Blaine
“Did you want me to look you in the eye?” I ask.
The flush in her cheeks returns. “Maybe.”
I tighten my fingers around my throat, imagining the way she’d look with my leather collar around her neck. The collar I own with “Property of Blaine Luigi” etched into it. I would love to see her crawling around on all fours like an animal, wearing it and a leash for me, while I whip her beautiful skin until it’s red with my marks. Hell, until she’s bleeding for me and begging me to fuck her.
The depraved images in my mind make me harder than stone. As I return my attention to the innocent virgin in front of me, it’s impossible to ignore how wrong it is. Azira can’t know what sick fantasy I have playing in my mind. A fantasy I want to make a reality. She’s an untouched student who hasn’t even had normal, boring vanilla sex.
Normally, that idea would be enough to turn me off, but it only makes me long for her more, forcing me to tighten my grip and pull her flush against me until her firm breasts are pressed into my chest. “I can’t hold back anymore,” I murmur, almost to myself.
There’s a flash of red-hot desire in her eyes. “Then don’t.” She holds my gaze with such determination, but she doesn’t knowwhatshe’s asking for.
“You don’t know the monster that you’re tempting to come out and play.”
She licks her bottom lip, drawing my eyes to them. “Maybe I’ve never been scared of monsters.” Her nostrils flare. “Maybe I’ve always been drawn to them.”
That’s all it takes to snap the thread like control I have on my urges. As if she’s worn down an old rope that was stopping me from falling over a sharp rock face and it’s finally given way. Spiraling me into uncontrollable territory as the monster breaks free.
I yank her violently toward me and press my lips to hers, thrusting my tongue with force through her lips before she can even stop me. The need to consume drives me crazy, as I’ve wanted to do this again ever since our first kiss one week ago in the back alleyway of the bar.
Hell, I think deep down I’ve wanted to kiss her for longer than that, even if it’s a sick thing to admit. She wasn’t eighteen years old when she showed me how much of a masochist she was. Now that she’s legal, I’m not holding back any longer.
My tongue swipes every inch of her mouth, searching desperately.
Azira moans and I feel it right through to my bones. I flex my fingers harder around her throat, enough to cut off her oxygen to see how she reacts to being choked. Her body tenses against mine initially, but then she relaxes and moans again. A sound so fucking hot it makes me want to fuck her right here and now, but I have to take my time.
As I pull away from her, I bite her lip hard, which makes her yelp. I let go of her throat and move my fingers to the buttons on her blouse, unfastening them quickly and sinking my teeth into her collarbone.
The pain entices a groan as she grabs the edge of my suit jacket to stabilize herself as her legs shake beneath her. “Sir,” she breathes, trying to pull away from me.
I don’t relent, firmly holding her in place as my lips move lower toward her breasts, which are framed in a white bra that complements her skin tone perfectly. My lips skate over her exposed cleavage with soft, almost kisses. And then I sink my teeth into the soft and tender skin.
Azira yelps in surprise, trying to pull away from me.
“No fighting, malishka.” I dig my fingertips into her hips. “I know you love the pain as much as the pleasure.”
Her lips part as if she’s about to speak, but she closes them again. “It’s true,” she says, shaking her head. “But when are you going to stop messing around and fuck me?”
The brazen question startles me as I release her hips, searching her eyes. “That would be a bad idea, Azira.” I can hardly believe that’s what she really wants. Her sadistic professor to take her virginity.
“Why?” she asks, her tone wounded as she takes a step back from me. “And don’t tell me it’s because I’m an innocent virgin who can’t handle you.” Her lips purse together. “It’s clear that considering how much I love pain, I’m not as innocent as you think.”
I strike forward and bite her bottom lip hard, drawing blood and licking it from her skin. “Because I crave things most sane people would never understand. Things that most sane people would have me committed for.” I want to taste her blood and paint her skin with it. Create a masterpiece of pain and suffering over the most beautiful living canvas I’ve ever met. “My obsession with inflicting pain runs deep and is far more perverse than you can imagine in your wildest dreams or darkest nightmares.”
Fear dilates her irises, but she doesn’t break my gaze. “Show me and we’ll find out if I can handle it or not.”
I clench my jaw. “It’s not only that. You are a virgin and virgins are notorious for becoming attached to the first man they fuck.” I narrow my eyes. “Sex is merely a transaction for me. The golden rule is I never form attachments.”
Azira tries to hide her disappointment and fails spectacularly as she says, “I don’t care.”
There’s no doubt it’s a lie and it should be my cue to break this off. “Virgins are too clingy. It’s just a fact.” I turn away from her, knowing that taking Azira’s virginity would be a huge mistake. It would open a can of worms.
“What are you saying?” She asks, her voice laced with what I can only describe as pain-emotional pain. The kind I intended to avoid by making sure I didn’t take her virginity, and yet somehow she’s already hooked on me.
I don’t look at her. “I’m saying that taking this any further would be a mistake.” Saying the words goes against my primal instincts to ravage the beautiful young girl behind me, but I know it’s for the best.
Azira grabs my shoulder and squeezes. “Sir.”
I turn around to face her.
She allows her hand to move to my chest and then lower to my abs, holding my gaze with determination blazing into those honey-brown eyes of hers. It’s clear she will not walk away that easily. “Please.” Her hand dips lower as she grabs the end of my belt and unbuckles it, never once taking her eyes from mine.
“Please, what?”
“Please fuck me, sir,” she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper.
I let her unzip my pants and then I feel her small hand slide into them, cupping the rock-hard length of my cock through my briefs. Her eyes widen as she slides her hand up and down the length. She squeezes, and that’s when I snap, yanking her hand out of my pants and forcing it above her head.
“Let us get one thing straight before we go any further, Azira.” I grab her other wrist and join it with the other, holding them above her head by her wrist. My lips are a mere inch from hers as I loom over her. “I’m in control for every single second we’re together. If you don’t like it, then find someone else to fuck you.” The idea makes my stomach churn as I hold her gaze. “You do nothing without my permission, do you understand?”
Azira nods. “Yes, sir.”
I groan and then pull her body against mine, running a hand down her perfect figure. “You’re about to find out what true hell feels like.”
Despite her palpable fear, she says, “I can’t wait.”
I shake my head, knowing she does not know what she’s talking about. The sadistic side of me knows no bounds and I fear this girl is going to destroy what little control I have over it. I can feel that darkness pulling at my insides, longing to break free the more I’m around this tempting woman.
Azira Sidorov is going to destroy everything I’ve worked so hard to control, and yet I can’t help but fall into the trap. I know it’s a mistake, but I’m making it anyway, because I’m not a good man. And men like me take what they want, consequences be damned.