It’s been three days since Alexander blackmailed me. In those three days, it feels like the asshole has been avoiding me on purpose, forcing me to look over my shoulder at every turn. I’m waiting for him to strike at any moment, and I don’t like it. Life at the academy has always been this way since he arrived, but it feels worse now I know his intention for me this year.
He has sent me texts tormenting me with stupid comments, but I’ve not acknowledged most of them. A few I sent one-word answers back, but if he thinks he can play me for a fool, he can think again. Yes, he has leverage over me and my family, but he’s been clear on what he wants in return. My innocence. I’ll give it to him to keep my family safe, but I won’t let him treat me like nothing more than a slave who has to do everything he says.
The memory of the way he touched me in that empty classroom sends an involuntary shudder down my spine. After all the things he’s done to me over the years, he craves the ultimate control over me-sexual submission. It’s sick and twisted and exactly the kind of shit I’d expect him to pull.
A sense of unease sweeps over me as I walk down the empty corridor toward my next classroom, as I had first period free. I walk faster as I get the sense someone is following me, making my heart pound at a thousand miles an hour between my rib cage.
“Not so fast, Gurin,” he says, that voice I’d know anywhere. It haunts my nightmares.
I swallow hard as I knew this moment would come sooner or later and stop, turning to face him. “What do you want?” I ask.
A callous smirk spreads onto his too beautiful lips. “You’ve been a very bad girl, Natalya.”
I clench my jaw and pretend I don’t know what he’s talking about. “No idea what you mean.”
He closes the gap between us, towering over me in all his grandeur. “Is that right?” His lip curls up. “Then what the fuck are these?” he holds up his phone, scrolling through his texts and my replies.
I shrug. “I replied, didn’t I?”
“Not to all of them,” he growls, eyes furious. “It’s as if you are goading me to ring up Grigory Lebedev and tell him I know where his family is hiding.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “You told me what you want to keep quiet. You want to take my virginity, and I’ll agree, but other than that, I’m not doing everything you say all year.”
His expression turns deadly as he glares at me and then he moves, wrapping his fingers around my throat tightly and slamming my back into the lockers nearby. “Clearly you misunderstood what I want for my silence.” His nostrils flare as those unique aquamarine eyes search mine. “I told you that you will be my pet for one year. It means what it sounds like. You do as I say without question if you want me to stay quiet.” A cruel smirk plays on his lips. “Even if I tell you to crawl beside me on all fours like a fucking dog, you will not question me. Do you understand?”
The firm press of his hand at my throat incites a terror that makes me feel shame, as if the twelve-year-old girl that fears him is standing here instead of the eighteen-year-old. “Yes,” I rasp, struggling to draw breath into my lungs.
“Good,” he says, releasing his grasp but keeping me cornered against the lockers. “Now, on your knees,” he demands.
My eyes widen. “What?”
“I said, on your knees.” The tone of his voice is lethal.
My heart hammers so hard against my rib cage that I’m not entirely sure it won’t break out of my body at any minute. “What for?”
He grabs hold of my shoulders and forces me down to the floor, glaring at me. “Take my cock out, and I won’t ask again.”
My stomach tumbles like a pile of bricks. “I can’t do that here, what if-”
“Now, Gurin. Or people will see.” He glances at his watch. “We have eight minutes until first period ends.”
I swallow hard and reach for the zipper of his pants, feeling disgusted with myself that my pussy is wet thinking about this son of a bitch’s cock. He may be attractive, but he’s done horrible things to me in the past, and this is no exception. In fact, this is one of the worst things he’s ever done. It’s just that in the past, it always centered on humiliating me or physically hurting me. This sexual edge to his torment is new and confusing.
He’s not wearing any boxers as his hard cock springs free, veiny and large. The first cock I’ve ever seen physically, and it seems huge to me. I don’t know what to do as I stare at the liquid beading on the tip, feeling a hotness sweeping over every inch of my body.
“Put it in your mouth,” he says, glaring down at me with those blue, hateful eyes.
“Please, don’t do this,” I plead with him, panic coiling through me.
If anyone were to see us, I’d die of embarrassment, not least because Alexander is doing this to degrade me. “Open up now,” he growls, lacing his fingers in my hair.
I shudder as I open my jaw and shut my eyes, hating how hopeless I am right now. The more I push him, the more I place my family in danger. I have no choice but to accept my position as his little pet for an entire fucking year. It’s the worst possible fate.
“Eyes open and on me.” His fingers roughly yank my chin upwards. “I want you to look me in the eye while I fuck your throat.”
My eyes flutter open and the look of angry lust in his eyes shocks me to the core. Alexander has always seemed so self-assured and so in control of his emotions, but right now I can read his desire a mile off, which makes no sense.
How can he hate me and want me at the same time?
“Good girl,” he murmurs, before thrusting his hips forward.
I gag instantly, the salty, masculine taste of him overwhelming my senses. My hands instinctively land on his thighs as I attempt to push the huge length of him away, but he holds firm. “Take it and don’t fight,” he breathes, his voice raspy with desire. “It will only be worse for you if you fight.”
I turn limp, obeying him as my throat accepts his assault. Slowly, he pumps his hips in and out, eyes flickering shut as he groans. “Fuck, Gurin,” he murmurs, nostrils flaring as those ice-blue eyes remain on mine. “Your throat is heaven.”