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Despite the panic I feel as I choke over and over, I listen to him and focus on breathing through my nose.
It makes it easier, and I gain a bit of control back, even if Gavril is entirely in control of this situation.
“Good girl,” he murmurs.
I hate myself for the way my nipples are hard and my clit tingles the moment he calls me that, as if his validation is so fucking important.
He groans, eyes flickering shut. “Your throat is almost as good as your cunt.”
My eyes widen hearing a professor of all people using such a vulgar word.
And yet I enjoy hearing him say it because it’s so filthy.
No matter how much I try to tell myself I hate this, I know it’s not true.
Ever since last week when he took my virginity like a savage animal, I’ve been secretly craving this. Contact with the man I ran away from. With the man I tried to avoid.
It doesn’t matter how much I try to run from the truth, it’s going to try harder to resurface.
I’m a masochist, a particularly fucked up one at that.
So instead of fighting it, I let myself relax as he uses me.
His cock thrusting in and out of my throat with immense force. I focus on breathing through my nose, even as saliva spills all over my chin and the floor and tears prickle my eyes.
I hold his gaze, challenging him to push this further.
As if he can read my mind, a smirk twists onto his lips as he grabs my hair and then thrusts even harder until every inch disappears down my throat and his balls are flat against my chin.
Panic claws at me again, as it feels like I’m going to throw up all over his cock. And I forget to breathe through my nose, my vision blurs around the edges and I’m sure I’m going to die of oxygen starvation at any moment.
Professor Nitkin knows what he’s doing though as he pulls out just at the right moment, as my head swims with dizziness.
“Now it’s time for me to get what I really want.”
“And what is that?” I ask, my voice raspy and breathless.
“Your asshole, tightly wrapped around my cock.”
I stiffen and stare at him in disbelief. “What?”
“You heard me. I’ve had your cunt and your pretty little mouth. It’s time for me to have that ass and claim every hole for myself.”
I swallow hard at the thought. “No.”
He smirks. “I don’t think you have a very good memory, do you?”
“What do you mean?”
“I told you that monsters don’t care about consent, Miss Morrone.” He still has hold of my hair and uses it to drag me to my feet. “You defied me for an entire week and kept your distance. It’s only fair that I punish you by taking whatever the fuck I want.”
He drags me over to a swing hanging from the ceiling in the corner. “Lie on the swing.”
My stomach churns as I glance between him and it. “You can’t do this. I’ll tell–”
His fingers wrap around my throat before I can finish the sentence. “You’ll tell who, Camilla? You never strick me as a snitch, but you know you want this. You fucking searched for this, turning up at my door over and over for punishment.”
I struggle to breathe as he pushes me down onto the swing with force.
