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He gives me a few seconds to answer as if he were seriously considering the possibility and not just making fun of me, but then, as expected, he bursts into scornful laughter. His hand pounds me harder, and all I can do is whimper and grab tighter to the shelves behind me. Evil pleasure pools in my core. Sweet Jesus, please don’t let me come for him like an idiot.
But while Jesus might listen to my prayers, my body won’t. I push my hips forward, spreading my legs to give him better access.
“Ah, look at you offering me your cunt.”
He pulls his fingers out, and my knees buckle. I whimper in frustration at the loss, and it’s all I can do not to reach out and grab his jacket. My fingers curl painfully into the shelves behind me, but it doesn’t fool Micah. He takes a step back and looks at me like I’m his handiwork. His masterpiece.
And I look at him like he’s the young devil who has my soul in his hand.
“What will you do for me to finish you off?” he taunts in that irresistible voice. “Will you let me film you?” He tucks the knife into the back of his pants, the leather jacket opening to reveal that broad, iron chest.
My pussy drips for him. That’s why he casually takes his phone out again and turns on the camera. He starts filming, not taking those ravenous, unblinking eyes off me.
“Spread your pussy with your fingers and show it to the camera,” he commands, his voice gruff, filled with barely contained need. His pierced cock is jutting out of his fly, hard and veined and ready to impale me. “I promise I’ll only use the video for my own pleasure.”
“How do I know you’re not going to spread it around, like Dean once did with videos of Justine?”
The muscle in his jaw tics, malice flashing in his eyes. Usually, that look on his face scares me to death, but right now I just want it to fuck me.
“The promise of a Heathen King is sacred, you know that.” The finality in his voice is almost clerical. The statement is also true. Everybody knows the promise of a Heathen King isn’t easily given. In some circles, their word weighs as heavy as the Constitution.
So I give him what he wants, because the craving he slammed into my core isn’t going anywhere. He made matters worse by fingering me, and I don’t think anything I can do to myself without him present can truly satisfy me at this point. So I push my hips forward, my knees apart, so he can get a good view of my soaked pussy as my fingers slide through the lips and part them for him.
Something nefarious crosses his gaze as it travels down from my naked, cum-smeared tits to my offering of wet horniness. My suit jacket is still on, my top bunched over my tits and my skirt over my hips, my hair a mess. I must be straight out of a professor-student porn show right now, and I should be turning crimson with shame for it.
Instead, I find myself giving in to the fantasy.
“I want your dick to fuck me perversely,” I say in a husky voice as I glance down at his erect cock. “And you look ready to stick it in. So what’s holding you back?”
His jaw ripples, his eyes licking up and down my body with intense focus.
“You know you want it,” I press huskily as I let my fingers ride through my slickness. I dip them inside, just a little, just to watch those lips tighten. My butterflies surge knowing I’m making it damn hard for him to resist ramming that vicious-looking dick inside me.
But just as I expect him to throw the phone away and come pin me against the bookcase, his lips pull into a smirk. Those bad boy dimples appear as if he’s laughing at me for being a writhing, horny mess, and I spill all over my fingers without warning. My flesh trembles, my knees buckle, and my eyes roll back as I come apart for this bad boy, panting and grabbing on to the shelves behind me with one hand while using the other on myself. Through the blurry shield of my lashes I see him wrap his fist around his cock. I’m pretty sure the glistening on the crest is pre-cum because he smeared all the jizz from before on my tits and mouth. He was dry when he pulled away.
Not anymore.
He films every last convulsion and residual tremor of my climax, and when I finally come down, wondering when the hell I got out of my high heels, he stops the video. I’m still panting, my legs shaking as he puts the phone away, taking his time. He just stands there, staring at me like he either wants to impale me on that dick or to rip me apart. Probably both.
“Till next time, Professor,” he purrs as he tucks himself in, buckling his belt loosely over his still-erect cock. It’s so big that the crest with the metal piercing is jutting out of the Calvin Klein waistband of his boxer shorts that peeks out over his belt.
“Next time?” I mutter. “Why next time? You got what you wanted from me. You punished me.”
He bursts into laughter. It’s a sick sound, as if I just cracked some gruesome joke that he’s deranged enough to enjoy.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he says, splaying a large hand over his muscular chest. Thick brass rings adorn each one of his fingers, rings that I know turn into weapons when he rams that fist into bad men’s faces. I also know that he’s a bad man, too.
“I’m sorry if I led you to believe your demise would be short,” he continues. “I can’t imagine what I did to give you that impression. I made it perfectly clear from the start that I was going to fuck you up for being a whore and trying to replace my mother in sweet daddy’s life.” The mockery in his tone is dripping poison. He grabs his cock over his pants, his fist with those rings like a deadly hammer around a vicious piece of manliness. “Soon, this is going to be the instrument of your torture.”
Breathing is still difficult after my shattering orgasm, and his words knock the remaining air from my lungs. He eats up the distance between us, grabbing my chin with his fingers. Lust and anger wrestle in his expression as he looks me straight in the eye.
“Just to be clear,” he says, his tone a warning, his eyes unblinking. “If I catch you with Romano again, the entire campus will know the two of us are fucking. I won’t be showing them this video. But they’ll know.”
“And if you don’t catch me with him again?”
Micah’s abyssal eyes swirl with potential for evil, reminding me that violence could erupt from him like venom from a snake.
“If you think you can sneak around with him and I won’t find out, you’re both deluded.”
