He continues teasing me even though I haven’t answered him. He inserts another finger into my heat, teasing me open. My hips buck of their own volition, and I’m lost to the world of pleasure as Elian takes me right to the edge.
My eyes flutter, my head drops back, and soon I’m lost to the euphoria trickling through me. A wave crests and then suddenly his hand is gone. His fingers are no longer inside me, and I’m shaking.
Snapping my gaze to his, I’m off his lap, practically stumbling backward as I glare at him. “What was that?” I croak, my throat thick with emotion as I almost feel like crying. For a moment, I think he’s going to admit something to me, something I don’t want to hear, but then he shakes his head and rises to his full height.
“I want you needy,” he tells me. “I’m not a man who takes pleasure carelessly. The anticipation is what begs to be drawn out. The longer, the better.”
Shaking my head, I huff. “That makes no sense. What’s the point in prolonging the pain and living with it instead of just getting lost in the pleasure?” I may sound like a petulant child, but this is the third time he’s left me hanging.
“Edging is part of the deal,” he tells me nonchalantly. “You’re welcome to walk away.” His expression tells me he’s not lying. He wouldn’t care if I turned around and left him here. He wouldn’t blink if I were to refuse him because he can get any woman he wants. And this may be stupid, but I’m the one who wants him.
“I never said I’m walking away. This is ridiculous though,” I confess. “Can’t I … I mean, I could touch myself.” Even in my defiant words, there’s a hint of uncertainty. Elian slowly lifts his hand, bringing his two fingers, the two that were inside me, and presses them to his tongue. A groan of pleasure rumbles in his chest. The sound is low and deep in his throat. And I watch as he sucks the wetness from both digits.
“If you even attempt to touch that gorgeously tight cunt and make those sweet juices flow, I’m going to make that ache that’s swirling low in your belly so much worse.” The threat hangs in the darkness, and this time, I do step up to him. I’ve waited, I’ve prayed and prayed, and now that I’m here, I can finally do something I’ve craved to do.
I lean up on my tiptoes and slowly press a kiss to the stubble on his angular jaw. The face that looks like it’s been chiseled from the finest marble. Another feral sound comes from him, and the moment my tongue snakes out and teases the corner of his mouth, I get what I want.
His hands grip me harshly, his fingers dig into my upper arms, and he spins me around, slamming me against the smooth, cool rock where we’d been sitting. Shivers wrack my body, and he leans in close, his mouth inches from mine. I’ve been in control for the past few seconds, but it’s not because I wanted to be. I was poking the proverbial sleeping bear. And he’s woken up, baring his teeth.
“Don’t think you can take me on,” he whispers in my ear. “Because I’m not playing your game. We’re playing mine.” The heat of him cocoons me, but it’s the hardness of his erection that turns me into a raging inferno. My cheeks burn with heat, and my body responds in a way I’d never felt before. Tilting my head, I meet those eyes that are no longer ice cold, but instead, they’re a pure flame. “Feel that?” His hips roll, and I can’t stop the nod because of course I can fucking feel it. The monster that will most probably break me open, split me in two, is currently nudged between us. “That’s what you do to me, every fucking minute of the day.”
In his eyes, I see why he’s taunting me. It’s to show me just how he feels when I’m near him in class, when he can’t touch me. When we can’t acknowledge each other outside of the protocol of teacher and student.
“Now, the next time, you think about touching yourself, remember this—” Elian thrusts against me “—is what I’m getting you ready for, and it will be when I think you’re ready and not a moment sooner.”
When he finally steps back, I’m left shivering and breathing hard. My panties were wet before, but now they’re drenched. As much as I should run away from him—because I’m not sure I can take more teasing—I can’t leave because I want him more than anything.
23
Elian
I took her home and did nothing more. I didn’t kiss her goodnight, I didn’t even touch her hand, but it feels as if she’s been branded into me. She doesn’t realize I know the darkest secret of all. I click open the email once more and stare at the screen. All the information I thought was true most definitely is. But she’s nothing like I expected.
Arabella is turning me inside out. Even with the flavor of her silky skin on my tongue, I know this isn’t going to be easy. The deal I made was concrete. I was convinced it would be smooth sailing, but this girl has made it clear she’s not a pushover. And if I had to admit it, I’m enjoying our push and pull.
I’m losing my icy touch. My father would be so disappointed if he were still here. He taught me how to sniff out a rat, but this time, she blindsided me. The problem is, even though I’m dying to end this path in blood, just like the way it
