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I wonder what made him the way he is or if perhaps it isn’t anything that happened to him, but just who he is. His makeup.
After all, I have no explanation for why I love the pain he inflicts. It’s just who I am, I guess. It’s impossible not to moan louder as I feel myself getting closer to the edge.
He pauses as suddenly as he started, glaring at me in the mirror. “You’re enjoying this far too much, Camilla. It’s supposed to be a punishment.”
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. “Sorry, sir. It’s hard not to enjoy you fucking me.”
He growls and pulls his cock out of me, making me whimper at the sudden empty sensation.
And then I feel the head of his cock pressing against my asshole. I freeze when I feel him push forward viciously, tearing through the tight ring of muscles without mercy.
I scream, the pain worse than the first time, perhaps because I had less warning.
“You don’t get to enjoy this, not after what you’ve done.” His hazel eyes burn with that sadistic delight.
The problem is, he thinks I won’t enjoy it because of the pain, but that makes no sense. A masochist like me craves the pain as much as the pleasure. Hell, sometimes I’m not sure I can even differentiate between the two.
He fucks me hard and rough in the ass, and slowly my muscles relax around him as the pleasure increases and the pain dims.
I moan, which makes his jaw clench.
“Such a dirty, pain slut, aren’t you, Morrone?”
I nod in response. “Yes, your dirty pain slut, sir.”
He roars like an animal, his fingertips digging even harder into my hips. “That’s right. Mine.” He ruts into me even harder, the burning pain of being forced open with nothing more than my arousal melting away.
“You are so fucking perfect, Camilla.”
My cheeks heat at the way he’s looking at me in the mirror, as if I’m the most desirable thing on this planet.
“So fucking perfect and all mine. If I ever so much as catch you glancing at another man the wrong way, I’ll murder him.” He spanks my ass. “I’ll torture him and make him bleed before ending his life and then fucking you covered in his blood.”
A cold shiver races down my spine at the intensity of his voice. The madness in his eyes that tells me he’s completely serious. I wonder if he has ever killed people or what his life was before the academy. The voice in my head makes my stomach churn.
Of course he’s killed before. You don’t talk like that so flippantly about murder if you haven’t done it before.
Professor Nitkin is a complete enigma. A ghost that arrived here over five years ago with Principal Byrne. No one knows anything about his past. All that is known is that he’s originally from Russia, but that’s it.
“Do you understand?”
My body is shaking with both fear, pain, and pleasure as I nod. “I understand, sir.”
“Good.” He spanks my ass cheeks hard and then slams into me with even more force than I believed possible. “Because I’m not messing around. I warned you before this started that you were playing with a monster, but you didn’t listen.” His jaw clenches. “Now you have to deal with the consequences. I’ll only give you one warning.”
He grabs my throat, forcing my head up at an unnatural angle as he fucks me even harder. The lack of oxygen only heightens the sensations that his rough treatment gives me as I watch his viciously beautiful face in the mirror.
I forget everything else beyond these walls, as if the only two people in this world are me and Gavril, and everything else fades away. We’re in our own warped reality where pleasure and pain go hand in hand, and for the moment I don’t give a shit what anyone else thinks about that.
I’ve fallen into a pool of pure insanity with Gavril Nitkin, and I never want to find the steps out of it. However, something tells me I’m more hooked on him than he’ll ever be on me. The thought of this ever ending makes my chest ache with a pain I can hardly describe, one far from pleasurable.
22
GAVRIL
Ireturn to my seat first to avoid any suspicion. A few minutes later, Camilla returns, clutching a beer for Rizzo.
“You were a while,” he mutters as he takes the beer, barely looking in her direction.
