37

Archer
I can’t help but walk with a spring in my step as I enter the academy the next morning. The frustration that had been plaguing me finally eased.
Adrianna gave in to the inevitable and we fucked like animals all damn night. The first time, afterward she was reluctant to go again, but I soon convinced her and by the time the fourth time came around she was the one begging for more. It was the best sex I’ve ever had, and I’ve had a lot, which isn’t necessarily something to be proud of.
Once she let go of her inhibitions, she was a fucking goddess. It’s hard to get the image of her riding my cock out of my mind.
I open the door to the staff room to find Bly, sitting in his usual chair, looking a little frustrated. “Morning,” I say.
Bly’s brow furrows as he looks up at me, as if in his own word. “Morning,” he grunts, and goes back to staring into space.
“Everything alright?”
“Great.”
I detect a hint of sarcasm in his tone. “What’s up?”
“Nothing. My workload is just getting to me this semester.”
“You have math first period, don’t you?” He’s been grumpier than ever since he volunteered to cover math.
“Yes,” he says simply.
Bly is difficult company on the best of days, but when he’s like this, he’s practically impossible to speak to. So, instead of persisting, I head to the coffee machine and pour myself a cup.
“Coffee?” I ask.
He just shakes his head in response.
Our moods couldn’t be anymore opposite. “You seem chipper this morning. What happened between you and Adrianna?” Bly asks, glancing in my direction.
I clench my jaw. “That’s for me to know and you to wonder.”
Bly shakes his head in frustration and goes back to staring into nothing.
The guy may be my friend, but I can’t deny that sometimes he scares me.
These moods he gets into differ from someone sulking. He’s cloaked in a darkness I could never understand. Oak saved him, much like he saved me from my family, but they won’t ever talk about the details. All I know it involved a double homicide and Bly going to jail for a very long time.
Bly did something he couldn’t have come back from and Oak gave him a way out. “I’m going to head to class,” I say, watching him carefully. “You coming?”
Bly shakes his head. “Go ahead. I’ve still got five minutes.”
I pity any student that gets sent to him today, as he’s truly in a bad mood.
“Okay, see you later.” I walk out with my cup of coffee and head toward the gym.
Adrianna isn’t in any of my classes today, unfortunately. Ever since she left my apartment in the early hours of the morning, insisting she didn’t want to sleep in my bed until we had to get up, all I can think about is her. Hell, I even dreamed about Adrianna.
She’s taken my mind captive and I’m not sure whether I like it. As I walk down the corridor, I’m in my own world. Until I knock right into the girl I was fucking daydreaming about. My hands instinctively land on her hips to steady her.
She looks a little dazed too as she glances up. “Sorry, I-” When she realizes it’s me, her cheeks flush a beautiful crimson color. “Oh.”
“Hey, baby girl,” I murmur, tightening my grasp on her. “How are you feeling this morning?”
Her jaw clenches. “Tired and sore.”
I smirk at that, as it’s not surprising she’s sore. We fucked four times, and she’s never had sex before. I’m surprised she can even walk. “Good.”
“I’m going to be late for class,” she says, trying to wriggle out of my grasp.
“Me too, but I’m not sure I want to let you go.” I glance around, noticing there’s fewer and fewer students by the moment as everyone heads into their classes.
“It doesn’t matter what you want.” Her eyes flash as she manages to slip out of my grasp. “I’m going.” She heads in the opposite direction, but I won’t let her walk away from me like that.
I chase after her and grab the back of her neck, jerking her to a stop and swiftly forcing her to face me. “Listen to me, Adrianna. You may have fucked me last night, but that’s not where this ends. You’ll be in my bed every damn night until you graduate. Do you understand?”
Her nostrils flare. “That’s ridiculous.”
“I have information on you, so it’s my choice if I want to use it to have you in my bed as much as I want.” I lean close to her and drag my lips against her earlobe, making her shudder. “And after the amazing sex we had last night, I want you in my bed as often as possible.”
“I can’t explain that to my friends.”
I move back and look into her beautiful, dark eyes. “Explain what, exactly? You’ll come to my apartment late when your friends are asleep. Simple.”
Her jaw clenches. “I’ve got to get to class. I have torture with Professor Luigi.”
“I didn’t hear you agree to my terms.” I tighten my grasp on the back of her neck, ignoring the slightly odd looks we receive from students passing by. I’ve never been discreet about my relationships with students before, but I guess this is the first resistant one, so I don’t normally have a student by the back of the neck in the corridor.
“What terms?” she says, impatience in her tone.
I sigh heavily. “You’ll come to my apartment once your friends have retired to their rooms. Give me your phone,” I demand.
She passes it to me and I grab it with my free hand, punching in my cell number and ringing it so I have her number.
“There, you have my number and I have yours now. I’ll be in touch if you don’t turn up like a good girl.”
Her nostrils flare and rage ignites in her eyes. “Whatever.”
My grasp tightens on the back of her neck. “I don’t appreciate the attitude, baby girl.”
She licks her bottom lip, drawing my attention to it. And then I kiss her, not even checking if there are students around, as I don’t care. Instead, I thrust my tongue into her mouth and kiss her deeply, taking what I want from her. It’s amusing the way she bends to my will, moaning softly into my mouth the moment my lips are on hers.
After a too short a period, we break apart.
“I’m going to be late for torture,” she says, glancing at her watch with a worried look in her eyes.
“I’d run,” I say, looking at the clock on the wall behind us. “He’s in a foul mood this morning.” I release her neck at that moment.
“Great,” she says, dodging around me and rushing down the corridor.
“I’ll see you later, Adrianna.”
She doesn’t reply or look back as she rushes toward Bly’s classroom.
I ignore that doubt clawing at the back of my mind about continuing this with Adrianna, as it feels different to any other relationship I’ve had with a student or woman in my past.
The all-consuming need to have her close constantly threatens to drown me. I can feel it eating away at me. Today is going to be a long and torturous day, but I can’t wait until Adrianna is in my bed tonight, sitting on my cock where she belongs.