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His nostrils flare and eyes flash. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
Disappointment coils through me, but it’s quickly eradicated when he leans closer again, setting a rough hand on my bare thigh.
“But if you really want to, I can’t say no to you.”
I shudder. The warmth of his skin against mine sends my body into overdrive. A soft moan escapes my lips before I can stop it, making him smirk.
“Come on, then.” He moves back and offers me his hand.
I stare at it for a few seconds, wondering what the hell I’m doing. And then, I place my hand in his and let him pull me onto the dancefloor.
I notice that Adrianna looks rather irritated as she glares at Archer Daniels, while he tries to sweet talk her as they dance. I fear he’s fighting a losing battle where she’s concerned. Out of all the people I know, Adrianna is the most stubborn.
Gavril’s hard body presses into mine as he pulls me against him, his hands firmly planted on my hips. “Tell me, Camilla, how come you’re so good at keeping out of trouble?”
I swallow hard, gazing into those unique, otherworldly eyes of his. “W-What do you mean?”
“In the entire time you’ve attended the academy, you’ve only ever been to me once.”
I shrug, my body so hot it feels like someone has set fire to my skin. “I guess I’m just a good girl,” I say, regretting it instantly as his nostrils flare and his eyes darken.
“Is that right?” His grip on my hips is so tight it almost hurts. “And yet here you are, breaking the rules.”
My lips feel too dry as my tongue darts out over it. “I told you I was forced into it.”
His brow arches. “Difficult to believe, Miss Morrone. However, I hope you’re looking forward to your punishment for this.”
My throat bobs, and I hate that he knows my secret. The secret that I’ve tried to keep buried ever since that day I was sent to his office and he took me into the basement. “Not particularly.”
His expression is sadistic as he straightens slightly, putting some distance between us as the song comes to a stop. “Such a liar.”
Heat slams into me as I drop his hand and try to move away. “I need to get some air,” I say.
He releases me, but almost reluctantly as I turn away and rush through the crowd, struggling to work out why I’m running from a man who I’ve desired for so long. It’s fear, I realize. Fear of learning what the hell is wrong with me and why I crave his punishment almost as much as I crave his kiss.
2
GAVRIL
Screams fill my ears as I lash the student again with a whip.
When did I become so detached from my humanity?
A question that so frequently rises inside of me every time I have a student down in my basement lately. Perhaps the more important question is, do I even have any humanity left anymore?
The infliction of pain no longer gives me the same satisfaction it used to give me. In fact, this has almost become boring as I watch the welts appear on his back.
The depravity inside of me is becoming more impossible to quench with each day that passes. It’s because there’s a beast that lives within me that has an appetite for more heinous acts. For blood. I swallow hard and lash him for the last time, my heart keeping a steady, unaffected rhythm. There was a time when this kind of torture used to excite me, but it appears I’ve surpassed such rudimentary delights.
The boy slumps in the chains as I set down the whip.
“You are free to go.” I walk toward him and unclasp the chains, thrusting his shirt into his hands. “I hope you learned your lesson.”
The boy, whose name I can’t even remember, shakes like a leaf as he grabs his shirt and flees the basement.
That’s right, kid, run from the monster before he tears you apart.
The sick things I’d have liked to do to him are almost unspeakable in most people’s books. I run a hand across the back of my neck and turn toward the wall where I keep my implements, the thirst for blood almost impossible to ignore as my gut coils and my mind fills with bloody visions. The one rule Oak gave me for punishing students was to never make them bleed. It’s a rule that’s becoming harder and harder to follow with each passing day.
