Anya forces her gaze toward the front of the class once more, though, from the way her lips press together, it’s taking all her self-control not to punch me. I decide to leave her be for now.
But when class is over, and Professor Kennedy excuses us for the day, I can’t seem to let Anya just leave. She rises so quickly to depart the room that I don’t have time to stop her, but as she reaches the front of the class and the door, our professor calls her over, giving me time to catch up.
“Watch this,” I say darkly to Jay and Dom, rising from my seat.
They follow silently, Jay smiling with anticipation as Dom watches me curiously.
I step out into the high-ceilinged hallway right on Anya’s heels and snatch her arm, yanking her back so she has to stop and face me. Anya whirls, her graceful movement even when she’s thrown off balance surprising me. Her eyes find my hand gripping her forearm tightly, and she glares, her eyes traveling upward toward my face. I don’t release her as I sneer.
The halls are busy with students making their way to their next class. The flow of bodies shifts to move around us, the students’ eyes sliding over our small confrontation as they realize I’m the one causing the disturbance. No one wants to fuck with me, even though I’m clearly bullying Anya. She’s the only one who seems impervious to my family name and reputation.
“What do you want, Nicolo?” she demands coldly, and the sound of my name on her lips sends a shiver of pleasure down my spine.
I’m not sure I’ve ever heard her say my name before, but something about it resonates with me, rocking me to my core. I shove the feeling aside, ready to play with my toy like a cat with a mouse caught between its paws.
“I was just thinking about how stuck up and rigid you are. You’re just wound too fucking tight. It seems to me that you could do with a good fucking to help you loosen up. Don’t you think that might make her a little more bearable, boys?” I ask, glancing at each in turn.
Jay laughs and nods as Dom shrugs nonchalantly.
I turn my eyes back to Anya, taking in the hint of pink coloring her cheeks. “I’m starting to wonder, with how rigid you are, if you might not still be a virgin,” I add lightly. In truth, I am curious if that could be a contributing factor to why she rejected me.
From the crimson that creeps up her neck, leaving splotches of color as it stains her cheeks, I think I might actually be closer to the truth than I had realized. A scoff of disbelief bursts from my lips as her reaction catches me by surprise.
“Oh my God, am I right?” I press, continuing to laugh as Anya squirms in my grip, her eyes dropping to avoid mine.
Jay and Dom break into peals of laughter.
“Fuck, I thought all the virgins died out sometime before the end of high school. I can’t believe you would still be clinging to your V card like some Catholic school girl. Are you still a virgin because no one’s wanted to risk touching you until now in case you have fleas?”
Anya’s eyes snap to meet mine suddenly, and the intense hatred there surprises me. It reminds me of the day I met her, when she spilled her lunch all over me. Her unbridled spite somehow seems to run deeper than just a result of my bullying. She’s seemed so unresponsive to my needling these past few weeks that I must have found a sore spot for her to respond so visibly.
“Maybe that’s why you don’t want me to fuck you,” I suggest, pushing her further. “You haven’t popped your cherry, and you’ve heard how big I am. You’re probably scared I’ll hurt you if I take your virginity.” Pulling Anya closer, I speak more softly. “Don’t worry, pet. I’ll break you in gently.”
Anya’s gaze turns electric with emotion, and tears spring to her eyes. My heart twinges unexpectedly, and for an instant, I actually feel bad. I don’t normally make girls cry, and seeing Anya on the verge of it, despite how strong she’s proven her resolve to be, destabilizes me. I pause, my next comment dying on my lips.
Then she hisses, “You don’t scare me, Nicolo Marchetti. You’re just a piece of shit, and I don’t want some entitled prick like you thinking you have any claim on me or my body. If I had to guess, you probably act like such a jerk to make up for your small cock.”
Her words hold such vitriol it staggers me. Jay and Dom release shocked laughs as their eyes turn to me.
“Oooh,” Jay says, holding his fist to his lips. “Cat’s got claws, Nico. You better watch out. You might have just found your match.”
“Fuck you, Jay,” I snap, cutting my eyes at him.
He and Dom immediately fall silent.
If she’s ready to spar, I clearly haven’t pushed her far enough. I’m going to break this tease, and by the time I’m done with her, she’ll bebeggingme to fuck her. Squeezing her arm more tightly, I yank her forward against me. She gasps as she collides with my chest, and I grip her wrist as her hand raises to catch her before she falls. The feel of her body warmth pressed against me, the sweet smell of her floral perfume, and the soft satin of her skin, all arouse me.
Forcing her wrist down to the seam of my jeans, I put her hand on top of my growing erection, making her feel how torturing her turns me on.
“Is this what you would call small?” I ask, forcing her to rub my cock through my jeans. I swell further beneath her touch, my considerable girth making her eyes grow wide. “Or maybe you can’t tell since you’ve never seen a cock before. But I promise you, pet, I could make you squeal in pain if I wanted to.”
Anya pales visibly, and her lips part in horror. The look of utter mortification makes me wonder just what she’s thinking. I’m curious if I fingered her again if I would find her wet just from having her hand on my cock. But by her disturbed expression, I can’t be sure.Is she bothered because I’m forcing her to jack me off on top of my jeans right here in the school hallway?Not that anyone would dare stop me.
Yanking free of my grasp, Anya spins on her heel and dashes away from me down the hallway and out the building’s front doors.
Dom releases a low whistle, indicating his amazement at the whole interaction. Jay chuckles darkly.
“Dude, I don’t know why you bother. That chick seems like way more hassle than she could possibly be worth. No pussy is good enough to go to this much trouble. Not even virgin pussy,” Jay says.