Adrianna
The bus stops in a clearing at the center of the woods where we’re going hunting. It’s the first time we’ve been on an excursion like this, and I’m a little surprised that they think it’s a good idea. Getting together a bunch of mafia heirs and arming them seems like a recipe for disaster.
Unfortunately, Coach is the one leading this trip, and he won’t stop looking at me in a way that sends a shiver down my spine.
He stands, eyes lingering on me as he clears his throat.
“The rules are simple. I’m going to pair each of you off and you will walk the woods together.” His eyes narrow. “No one will split up under any circumstances. You will return here in three hours with whatever kills you make. And under no circumstances do you shoot your classmates.”
“No fun,” Nik says.
Coach glares at him, shaking his head. “If you’ve got a problem with the rules, Kushev, I’ll send you back to the academy on your own.”
Nik falls silent.
“Here are the pairs,” he says, and I hold my breath, knowing that we’ve got an odd number on the trip, and hoping he doesn’t pair me with him.
“Azira and Rizzo, Eva and Nik.” He continues on and Nat groans when he pairs her with Alexander, which is terrible luck.
“Great,” she murmurs.
I glance at her. “Maybe you should ask to swap? I don’t think you should be alone in the woods with him when he’s armed. The guy is crazy.”
Nat shakes her head. “I can handle myself.”
I know she can handle herself, but he’s stabbed her before. The boy has spent years trying to torment her. It just seems dangerous.
Coach continues calling names until there’s only three of us left. “Rosa and Jax.”
He smirks at me. “And that just leaves me and Adrianna.”
I frown at him. “Can’t I go with Rosa and Jax?”
He shakes his head. “It’s pairs only. Now, everyone get off of the bus and into your pairs. And grab a rifle on your way.”
As everyone gets off the bus, I want to go back to the academy. Three hours alone in the woods with this man will be pure torture. “I think you should swap me with Alexander, as he might kill Nat in the woods.”
He shakes his head. “Nice try, Vasquez, but you are with me whether or not you like it.”
I grunt in frustration and shoulder my rifle. “Whatever. Let’s get this over with.” The rest of the students are already heading into the woods, so I march after them, knowing he’ll follow.
I can hear his boots crunching on the frosty ground behind me as I try to keep close to the other pairs, knowing that if he gets me alone, he’ll try something. And the shameful thing is I’m not sure I can resist his advances, not considering how good he makes me feel when he touches me.
I hate how much I enjoy it.
“Adrianna, wait,” he calls.
I come to a stop and glare at him over my shoulder. “What? Can’t you keep up?”
“Don’t be an idiot.” He nods to the ground. “We’re on the wrong trail. There are fresh tracks leading that way.”
I hate that he’s right, but the tracks are clear and definitely fresh. They are leading away from everyone else. “Great,” I murmur.
“What was that?” he asks.
“Okay, you lead the way.”
He nods and walks in front of me, following the tracks. My heart pounds erratically in my chest the moment we’re entirely alone. The drone of other students chatting is no longer audible, but to my surprise, Coach just follows the tracks without a single glance back at me.
He wouldn’t even know if I slipped off in the opposite direction. It’s like a light bulb goes off in my mind at that moment. Turning around, I head back the way we came.
“Where the fuck do you think you are going, baby girl?”
I freeze, wondering how he knew I turned around. “Away from you,” I reply.
Suddenly, his hard, warm body presses against my back while his hands slide onto my hips. “First rule of hunting, never split up from your partner,” he murmurs into my ear, warm breath teasing my earlobe. “Do you want to learn the second rule?”
I swallow hard. “Not really.”
“A partner who breaks the first rule needs punishing.” His hand teases over my backside, making me thankful I’m wearing pants. “You have such a beautiful ass.” I swallow hard, hating the way I dampen between my thighs the moment his hands are on me.
“Let go of me, Coach.”
He nips my earlobe. “No chance. I have you all alone in the woods. I intend to make the most of it.”
“Fuck you,” I say, knowing that I have no power here. I can’t resist, because my body just reacts to him on a primal level.
He chuckles, a deep and unfriendly sound. “I’m going to fuck your pretty little mouth right here in the woods, and I want you to swallow every single drop of my seed. Do you understand?”
My knees shake at the prospect of being forced to my knees for him in the woods like a fucking whore. “No.”
He spins me around and places his hand around my throat, squeezing. “What do you mean, no?”
I grind my teeth together as I know that my resistance is futile in the end. “I mean, no.”
He pushes me to the floor with his hand still wrapped around my throat, blocking my airways. “You will do as you are told, baby girl.”
I glare at him, hatred and lust merging in a confusing, tangled web, as he unzips his pants and frees his hard cock. The tip coated in pre-cum. It’s sickening that the sight of him like this opens a deep gaping hole inside of me that longs to be filled by him. And before he even orders me to, I open my jaw and slide his cock into my mouth, groaning as the masculine taste of him overwhelms my senses.
“Good girl,” he praises, looking down at me with a passionate light in his eyes.