I glance sidelong at the students stepping around us. Several avert their eyes as soon as they meet my gaze. Gripping Anya’s arm, I drag her down the hall, looking for an empty classroom. Anya resists me every step of the way, leaning back until I’m practically dragging her into the first vacant room I find.
Yanking the door open, I shove Anya inside and follow her, closing the door behind us. Dim light filters through the windows along one side, bouncing from the mirrors that line the adjacent wall. It’s the only source of illumination without the fluorescent lights on. It’s a small studio classroom with black rubber mats and a ballet barre running the length of the room. Anya grips the bar, looking like she needs it to stop herself from slapping me again.
The fire in her eyes makes my cock start to harden. I knew Anya was stubborn before, but I kind of like this feisty side. Now that the gloves are off and I’m ready to play dirty, I wonder just how physical she might get. I bet angry sex with her would be fucking hot. And now that we’re alone in a classroom, all I want to do is press her up against the wall mirror and fuck her hard.
“Are you seriously going to deny beating up Fin Tanaka?” she exclaims, her voice strident. “You ruined his senior year. No scouts can see him dance if he can’t even use his arm. He might never dance professionally because of you!”
“Don’t go blaming me for what happened to your partner,” I scoff. “That’s on you. If you had just gotten over your pride and agreed to go out with me, I wouldn’t have had to send you a message.”
“A message?” Anya steps away from the bar, stomping forward with jerky steps until her face is in my space. “You’re a sick asshole, you know that? What kind of message could you possibly be sending me aside from the fact that you’re not only a bully, you’re a violent, sadistic prick I should stay far away from?”
I lean down until our faces are just inches away, and Anya juts her chin defiantly, refusing to back down. She glares as her lips press into a thin line. The scent of her floral perfume makes me harder. If she doesn’t agree to my conditions now, I just might change my mind about waiting for her consent. I fucking want her.
“I told you I don’t like other people touching you,” I breathe. “I tried to play nice. I let you put on your coy little virgin act so you could save face or whatever. But you’ve pushed it far enough. I will have you, Anya. Whether you like it or not. And I will continue to hurt the people you care about until you agree to go out with me. That’s the message I was delivering when I beat the shit out of your little partner. You want to try me and see if I break someone else’s arm before you give in?”
Anya pales visibly, all the fight leaving her in a rush. The fear in her eyes makes my chest expand in victory. I’ve finally got her. I can see it in the way her shoulders slump, the way her full lower lip trembles. And the knowledge makes me feel powerful. I fucking love it.
“Okay,” Anya agrees softly, her gaze dropping in defeat.
“Okay? What does that mean?” I demand, feigning confusion as I relish my victory and rub it in her face. I finally got the little tease. She’s all mine now, to do with as I please.
My mind floods with all the things I’m going to do to her. I can’t wait to break her in. She’s definitely not leaving this classroom without giving me something today.
“Okay, I’ll be yours,” Anya murmurs. “Just–please, don’t hurt anyone else.” Tears spill down her cheeks as she refuses to look at me.
A twinge of emotion tightens my chest. But it can’t be regret for making her cry or the pain on her face. It’s more likely because, despite my weeks of frustration, I have to admit I’m going to miss the chase. I might also feel a bit bad that I had to take it so far, but that’s on Anya and her fucking stubborn streak. Her friend’s arm will heal. I won’t let that ruin my win.
“You’ll do whatever I say?” I press. “You’ll be my pet to do with as I please?” I hook a finger under Anya’s chin and tip her face up until her eyes meet mine. They’re a darker blue than usual, like the color of a troubled ocean after a storm. “You’ll let mefuckyou whenever I want?” I hiss.
Anya swallows hard as her tears flow more quickly now. “Yes,” she breathes.
I can feel her trembling just from my grip on her chin, and her breath tickles my face.Fuck, I want her more than I’ve ever wanted a girl before. My gaze drops to her full, pouting lips.
“Then let’s seal it with a kiss. Convince me that you’re mine,” I purr.
Conflict rages in her eyes for a fleeting moment, and then Anya rises up onto her toes. Her hands slide up my chest, leaving a burning path in their wake as she wraps her arms around my neck to bring our lips together. Electric arousal crackles through my body, setting my nerves alight. The soft warmth of her lips makes me rock-hard in an instant and my arms twine around her waist as I explore her slender hips. Gripping her ass firmly in both hands, I pull her roughly against me.
A groan rumbles up from my chest before I can think to stop it. The feel of her body pressed to mine, Anya kissing me of her own volition for the first time–I’m so fucking turned on I feel like I might just come inside my jeans from her siren’s kiss.
Darting my tongue out, I trace Anya’s soft lower lip. She grants my tongue access immediately, her own tongue dancing past my lips as her fingers comb into my hair.Thisis what our first kiss should have been like at the showcase when I stormed into her dressing room. The heat of it is so intense I’m consumed by its fire. After weeks of resistance, Anya is finally mine. And from the way she’s kissing me, I’m positive she’s wanted me this entire time.
17
ANYA
Ikiss Nicolo with desperate passion, using my meager skills and knowledge to try to convince him I’m his. I’m terrified he might tell me I’m not good enough and go after my family anyway. The thought of him harming Clara or my aunt spurs me onward as I comb my fingers into his hair and mirror his tongue’s motions. His hands grope me, gripping my ass as he pulls me to him, and I can feel his painfully hard erection grinding into me.
Deep shame pools in my belly as his soft lips, which contradict his hard personality, expertly turn me on. He’s an incredible kisser. Not too forceful now that I’m compliant, but passionate and ever-shifting as he explores my lips and mouth. It’s like a dance, and the feel of his tongue tracing along mine, lights a fire in my core, making my stomach tremble.
I’m horribly torn, hating my body for responding so hungrily but fiercely tempted to enjoy the intoxicating sensation of his lips on mine. This electric connection is what convinced my naive high school self that we were meant to be together. That our young love could stand the test of time.
It didn’t even last the night.
When Nicolo finally pulls back, breaking our kiss, we’re both breathless, desperate for oxygen.
“Now that”–he gasps a laugh–“is how you seal a deal.”
His hazel eyes dance as he continues to hold me firmly against his body, and I slowly withdraw my fingers from his hair. Now that the kiss is over, I’m embarrassed for having touched him so instinctually. Self-loathing grips my chest. I’ve given myself up to Nicolo Marchetti, the one thing I was so certain I would never be stupid enough to do again. And what’s worse is my pulse is humming from the sensation of being in his arms.