Alexander
I swallow hard, as it’s difficult to believe that his punishments could get any worse. My first year at SA was challenging, to say the least, and this man punished me so many fucking times. The worse was when he whipped me in the basement until it flayed my skin from my back, because I’d set fire to the science lab.
After that year, I learned that acting out only led to pain and punishment. I learned my lesson and kept out of his bad books, even if now and then I ended up punished by him.
“Hard to believe,” I say.
Luigi tilts his head slightly and then grabs a stool nearby, setting it down next to Azira Sidorov. “It’s your funeral,” he says, sliding his glass over to me.
I swallow hard and pour him a large glass of vodka.
He tips it back in one, and then I notice his eyes dart toward Azira. “Aren’t you drinking, Miss Sidorov?”
Although we’ve been caught red-handed, tension eases as chatter continues amongst the students at the table. And then the server returns with a round of drinks on Byrne. My brow furrows as I scan the bar for our principal, but I can’t see any sign of him.
I lean toward Natalya. “Are you having fun, Gurin?”
“Not particularly. Getting caught sucks all the fun out of it.” Her gaze darts to Azira, who seems to be enthralled in a conversation with the sadist that is Luigi. At least she’s keeping the psycho distracted. “They’re tormenting us by sitting with us.”
I shrug. “Live a little, Gurin.” I slide my hand up her skirt and squeeze her upper thigh. “Maybe if you are a good girl tonight, I’ll reward you.”
She frowns at me and I hate how beautiful she looks. A woman shouldn’t look that fucking gorgeous when she’s frowning, and yet Natalya always looks gorgeous. “I don’t want anything from you,” she says.
Her lips say one thing, but her body language says another. She’s wound up and horny as hell and she wants release from my toying with her on the minibus.
“Suit yourself, bonita.” I lean toward her ear, nipping her earlobe. “Just know that you would have enjoyed every fucking second.”
She shudders, her eyes flickering shut.
Luigi claps his hands suddenly, drawing everyone’s attention to him. “As fun as this has been, I’m not all together comfortable drinking with underage kids in a bar. Now, all of you need to head back to the academy.”
There are a few grumbles that break out across the table, but no one would out right object to his orders.
Coach Daniels stands. “Ah, cool it Bly. Let the kids have some fun.” He winks at Adrianna, who just glares back at him. “Care to dance?” he asks.
She shakes her head. “No thank you.”
Luigi shakes his head. “Arch, you can’t be serious. Where the fuck is Oak?”
Coach just shrugs. “Fuck knows. I don’t care.” His attention move to Adrianna again. “Dance with me, just once.”
She blows out a frustrated breath and then sets her hand in his, allowing him to pull her onto the dancefloor.
“Mu’dak,” Professor Luigi curses in Russian, looking furious as he watches Coach escort a student onto the dancefloor. It’s not like Coach Daniel is renowned for keeping his extra-curricular activities with the students a secret.
Professor Luigi sits back down, tapping his fingers frantically on the table as he glances at each of us, no doubt anticipating punishing us one by one.
I stand, no longer able to put up with the tension he’s creating. “Care to dance?” I ask, holding my hand out to Natalya.
She crosses her arms over her chest. “Not particularly.”
“It wasn’t a question.”
Her brow furrows. “It sure as hell sounded like one.”
“Now, Gurin,” I growl.
She stands and takes my hand, allowing me to lead her onto the dancefloor. “Why are you such an asshole?”
I spank her ass for that, which results in a satisfying yelp. “That’s no way to speak to your master, is it?”
Her jaw clenches and she just glares at me with those dark brown eyes. Eyes that have haunted more and more of my dreams since this final year started. The moment I laid a hand on her sexually, everything changed.
And now there’s no going back from this.