Blaine
I push myself off the wall and walk toward her, eyes fixed on my prize. This part of the corridor isn’t too busy.
Her honey brown eyes are wide as she stares at me for a moment, frozen to the spot. And then she pivots to turn her back to me and marches in the opposite direction.
“Sidorov,” I bark her surname, stopping her in her tracks.
I see the way her whole body stiffens as she comes to an abrupt halt, turning slowly to face me. “Yes, sir?” Her voice is high-pitched as her cheeks turn so red I can’t believe it’s possible.
I fold my arms over my chest. “My office, now.”
The delicate column of her throat bobs as she swallows hard, drawing my eyes to it. I want to put my collar around it and make her wear it day and fucking night. “Sir, I’m supposed to be meeting my friends at-”
“I don’t give a shit, Sidorov.” I step closer to her, towering over her small frame. “Now and don’t make me ask again.”
It’s clear that trying to resist a pull like Azira has on me is a grave mistake. As it has only become stronger and more uncontrollable as time passes by. It’s been one week since we all went to the bar together and I licked her sweet, virgin cunt outside in an alleyway. Ever since, I’ve tried to avoid her, knowing that what we were doing was walking a tightrope.
Azira’s nostrils flare, and for the first time, I see defiance in her eyes. “May I ask what this is about?”
“You may not.” The buzz of whiskey is still filtering through my bloodstream as I hold her steely gaze, knowing I will not back down on this. She’s coming to my office whether she likes it or not. Her chest hitches as I take another step forward, leaving barely a foot between us. “Now get your ass into my office before I drag you in there.”
I sense her hesitation as she stares at me. For a moment, I honestly believe my submissive little pet might refuse to obey for the first time, until her shoulders slump in defeat and she relents, turning to walk toward my office without saying a word.
I keep close to her, watching the way her hips sway in such a sexy way. It’s not something she does on purpose, but it’s damn right irresistible. Azira comes to a stop outside of my office door, glancing back at me. I love the way her full lips purse together softly as she tangles her fingers together, proving that she’s anxious-that I make her anxious.
Slowly, I move close to her so that my arm is brushing against hers. I watch as her full breasts heave inward with a sharp intake of breath as if my touching her so briefly floods her veins with electricity. Forcing myself to stop staring at her, I pull the key to my door out of my jacket pocket and slide it into the lock. And then I look at her again as I push the door open, waiting for her to step inside first.
I can practically taste her fear as a visible tremor moves through her body as she breaks eye contact and walks into my office. She hugs her arms around herself as if that’s going to protect her and doesn’t look at me.
“Have a seat,” I say, watching her like a hawk.
She glances at the seat opposite my desk before moving toward it and awkwardly dropping into it. I watch her for a moment as she shuffles, trying to get into a comfortable position.
The need to remain as close to her as physically possible drives me to stand between her and the desk, rather than taking a seat behind it. I perch on the edge casually, watching as her honey-brown eyes widen and her lips part temptingly. There’s never been a woman I’ve wanted more than I want Azira Sidorov. My cock is as hard as steel in my pants, pushing against the fabric and trying to break free.
For a moment, I revel in her discomfort as I remain silent and watch her fidget under my gaze.
It turns out she is so uncomfortable that she breaks the silence. “What’s this about, sir?”
I clench my jaw. “I think you know exactly what this is about, Azira.”
Her eyes narrow. “I’m afraid I’m not a mind reader, so you will have to enlighten me.”
Attitude.
So far, Azira has been the perfect submissive. There’s been no sign of bratty behavior from her, but that will be the last attitude she gives me once I’m through with her. I guarantee it. Moving forward fast to catch her off guard, I grab her chin hard enough to hurt. “Don’t play dumb with me, malishka.”
Her eyes dilate with both fear and arousal.
“This is about what happened in the bar one week ago.”
“What about it?” She shakes her head. “You’ve barely looked me in the eye since.”
The grip on her chin tightens as the beast within me is barely contained in his cage, longing to break free and utterly devour the girl in front of me.
Her cheeks turn pale as I move my hand lower, wrapping my fingers around her slender throat and yanking her forward with it until she’s so close I can smell her sweet strawberry scent.
It’s utterly inappropriate of me to touch a student like this, but I’m too far gone. There’s no way I’ll get the monster back in his cage, not when I’m around Azira. She’s too tempting, just like the apple in the garden of eden, drawing me in with the allure of sinful delights.
She’s going to ruin me and I’m going to ruin her, and yet I can’t find it in myself to care. I’m already damned to hell, anyway.