Reaching out, I collar her throat before she has a chance to shove her jeans down and get right in her face.
It’s a fucking mistake, because her sweet mango scent fills my nose, and fuck if my mouth doesn’t water.
Lingering, hazy images from my dream last night come back to me and my cock presses against the confines of my jeans.
“Me? What is wrong with me?” she asks incredulously. “The only one of us with an issue here is you, you arrogant twat. Now, will you get out of my fucking way? You can watch if you want,” she offers, clawing at my forearm in the hope I might release her.
“Oh yeah. Shall I take a photo too?” I offer, making her brows pinch in confusion. She knows I can be all kinds of kinky, but taking a photo while she pees is a new one, even for me. “I could take it to your new boss so he has a better understanding of who he’s just employed,” I threaten.
Her eyes narrow, her jaw ticking in irritation.
“Fuck you, Nico. I’m not scared of you and your empty threats,” she growls.
Goddamn it, her fire gets my cock rock hard.
She’s the only one who has since that night in The Spot. And I fucking hate her for ruining me like that.
It makes me need her.
And I don’t need anyone.
Ever.
“Empty?” I taunt. “None of my threats are empty, Brianna. I thought you knew who I was. What I’m capable of.”
She snarls at me, and my cock jerks in response, wishing those full lips were being put to better use.
“You need to get yourself out of my life, Brianna Andrews, or you can bet your fucking arse I’m going to shatter everything you’ve spent years working toward faster than you can get on your knees to suck my fucking cock.”
At my threat, something I’m not used to seeing flashes in her eyes as her brave façade begins to slip. But she quickly steels herself once more to go toe-to-toe with me.
“Cunt,” she hisses.
“Takes one to know one.Miss Andrews.”
9
BRIANNA
All the air rushes out of my lungs as my name rolls off his tongue.
No. Not just my name.
My teacher name.
He knows.
He—
Fuck.
“N-Nico,” I stutter like a fucking idiot.
No man has ever made me question myself like he does.
I’ve always been strong, independent, and I’ve never given a fuck as to what any man might think of me and my decisions. But since the first moment I met him, it’s like he’s wiggled his way right inside my head, because I find myself wondering what he’d think, if he’d approve.
It’s bullshit. All of it.