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He chuckles, the sound not friendly at all. “You’re a terrible liar, Camilla.”
“What are you insinuating, sir?” I ask.
It’s as if my question breaks him out of a daze as he shakes his head. Those hazel eyes turning cold and shuttered as he stands up and claps his hands, drawing everyone’s attention to him.
“As fun as this has been, I’m not all together comfortable drinking with underage kids in a bar. Now, all of you need to head back to the academy.”
Everyone grumbles in response to Nitkin cutting our fun short, and I can’t deny that a part of me is disappointed. I wanted to see where exactly he was going to take the conversation.
Does he truly know how aroused I was when he punished me that day?
Coach Daniels stands. “Ah, cool it Gav. Let the kids have some fun.”
I notice how his attention has been fixed on Adrianna. He seriously doesn’t want to give up on pursuing her as he gives her a wink, which results in the most furious scowl I’ve ever seen cross her beautiful face.
“Care to dance?” he asks her.
She shakes her head. “No, thank you.”
Professor Nitkin shakes his head. “Arch, you can’t be serious. Where the fuck is Oak?”
Coach Daniels shrugs. “Fuck knows. I don’t care.” He glances at Adrianna. “Dance with me, just once.”
She releases a frustrated sigh before placing her hand in his, allowing the man whore to pull her onto the dance floor. I’m surprised she agreed.
“Mu’dak,” Professor Nitkin curses in Russian, as he watches his friend escort Adrianna onto the dance floor.
I’ve got to admit Coach Daniels is persistant if nothing else, although she’s made it crystal clear she’s not interested. He’s hot as hell, but I can see why Adrianna is reluctant to jump into bed with him, because the guy has had too many students over the years. It’s like a game to him.
Professor Nitkin reluctantly sinks back onto the stool next to me, his attention flitting between each student.
I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol or my raging teenage hormones, but I set my hand on his muscular arm and squeeze. “Come on, Professor. What’s the harm in a bit of fun?” I ask, my hand feeling like it’s burning from touching him.
His jaw clenches. “You wouldn’t survive my kind of fun, Camilla.”
A shudder races down my spine at the dark, sadistic look in his eyes. I lick my bottom lip, which seems to draw his eyes to them, and all I can think about is how good it would feel to kiss this man.
“Are you certain, sir?”
He shifts on the stool and adjusts his pants, drawing my attention to the firm bulge at his crotch. My thighs clench as I realize he’s aroused and I wonder if I’m the reason. Excitement rises inside of me as I feel a pulse ignite between my thighs. Gavril Nitkin has had this power over me since I can remember, but even more so since the first and last punishment he gave me.
He leans toward me and whispers in my ear. “Very few have what it takes. And an innocent little girl like you could never understand the twisted desires of a monster.”
A shiver races down my spine as I lean away from him and search his eyes. “Maybe I’m not as innocent as you think.”
The smirk that twists onto his lips is downright sinful, as he shakes his head and keeps his voice low. “I can smell a virgin a mile off, Miss Morrone.”
Heat slams into me hard and it feels like I’m burning from the inside out at the look in his eyes. I am a virgin. But how the hell did he know that?
I lick my too dry lips, allowing myself to remain close to him even though every instinct tells me to turn away. “Have you got some kind of radar?”
He shakes his head. “No, normally I steer clear of innocent little virgins because they can’t handle me.” There’s something suggestive about what he’s saying and I know pushing him is dangerous, but I can’t help it.
My nostrils flare as I glance down at the bulge in his pants again. “And right now?”
His jaw clenches and his eyes are so full of fire that it makes me want to reach forward and pull him against me, feel those beautiful lips against mine. “Right now, I’m thinking you look rather delicious in that dress.”
I swallow hard, excitement and fear at war with one another. On the one hand, it’s insane that Professor Nitkin is even saying these things to me because I know how dark and twisted he can be, but it feels like I’ve fallen into one of my dirty day dreams that I can’t seem to stop. “Shall we dance?” I ask, my voice so quiet I wonder if he’ll even hear me.
