“Bend over this fucking desk, Ms. Davenport,” I order, my voice already husky with need to be inside her. Like the good girl she is, Arabella obeys, leaning her slender frame over the edge of my desk. Her skirt hikes up, just far enough to gift me a view of the bottom curve of the cheeks of her ass. “Where are your panties, deviant?”
“Oops, I think I lost them, Mr. Donati,” she coos in a voice that ignites my blood, causing it to turn to lava in my veins. I shift the hem of her skirt, shoving it over her hips to find her bare.
My hand comes down on her ass, harshly, echoing through the room until I bring it down again on the other cheek. Squeals of pleasure tumble from her lips, and I continue my assault of her pert little butt.
“Elian, please,” she whimpers as I turn her ass cheeks bright red. My handprint is etched into her flesh, and I can’t help but smile.
“When you scream, it will be with me inside you,” I tell her before unzipping my slacks, fisting my cock, and lining it up with her entrance. I don’t have to wait because she’s drenched. My cock sinks into her in one long thrust, which has my eyes rolling back in my head. The pleasure that zips through every inch of me causes a growl to fall from my lips. I reach for her neck, holding her against me, feeling every part of her tremble at the nearness.
“Oh god, you’re so deep,” Arabella moans when I slide into her, taking her harshly, claiming my little deviant once more. With every thrust, I confirm wordlessly she is mine. She disappeared from my life for a short moment, but she will never leave my life again.
“You. Are. Mine.” Every word is enunciated by the thrust of my hips before I bite down on her earlobe, tugging the soft flesh, causing her cunt to tighten around my shaft, and I drown in her sweetness. We’re so close she’s molded to me, and with every pulse, I feel the emotion taking hold of me. My chest bursts, the black heart I long since hid away fills with her light. I tried to fight it, but I fell for her.
“I’ve always been yours,” she hisses as I tug her hair, my free hand gripping her throat and squeezing, which only makes the slick warmth of her body pulse around my shaft as if she’s milking my fucking soul from my body.
“Happy Graduation, little deviant,” I murmur as I fuck her harder, faster, until we’re both shattering, splintering as she calls out my name for the whole fucking school to hear, and I grunt my release inside her.
Arabella
TWO MONTHS LATER
Nothing in this world could’ve prepared me for the journey that Black Mountain brought me. It wasn’t just eye-opening. I grew up, became a woman. I’m no longer fearful of the future—I’m looking forward to it. And as I say goodbye, I wonder what would’ve happened to me if I never came here.
The man beside me wouldn’t be in my life, and he wouldn’t be holding my hand. The shiny promise ring on my left ring finger wouldn’t be glittering for the world to see. And I would never have thought I would be okay with a man who killed my mother. But when I thought about his admission, when he explained how she so easily bartered me as if I were a possession, I knew my instinct was right—she never loved me.
“Are you ready?” Elian asks from beside me.
Nodding, the excitement has now taken over, and I’m ready to leave. When I glance over my shoulder, I wave at Aunt Midge who’s grinning from ear to ear. Apparently, she spoke some sense into Elian, and that’s how he ended up coming to prom. I’m thankful for her. Even though we haven’t heard from my dad again, I know if he were to ever come near us, he wouldn’t live to tell the tale. Either that, or he’d be in prison.
Two wrongs don’t make a right. Even though he knew where Dad was, he chose me instead of the revenge he’d been seeking since his father died. I’ve found someone special, and I’m lucky.
Elian’s hand lands on my thigh, and he gives it a squeeze as we head out onto the highway which will take us to the airport. Behind us, Black Mountain shrinks the farther away we get from it, and I wonder momentarily if we’ll ever see it again. Since Ahren has left to move to Arizona, and my aunt is thinking of moving to New York, there’s not much for the small town to come back to.
“I love you, little deviant,” Elian tells me, the confidence in his voice sending my stomach into whirls of excitement.
“And I love you, Mr. Donati,” I murmur in return, earning my leg another squeeze. Time to make new memories and break so many more rules than we’ve already done.
THE END
Acknowledgments
I cannot believe this book is done. It’s been one heck of a rollercoaster! Thank you to the amazing Alta Hensley for telling me about this super fun project, and a HUGE thank you to Jenika Snow for inviting me to be a part of the Black Mountain Academy!
Thank you to four special ladies, to the awesome Candice Royer for helping me with ALL the freaking edits. This was most definitely a tough one. To Allyson and Nikki for their BETA reading skills, as well as Ally for falling in love with Mr. Donati. And also a MASSIVE thank you to Marjorie for stepping in to proofread at the last minute. I know I may have melted your Kindle,
