“Nico,” I squeal as my feet leave the ground and I’m thrown over his shoulder like a rag doll.
“Quit fucking complaining,” he barks, the crack of his palm colliding with my arse ripping through the silent room. “We both know you love it. I don’t need to spread your thighs to know that your cunt is dripping wet for me right now.”
I huff in irritation.
“Come on, Miss Andrews. Talk to me. Tell me just how badly you want to be railed by one of your students.”
“Fuck you. I don’t want you anywhere near me.” It’s a bare-faced lie and we both know it.
It doesn’t matter how savage, how brutal he is, I’ll always come crawling back for more—possibly even literally if he asks in the right way. It is just that good when we collide and give in to this barely restrained hate that crackles between us.
In only a few short seconds, he’s marching us through Theo’s flat. The music is still pumping, and there are couples still dancing as if we never left. Although…
As a familiar moan rips through the air, I lift my head, dragging my eyes from Nico’s impressive arse to find Seb fucking Stella on Theo’s sofa.
“Shit,” I breathe, shamelessly watching as he thrusts into her without abandon, giving zero shit that their friends, Stella’s brother, is in the room.
Ripping my eyes away from them is harder than it probably should be, but somehow, I manage it, and I quickly find that Toby is being more than distracted by Jodie, and not too far away from them, Calli and Daemon are lost in their own little bubble of happiness. I can’t help but smile as he kisses her with such reverence, such love that it makes my heart ache in the best kind of way. Both of them deserve it. So much.
As Nico continues through the room, I find that Alex, Ant, and Isla are no longer anywhere to be seen.
Interesting…
But before I get a chance to really consider what that might mean, I’m carried straight out of Theo’s penthouse and practically thrown into the open lift.
“Nico, what the—”
“You’re leaving. Right the fuck now.”
He stares at me with a fierce hatred burning in his eyes, and despite feeling the same after the way he’s treated me tonight, I can’t deny the disappointment that settles heavily in my stomach.
I wanted more. So much fucking more.
A bitter laugh that makes his brows pinch rumbles up my throat.
“You’re a coward, Nico Cirillo,” I hiss. But it’s not enough, and before I know it, the lowest blow I can think of comes tumbling from my mouth. “Your father would be ashamed of you right now,” I sneer, my top lip peeling back in disgust.
Disbelief floods his face a beat before it gives way to nothing but anguish.
I take a step forward, pain slicing through me that I just caused that look on his face, but I’m too slow, and the doors close, cutting us off.
Guilt floods me, and my stomach turns over, threatening to bring up the concoction of alcohol I’ve consumed tonight.
“Fuck,” I breathe, stumbling back against the wall and dropping my head into my hands.
I probably shouldn’t care.
But then, there are a lot of things I probably shouldn’t do when it comes to Nico Cirillo.
He seems to be the exception to all my rules.
My heart pounds, ensuring I feel its beat in every inch of my body as a massive lump climbs up my throat.
I’m the worst person in the world.
Tears burn my eyes as the car makes its way through the building, and by the time it comes to a stop, they’re barely clinging to my lashes.
The doors part, and with my gaze locked on the floor beneath me, I step forward, ready to make my escape.