Natalya
We head through the door from the laundry room into the enclosed courtyard where the minibus is waiting. My stomach tumbles like a pile of bricks when I see Alexander leaning against it with his arms crossed over his muscular chest. My heart skips a beat when I see the shirt he’s wearing, barely buttoned up half-way and giving a teasing view of the ink that covers his torso.
His nostrils flare as his eyes meet mine. “Kept me waiting, Gurin,” he says as he pushes off the bus and walks toward me, every step more predatory than the last. I can hardly breathe, struggling to stop thinking about the crazy encounter earlier in the library.
Alexander wraps an arm around me and pulls me against his side. “Never do it again.”
I swallow hard as he drags me away from my friends and onto the bus, pushing me down in a seat next to him.
Azira, Adrianna and Eva walk past us and head nearer the back. I know they’re wondering what the fuck is going on and why I’m letting him push me around. It sucks not being able to explain any of this to them.
Alexander grabs my hand and yanks me onto his knee, sending a shot of liquid fire through my veins. He positions me so I’m facing him, my breasts at his eye level.
“What are-”
He tightens his grip on me, silencing my question. “No questions, bonita. Not tonight. I want you to be a good little pet and do everything you’re told. Do you understand?”
The press of his hard cock is clear between my thighs as he adjusts my position, his hand moving up the front of my dress.
“A beautiful dress. Did you wear it for me?”
I swallow hard, wishing I’d worn a pair of pants and a baggy jumper instead. At least then it would look like I didn’t want his attention, but I chose my sexiest dress because deep down I want to tease him. No matter how shameful that is. “No,” I reply.
A whisper of a smirk twists onto his beautiful lips. “I think you’re lying to me, Gurin.” He squeezes my breasts through the fabric, completely unfazed by the fact this bus has other people on it. “I bet you haven’t been able to stop thinking about the fun we had in the library earlier, have you?” He pulls me closer to him, his lips brushing against mine. “I bet your pretty pussy is still soaking wet, gagging for my cock to fill it.”
I spit in his face, which results in an animal growl from him as he grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head back.
“Don’t make me regret inviting you, Gurin.” He places his other hand between my thighs and feels how damp my panties are. “No matter how much you fight it, your body gives you away every fucking time.” He pushes the fabric aside, my head still forced at an unnatural angle. And then he thrusts his finger inside of me, invading me here in front of our classmates.
No one seems to pay attention, but it doesn’t stop my body from burning up like a pyre that’s been set alight. Alexander is insane for doing this here, in a minibus full of our friends.
“So wet and ready,” he murmurs.
I feel his cock pulsing against my thigh beneath me, making my pussy wetter. “Picture this image for me, my pet. Imagine me freeing my cock right now and your tight little cunt sliding over it right here in the minibus while everyone watches what a dirty little cock slut you are. While everyone watches you impale yourself for the first time on me.”
I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning, as the mental picture he’s painting is so perverse and yet it makes me wetter. His fingers move with expect precision, hitting the spot that builds pressure deep within. I bite my lip so hard I break the skin, tasting the metallic tang of blood on my tongue. It’s all I can do to stop myself from making a noise.
“Such a dirty girl. You’ve just gotten wetter thinking about it.” He pulls his fingers out of me and rubs my clit, making my body jolt forward. “Pity you’ll have to wait until later to get what you want.” He stops touching me then, grabbing my hips and sliding me into my own seat next to him. “Open wide.”
I glare at him, acrid hate traveling up my throat and burning it. “Fuck you.”
He grabs my chin forcefully and pushes his fingers into my mouth. “Clean them, and don’t forget who owns you.”
I reluctantly suck my own arousal off his fingers and then turn away from him, which results in him grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking me around to face him. “Never turn away from me again,” he growls, and then his lips are on mine, kissing me passionately as if I’m his oxygen.
It’s confusing and yet I find myself leaning in to the kiss, drowning in the intimacy of the moment. There’s something very wrong with me, and if he keeps this shit up, I don’t know what I’m going to tell my friends. After God knows how long, he pulls his lips from mine and smirks at me with that wicked smile of his. “We’re here, Gurin. Now behave tonight and be my good little pet.” He stands and yanks me to my feet, placing an arm over my shoulder.
My legs feel shaky as he leads me out of the minibus and into the bar they’ve picked tonight. I clutch onto him like a crutch, despite wanting to get as far away from him as possible. I know there’s no escape and my only choice is to do as he says to keep my family safe.