“Fuck. You drive me fucking crazy,” he booms, his fingers tightening in my hair until my eyes water and I begin to think he’s going to come away with handfuls.
He fists his cock almost violently, his face twisting as if he’s in pain, but if he is, then he doesn’t stop.
No more vicious words spill from his lips and he stops trying to get inside my mouth. As much as I might want to taste his desperation, his desire for me right now, even if it’s clouded in hate, I still keep my lips sealed shut, breathing heavily through my nose instead as I watch this evil god of a man come undone before me.
He might not realise it, but he’s showing me almost as much of his vulnerability as he did last night, and that knowledge makes my chest ache for this lost, broken, hurting man.
“Fuck, Siren. Fuck.”
Swallowing thickly, his Adam’s apple bobs as his eyes darken.
Desire tightens in my lower stomach as I watch him race toward the end.
Fuck, he really shouldn’t look this goddamn sexy falling apart for me.
“Siren,” he groans, his body stilling for a beat, giving me a warning of what’s about to come.
But I don’t shy away, and possibly stupidly, I don’t shut my eyes either.
Instead, I hold his hard stare as his cock jerks in his hand and he comes all over my face.
The second he’s done, a smirk curls at his lips, his whole body relaxing as the endorphins from his release rush through him.
“Fuck, you look good like that,” he mutters. And fuck if that praise doesn’t give me bloody butterflies.
I shouldn’t want to please this infuriating brute of a man, but fuck…
I’ve always known that I’m a little bit wrong in the head. Meeting Nico has only confirmed that.
Without releasing my hair or looking away from his cum that’s dripping down my cheek, he tucks himself away.
The need to fight him, to force him to let me up, to do anything burns through me, but I lock it down and instead just wait to see what he’s going to do next.
Reaching out, he runs his finger through the sticky residue on my skin, sweeping it up.
“Come on, Siren. You’re wasting it.”
His words make me gasp and my lips part before I fully predict his next move and his cum-covered digit pushes inside my mouth.
“That’s better.”
He does it again, cleaning me up and letting his taste coat my tongue as I continue to stare up at him like a shameless whore.
“Look at you, such a great role model down there with one of your student’s cum all over your face. I hope Knight’s Ridge knows how lucky they are to have such a whore of a teacher inside their classrooms.”
Unable to say anything with his finger deep in my mouth, I do the next best thing and sink my teeth into him.
“Motherfucker,” he hisses, pulling his injured digit free just as the coppery taste of blood fills my mouth.
His hand finds my throat once again and I’m hauled to my feet.
“What are you going to do now then, big man? You gonna punish me some more?” I taunt, probably a little bit too excited about that prospect.
Jesus, I really am a whore.
His sneer turns vicious as he stares down at me with his eyes blown and his chest heaving.
“You think that was punishment, you haven’t seen anything yet.”