“Bend over the couch,” he snarled and my mind took two seconds too long to compute those words. He was upon me in an instant, dragging me over to the couch. His hand pressed to my back as he pushed me forward to bend over the back of it and I gasped as he yanked my leggings down to expose my silky pink frenchies. A tremor of alarm rushed through me, but the treacherous kick of excitement chasing it stopped me from fighting back.
His hand remained firm against my back as he smacked my ass with the fullness of his other palm, making a clap ring out through the air. The spike of pain followed a tingling flow of bliss which made me suck on my lower lip as I swallowed the moan in my throat.
Oh holy fuck, why does that feel so good?
His hand collided with my ass again and my hips shifted unbidden. His hand snaked into my hair and yanked tight.
“Hold still,” he warned. “Take your punishment and think about what you did.”
I bit down on the inside of my cheek at those words. God this was hot. Did he even realise it? I didn’t want to feel this way towards this brutish man, but I’d lost all control of myself, practically panting for him.
He’s a vile human being with more poison in his body than blood.
He spanked me hard enough to make me flinch, but it was sweetened by the spreading warmth between my thighs in response. Oh my god.
Saint was so unshakeable, but he adored having this power over people. Over me in particular. Was he getting off on it, or was this just his twisted way of asserting dominance? He never put Blake or Kyan over his knee when they were bad. But then again, I wouldn’t have put it past him either.
When his hand clapped against my ass for a fourth time, I couldn’t hide my reaction. A moan rolled from my lips and my legs spread wider, my ass lifting with an obvious desire for more. God what am I doing?
I felt him fall still, his hand loosening in my hair, but he didn’t pull away.
“Saint,” I said breathily, but he didn’t respond.
He released me suddenly, yanking up my leggings and I swallowed back the ball in my throat as I turned to him, my cheeks flushed and my lips parted.
He stared at me like he’d never seen me before and I took a step forward, unsure what I was seeking, but needing to be close to him. He didn’t move a muscle as I slipped into his personal space, drowning in his dangerous scent.
I was courting the devil, but I didn’t care. I wanted to get past his defences, I ached to see the endless darkness in his eyes split apart and let me in. I wanted this. He wanted this. Did it need to mean anything more than that?
“Do it again,” I whispered, a plea in my voice which didn’t sound like me at all. I wasn’t used to being submissive, but I was starting to get the idea that I might enjoy it if I tried. And with him somehow, it felt right. I didn’t feel like I was giving anything up, just releasing all responsibilities, all of the heaviness weighing on me to him and just being…free.
“You like it,” he stated, no emotion in his voice but there was a hint of surprise in his gaze which said he was caught off guard and didn’t know how to react. But surely he must have had girls bent to his desires like that before? He could have had every girl in this school down on their knees for him or bent over a table while he gave them hell and indulged in his darkest fantasies. So why did he look almost…nervous?
“You want to, don’t you?” I asked, reaching out to rest my hand on his chest and feel his heart pounding wildly beneath it. The confirmation that he was excited made my own heartbeat quicken. I wanted this far more than I should have. I ached to know what it would be like to surrender myself to this man and hand him the power he so desperately craved.
Shit, am I really tempted to relinquish my control to this monster?
“Go,” he snapped. “Shower. Dress. Get to class.” He pointed in the direction of Kyan and Blake’s bathroom and my heart juddered at being dismissed for the second time this morning.
I stepped back, fearing the rage in his eyes and I headed away to do as he said, my ass still stinging from the impact of his hand.
My heart didn’t slow for a long time and I expected to feel shame for offering myself to him when it did. But the shame didn’t come. Maybe some fundamental part of me needed to be freed from the chains that bound me to this world occasionally. Maybe I didn’t have to be embarrassed about that either. It was all so new to me, this craving. And I hated that Saint was the one who awoke it in me.
I’d seen the starving creature in his eyes. I was sure he wanted this. But maybe the lines would become too blurry for him to act on those feelings. He would never break the rules. It was just a shame that I yearned for the touch of that particular monster, because even if I got the chance to get revenge on him for the terrible things he’d done to me, I couldn’t see any way to forgiving him. He would always be my cruellest nightmare, especially because he was now my most twisted desire.
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I sat in my last lesson of the day beside Mila
