I fill it with cold water and just lift it to my lips when the door crashes back against the wall and the entire fucking thing slips from my grip, smashing around my feet.
“What the fuck are you—”
“Don’t move,” Nico barks like the bossy fuck he is.
Glancing at the shards of glass, I figure it’s probably a good call to listen to him.
He fucking doesn’t, though, and strides right over.
“Hands on the basin, Siren.” When I don’t follow orders, his fingers twist in my hair and he directs my face so I have no choice but to stare into the mirror before me and directly into his eyes. “Do as you are fucking told.”
“B-but the glass.”
A shriek peels from my lips as I’m suddenly bent forward. My hands fly out to catch me before I crash into the basin.
“Could have just done as I suggested,” Nico mutters behind me before his fingers slide up my thighs, through the mess he left me in, and he tuts in disapproval. “Wasteful,” he chastises before his fingers spear me, pushing his spunk back inside.
“Fuck,” I bark, my muscles clamping down on his fingers as he curls them just so.
He pushes me lower, my cheek pressing against the cool porcelain of the basin.
“Nico, what are you— Shit,” I hiss when the head of his cock presses against my entrance.
“Last night,” he growls, teasing me with just the tip. “I need you to forget everything that happened.”
“Why?” I gasp as he suddenly thrusts forward, filling me to the hilt.
He yanks on my hair and I’m dragged from the basin and forced to face the mirror once more.
His eyes are feral over my shoulder and his muscles are pulled tight as he holds back from fucking me like a savage.
“Because I fucking said so, and my filthy little whore likes doing what she’s told.” He pulls out and thrusts forward once more. “Don’t you?” Thrust. “Siren.”
“Nico,” I cry, unable to do anything but stand there, looking deep into his eyes as he tries to fuck the memory of last night out of me. “It doesn’t— Fine. Whatever you want.”
His eyes alight with accomplishment and his nostrils flare as he continues trying to restrain himself.
“What I want—” He cuts himself off suddenly, his grip on both my hair and my hip tightening. “I want you screaming my name, again, and again, and a-fucking-gain. And then when you can’t possibly go again, or take any more of my cum? Then you can leave.”
“Sounds like a great fucking deal to me,” I confess, silently challenging him with nothing more than my eyes.
“And the second you walk out, we’re done,Miss Andrews.”
My teeth grind at his use of my teacher name again, but as much as I might want to argue, I know he’s right. I’m just too dick drunk right now to really appreciate how walking away, how never doing this again, is the only way to handle this whole situation.
* * *
Just as he promised, Nico fucked me every which way after carrying me from the bathroom, ensuring at least one of us didn’t stand on the glass. He, on the other hand, bled all over his carpet and I’m sure the bed, but with the dark sheets it was impossible to see and easy to push aside as he continued to work me over so thoroughly that when he finally passed out, I wasn’t entirely sure I still had control of my limbs.
“Oh fuck,” I hiss, immediately reaching for the bedside table when I attempt to stand.
What exactly did that motherfucker do to my knees?
I glance down to make sure they’re still there and am relieved to find that they are. What I’m not so thrilled with are all the bite marks and hickeys that litter almost every inch of my body.
A quick glance over my shoulder lets me know that Nico is still out for the count, and I finally find the strength to get to my feet and collect up my abandoned clothes.
I find the scrap of lace that used to be my knickers and I almost stuff them in my jeans pocket, ready to go in the bin. But at the last minute, I change my mind and instead leave them as a reminder of my visit, placing them on the pillow I just lifted my head from.