Natalya
“I feel sick,” I say to myself, staring at my reflection in the mirror.
Azira wanted to get ready with me for the winter formal, but I told her I needed time alone. It’s true. I don’t even want to go to this godforsaken dance.
Not to mention, Alexander gave me strict instructions to meet him in the ruins alone an hour before the dance.
My stomach churns like cement in a mixer and I’m glad I ate nothing at dinner. I was too fucking nervous. Alexander is going to take my virginity tonight, and there’s nothing I can do to change it. Not unless I want to put my entire family in harm’s way.
A nagging sensation claws at my chest. It’s been bothering me for a while now. There’s a part of me that wants to lose my virginity to him, even if that is insane to admit. I’ve never felt passion like it when he kisses me or touches me. It’s enough to send my world off kilter, and yet I should feel nothing but blinding hate for the guy.
I glance at my watch, groaning when I see it’s five minutes to seven. It’s at least a five-minute walk to the ruins on the grounds. Alexander’ voice repeats in my mind.
Seven o’clock sharp.
I shudder, wondering what exactly he’ll do if I’m late. Instead of waiting to find out, I grab my clutch bag off my bed and head out into the corridor. Most of the girls will still be getting ready, since the dance starts at eight. The corridors are quiet, except for the chatter coming from behind the bedroom doors.
Alexander has to ruin everything, as the best part of the dance is getting ready with my friends. After all, we’ve been attending the school dances now for three years. Sophomores, juniors, and seniors all attend the winter formal. I rush out of the dormitory wing and then down the steps into the main hall, my heart pounding so hard it feels like I might pass out.
I shake myself out of it and head outside, the cool winter night air hitting me the moment I do. I shiver, realizing I probably should have grabbed my winter coat rather than just a shawl. Pulling it closer around me, I take the pathway that winds down toward the woodlands and the old ruins, where Alexander wants me to meet him.
Once I get closer, I slow down, wondering if he’ll already be there.
“Keep on moving, Gurin,” Alexander says from behind me.
I freeze and turn around to face him. “What are we doing down here?”
He smirks, and it sends dread through my entire body. “Where else am I going to take what belongs to me?”
I shudder, my body heating despite the frosty night air. “Here?” I squeak.
“Of course. We can’t come down here later, because of the party.” He nods ahead. “Keep on moving.”
There’s a lethal edge to his voice and I decide not to push him, turning around and continuing down the path to the old ruins. “Stop,” he barks once we get to the center of the old hall.
I do as he says and remain with my back to him, too scared to turn around. This is actually happening. Alexander Morales is going to take my virginity. The man who has spent years tormenting me and degrading me. A shiver races from the top of my head right down to the base of my spine as I hear him get closer. “Bend over that stone.” His hand lands on the small of my back.
“Alexander-”
“Quiet,” he says, his voice almost soothing.
I shut my eyes, fear and desire warring inside of me. And then I bend over for him, knowing that whatever happens from here on in, I’ve got no control what so ever.
Alexander moves toward me and then I feel his hands on my hips, lifting the fabric of my dress up. The frosty winter’s air stings my skin and I wriggle, trying to get away from him.
He spanks my ass. “Hold still, Gurin.”
I swallow hard and turn limp over the stone, clawing at it. “What are you-” I don’t have a chance to finish my sentence as he tears apart my panties and then I feel his tongue probing at my sensitive arousal. He slides the tip through my lips, making me shudder with need.
I moan, shamefully giving myself over to the elicit sensation of his tongue in such an intimate place. It’s been a month since that evening in the library when he licked my pussy. Since then, he’s only touched me. I swallow hard, wishing I didn’t love the way he’s making me feel.
When I feel his tongue slip higher, probing at my asshole, I panic. My stomach churns at the sudden foreign yet unbelievably arousing sensation. Alexander keeps his hands on my hips, holding me firmly so I can’t escape. His fingers thrust in and out of my dripping wet pussy, driving me higher with each movement and each lick of his tongue against my tight ring of muscles.
I moan louder, knowing that at any moment I’ll be thrust over the edge of a cliff with no way of returning. Alexander is going to make me come. When I think I’m about to shatter, he stops.
I glance over my shoulder at him, my clit throbbing violently at the look in his eyes and the way his full lips glisten with my arousal. “Why did you stop?”
He smirks, raising a brow. “Are you saying you were enjoying yourself?”
I swallow hard, realizing that once I admit to that, I’m basically handing him all the power. “No.”
“Lies,” he hisses, spanking my sensitive ass cheeks.
The heat of the moment has staved off the cold night air as he moves his tongue back to my ass and thrusts it into my hole. “This tight little hole is so pretty. I bet it would feel like heaven fucking it.”
My stomach churns at the thought. I haven’t even had regular sex yet, let alone anal. Alexander is pushing me to my limits, and I fear I might break.
And then he thrusts three fingers into my pussy, drawing that pleasure from me again.
I can’t take my eyes off of him as he devours me from behind. His ice-blue eyes fixed on mine as he does. It’s hot and passionate, even if that passion is born from the flames of hatred. I finally understand what they mean when they say there is a fine line between love and hate. The emotions flooding me right now are so conflicting and I can feel the line between the two blurring.