Nash looked between the two us before huffing out a breath and rolling his eyes. “I’m still your fucking teacher. Don’t make comments like that about me again.”
I chuckled darkly as he stalked away to find a drink and watched Tatum closely as she fought against a pout.
“You know, I’m sure I could get Blake to come play with us if you want-”
“I haven’t even ridden your dick yet, Kyan,” she scoffed, her attention fixing on me again as I continued to paint lines up and down her spine with my fingertips. “So stop trying to convince me to take two at once.” A big ass smile filled my lips and she frowned as she took it in. “What?”
“You said yet,” I teased. “Which means you’re fully hoping that I’ll fuck you until you can’t think straight one of these days.”
“No I didn’t,” she snapped. “And I can assure you, I’m not planning on any such thing. I wouldn’t screw you if my life depended on it. You’re a monster through and through-”
“Yeah,” I agreed in a rough voice, my grip on her hips tightening. “But I’m your monster. You said it yourself. And I happen to have no objections to that. So if you want to use me to bring your body to ruin then I’m sure I could be convinced.”
“I thought you didn’t fuck rich girls?” she asked frostily and a chuckle rumbled through my chest as I was certain I detected a hint of bitterness in her tone.
“Naw. Rich girl pussy is too sweet to handle all of me,” I agreed like a cocky asshole and the way her eyes lit at the challenge had my dick straining against my fly. She wanted to prove me wrong and she hated that she wanted it. Our girl might just have been as dirty and depraved as the rest of us and something about the idea of that got me going like nothing else I’d ever known. “But I wouldn’t mind having a taste of all that sweetness,” I added.
“A taste?” she asked with a frown.
I caught her hand in my grasp, placing two of her fingers over my mouth before driving my tongue straight through the centre of them with one firm stroke.
She snatched her hand out of my grip and slapped me hard enough to make my face wheel sideways before wrapping a hand around my throat and snarling as she glared down at me.
“Don’t forget my rules, Kyan,” she hissed, her eyes flaring with rage as she tightened her grip just a little.
A growl which was all sex escaped my lips as I looked up at her and she shifted in my lap, her crotch grinding against mine like she just couldn’t help herself despite her fury. My dick was so hard beneath her that there was no way she was missing it and the way she bit down on her bottom lip as she tightened her grip on my throat made me think she was just as hot for this as I was.
“You wanna punish me, baby?” I breathed, enjoying the pinch of her fingernails as they dug into my neck. “You wanna pin me beneath you and make me face the wrath of my queen?”
“Yes,” she panted, her other hand pressing down on my chest like she wanted to feel my heart pounding beneath her palm and feel the effect she had on me first hand.
“Tell me,” I begged.
“I want you bloody and broken at my feet,” she hissed. “I want you to bend to my will, take the punishment for the things you’ve done to me and beg for me to stop as I tear your heart in two. And then I want to refuse you and laugh while I watch you break over and over again until there’s nothing left.”
That shit is dark. And so fucking hot.
My heart was racing now and I was pretty sure that if she ground up against my dick one more time then I was going to explode right inside my pants. The way she was looking at me was so full of hate, fury and passion that I wanted to drown in it for the rest of time. I wanted to worship her as she destroyed me and call out her name as she cast me to ruin. I deserved all the ire she aimed my way and far more besides. I’d been a bad man held to no standard and punished by no one for a hell of a long time. And if she wanted to take on the job of making me pay for my crimes then so be it. I’d gladly suffer beneath this vengeful goddess.
“That sounds like heaven to me,” I breathed, wrapping my hand over hers where she gripped my throat and encouraging her to squeeze even harder until her nails cut into my flesh and I struggled to draw breath.
For a moment her eyes lit with a brighter fire, her hips shifting against me in a way that made me ache. But then she frowned, snatching her hand away and making me drop mine.
“There’s no point in me hurting you if you’re enjoying it,” she snarled.
I sat forward, my lips almost touching hers as her breath caught in her throat. “There is if you’re enjoying it too.”
We looked into each other’s eyes for a long moment, so close to kissing that only a breath separated our lips and I was more tempted to close that distance between us than I’d been with any girl I’d ever known.
“What happened to you?” she whispered. “What happened to make you this way?”
I drew back like she’d slapped me again, memories pouring in unbidden
