at the dark, lustful look in his eyes.
“You,” he growls, yanking me against him and kissing me. “I’m going to fuck you right now for the first time in two weeks and you are going to be a good girl and do as you are told.”
Rage slams into me as I search his eyes. “Are you fucking insane?”
His jaw tightens as he glares at me angrily. “Careful, Miss Morrone.”
“No, I’m not going to just roll over and take it. You didn’t contact me, so don’t expect me to just open my legs for you.” I hold my head high, even though deep down I want to do exactly as he says. I want to kiss him, touch him, hold him. “Not to mention it’s perilous now that my brother is a professor here.”
He growls softly. “I don’t give a shit that your brother is here and I don’t give a shit that you are butt hurt because I didn’t text or call you.” His grip tightens on my hips so much that I’m sure he’s going to leave bruises.
“Luca would kill you if he found out.”
The smirk that twists onto Gavril’s lips makes my stomach churn. “I’d like to see him try. Many have tried over the years and all have failed.”
I shake my head. “You don’t know my brother.”
“I know him well enough. You forget he attended this school just like you and he’s no different from all the other hotheaded mob heirs that attend this shithole.” His eyes narrow, a darkness flaring to life within them. “If he tried to kill me, he wouldn’t survive.”
I try to take a step back, but he won’t release his grasp on me. “Are you saying you would murder my brother?”
He narrows his eyes. “I’d kill him in self-defense, yes. If it was me or him, I wouldn’t hesitate.”
“Let go of me,” I say, hating the emotion I can detect in my voice.
He shakes his head. “No chance.” I feel his hand slide under my skirt as he tears apart my panties. “I’m fucking you whether you like it or not.” His fingers slam inside of me and I groan, hating how turned on I am right now. And then I hear the zip of his pants as he pulls my skirt up around my hips.
I freeze, wondering if he’d really just fuck me after I told him no, especially in his classroom where anyone could walk in. “Sir, I said no.”
“Now I’ve caught you, I’m not letting you go,” he murmurs, spinning me around and pinning me against the wall.
I swallow hard at the delight in his eyes as he lifts me onto his desk and positions the tip of his cock at my entrance. I’m soaking wet, even though I told him to stop. “What about consent?”
“Do you really believe a monster gives a damn about consent, Camilla? Are you that naïve?” He glances down at his cock pressing against my pussy. One thrust and he’d be buried deep inside of me. “Your cunt is so fucking wet. I don’t believe you when you say you don’t want this, anyway. I take that as enough consent.” With that, he thrust forward and fills me to the hilt.
I gasp, the stinging pain of being suddenly stretched makes me shudder.
He grazes his teeth down the edge of my throat. “You are mine,” he mutters against my skin. “And no matter what you say to me, I know you want this just as badly as I do.”
It’s true, but I hate how he’s doing this. Taking what he wants without listening to me, and yet it makes me drip with need. As if I enjoy being taken against my will, which suggests there really is no end to my sick and twisted desires. “You are an asshole,” I mutter, glaring at him as he pulls back to look into my eyes. “I told you no and yet you still carry on.”
A sadistic smirk twists onto his lips. “Because I know you don’t mean it, malishka. Your pussy is gushing and your eyes are dilated with desire.” He bites my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood and then swipes his tongue over it, his cock still deep inside of me. “I think you quite enjoy pretending you don’t want it while I fuck you, anyway.”
I hate how right he is as I hold on to his shoulder, digging my fingers into it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He wraps his fingers around my throat and squeezes hard. “Stop playing dumb with me, Camilla.” His hips move in an excruciatingly slow rhythm, drawing me toward the edge, only to back off each time.
I bite my bloodied lip. “Stop playing with me,” I mutter through clenched teeth.
He smirks. “How am I playing with you?”
Despite knowing my begging him to fuck me harder will just reveal to him I want this, I can’t hold back any longer. “Fuck me like you mean it,” I hiss.
He chuckles. “Good girl,” he purrs. Hearing him call me that makes my nipples harder and my pussy wetter, which I didn’t believe possible. “Now tell me how badly you want my cock and tell me how you want it,” he demands, still messing with me.
I release a frustrated grunt. “I want your cock so bad, sir. I want you to fuck me hard and rough and make it hurt.”