61

Azira
The rest of the students filter out of the room and I watch them, keeping my attention anywhere but on Blaine. Eva slips out of the room and shuts the door behind her and the tension increases, swirling around me like a thick cloud of smoke.
I keep my eyes anywhere but on Blaine, even as I feel his attention on me, burning a hole through me.
“What do you have to say for yourself, Miss Sidorov?”
I clench my jaw. “Nothing, sir.” I rake my fingers through my hair. “I’m not entirely sure why I’m being punished when Natalya was as late as me and talking as well.”
He stands suddenly and walks over to my table slowly, a predatory look on his face. “Because after two weeks apart, I am ready to devour you whole, malishka.”
I straighten. “Perhaps I don’t want to be devoured.”
He shakes his head and continues to advance toward my desk. “I don’t believe that for a second.”
“Well, you should.” I raise my chin and look him in the eye. “I’ve got no time for someone who can’t be bothered to contact me for two weeks.”
His nostrils flare as he comes to a stop. “I made it very clear before the break that I wouldn’t be in touch.” He moves closer and then sets his hands flat on my desk and leers over me. “I made it very clear what this was before we fucked. Don’t you remember?”
His words sting even though he’s right. It’s my fault for getting attached and expecting more than he ever offered. I look down at the desk. “Yes, but it doesn’t mean you can’t text me or something.”
A soft growl makes me shudder as I look back at him. “This is why I don’t do virgins. You look at me like you are hooked on me, and this is what I feared.” His eyes search mine. “And yet I couldn’t stay away during Spring break, even if you think I did.”
My brow furrows as I try not to let his words wound me too deeply. “What do you mean?”
“I broke my own rules and went to Chicago during the break.”
Anger floods my veins, hearing that he was in Chicago but didn’t come to see me. “And you didn’t bother to visit?”
“How would that look, Azira?” He raises a brow. “Your professor turning up at your family’s home.” He shakes his head. “Instead, I watched you from afar.”
“You stalked me?” I ask, goosebumps forming over every inch of my skin.
“Call it what you want.” He spins around and pins me with his gaze. “I needed to see what you were doing and make sure you weren’t with any other men.”
I gape at him for a moment, wondering if I heard him right. “Are you serious?”
“Deadly.”
I stand. “You are more insane than I believed.” I move around my desk to leave, but he grabs my wrist and yanks me forcefully to a stop.
“Where the fuck do you think you are going, Miss Sidorov?”
“I’m leaving.” I tilt my chin up and look him in the eye, trying not to cower in front of this beast. A beast who is clearly unhinged for stalking me instead of contacting me.
“There’s no chance in hell I’m letting you leave this classroom until I get what I want.”
I bite the inside of my cheek. “And what is it you want, sir?” I hate myself for the butterflies beating to life in my stomach and the way my thighs clench at the dark, lustful look in his eyes.
“You,” he growls, yanking me against him and kissing me. “I’m going to fuck you right now for the first time in two weeks and you are going to be a good girl and do as you are told.”
Rage slams into me as I search his eyes. “Are you fucking insane?”
His jaw tightens as he glares at me angrily. “Careful, Miss Sidorov.”
“No, I’m not going to just roll over and take it. You didn’t contact me, so don’t expect me to just open my legs for you.” I hold my head high, even though deep down I want to do exactly as he says. I want to kiss him, touch him, hold him. “Not to mention it’s perilous now that my brother is a professor here.”
He growls softly. “I don’t give a shit that your brother is here and I don’t give a shit that you are butt hurt because I didn’t text or call you.” His grip tightens on my hips so much that I’m sure he’s going to leave bruises.
“Luca would kill you if he found out.”
The smirk that twists onto Blaine’s lips makes my stomach churn. “I’d like to see him try. Many have tried over the years and all have failed.”
I shake my head. “You don’t know my brother.”
“I know him well enough. You forget he attended this school just like you and he’s no different from all the other hotheaded mob heirs that attend this shithole.” His eyes narrow, a darkness flaring to life within them. “If he tried to kill me, he wouldn’t survive.”
I try to take a step back, but he won’t release his grasp on me. “Are you saying you would murder my brother?”
He narrows his eyes. “I’d kill him in self-defense, yes. If it was me or him, I wouldn’t hesitate.”
“Let go of me,” I say, hating the emotion I can detect in my voice.
He shakes his head. “No chance.” I feel his hand slide under my skirt as he tears apart my panties. “I’m fucking you whether you like it or not.” His fingers slam inside of me and I groan, hating how turned on I am right now. And then I hear the zip of his pants as he pulls my skirt up around my hips.
I freeze, wondering if he’d really just fuck me after I told him no, especially in his classroom where anyone could walk in. “Sir, I said no.”
“Now I’ve caught you, I’m not letting you go,” he murmurs, spinning me around and pinning me against the wall.
I swallow hard at the delight in his eyes as he lifts me onto his desk and positions the tip of his cock at my entrance. I’m soaking wet, even though I told him to stop. “What about consent?”
“Do you really believe a monster gives a damn about consent, Azira? Are you that naive?” He glances down at his cock pressing against my pussy. One thrust and he’d be buried deep inside of me. “Your cunt is so fucking wet. I don’t believe you when you say you don’t want this, anyway. I take that as enough consent.” With that, he thrust forward and fills me to the hilt.
I gasp, the stinging pain of being suddenly stretched makes me shudder.
He grazes his teeth down the edge of my throat. “You are mine,” he mutters against my skin. “And no matter what you say to me, I know you want this just as badly as I do.”
It’s true, but I hate how he’s doing this. Taking what he wants without listening to me, and yet it makes me drip with need. As if I enjoy being taken against my will, which suggests there really is no end to my sick and twisted desires. “You are an asshole,” I mutter, glaring at him as he pulls back to look into my eyes. “I told you no and yet you still carry on.”
A sadistic smirk twists onto his lips. “Because I know you don’t mean it, malishka. Your pussy is gushing and your eyes are dilated with desire.” He bites my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood and then swipes his tongue over it, his cock still deep inside of me. “I think you quite enjoy pretending you don’t want it while I fuck you, anyway.”
I hate how right he is as I hold on to his shoulder, digging my fingers into it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He wraps his fingers around my throat and squeezes hard. “Stop playing dumb with me, Azira.” His hips move in an excruciatingly slow rhythm, drawing me toward the edge, only to back off each time.
I bite my bloodied lip. “Stop playing with me,” I mutter through clenched teeth.
He smirks. “How am I playing with you?”
Despite knowing my begging him to fuck me harder will just reveal to him I want this, I can’t hold back any longer. “Fuck me like you mean it,” I hiss.
He chuckles. “Good girl,” he purrs. Hearing him call me that makes my nipples harder and my pussy wetter, which I didn’t believe possible. “Now tell me how badly you want my cock and tell me how you want it,” he demands, still messing with me.
I release a frustrated grunt. “I want your cock so bad, sir. I want you to fuck me hard and rough and make it hurt.”
His eyes light up with such fiery desire I fear I’ll get burned. “You’re such a good girl for admitting how much you want my cock, malishka.” His fingertips dig into my hips harder and he increases the tempo, leaning forward and sinking his teeth hard into my shoulder. “So good that I’m going to give you exactly what you want.” And then he fucks me so hard it’s like he’s trying to break me in two and I love every second. “I’ve missed this,” he murmurs, his voice husky. “I’ve missed you.”
I hate what those words do to me. They make my stomach flutter with a million butterflies and I know no matter how much I try to deny it, I’m falling hard and fast for this monster. A monster that doesn’t have a heart to give me, which means I’m inevitably going to end up heartbroken in the process.
And yet all I can do is drown in him, letting him do what he wants to me. Because walking away right now would tear me apart. It’s better to delay the inevitable, no matter how much it may hurt in the end.