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Every stroke of my hand down my throbbing shaft sends me closer as I pick up the pace, running through a mental movie of her writhing and naked on my desk, begging me for my cock. “Fuck,” I mutter, losing a sense of where I am and who else is in the room.
My cock grows in my palm as my release rushes for me. I grunt, grabbing the edge of the desk with my free hand and unleashing every drop of my seed onto the underside of my desk, panting for air. I was so wrapped up in my pleasure that I hadn’t even sensed Eva’s approach.
“Are you alright, sir?” She asks, brow furrowed as she stands over the desk, holding her essay in her hand.
I shove my still semi-hard cock into my pants and nod. “Yes, Eva. Fine,” I grit out, wondering what the fuck came over me. “Leave the essay on the desk.”
She places it on my desk and leaves, her hips swaying in the most cock-stirring way as she walks right out the door.
I sigh heavily and grab some tissues off my desk to clear up the mess I made underneath it. My breathing is labored and frantic.
I’ve never been so out of control—so fucking insane. My heart is pounding so hard it feels like it’s trying to break out of my chest. Eva Carmichael has some sick and twisted power over me—power I need to overcome if I’m ever going to get my revenge on her family.
8
EVA
“Hey, I’m Natalya,” a girl says, sitting next to me in the cafeteria. “Thought you could use some company.”
I smile at her but can’t help the paranoia that sweeps over me. The last time someone introduced themself to me, I ended up stabbed and in a hospital bed for a week.
“Don’t worry. I’m not a psycho like Jeanie, Kerry, or Anita.” She grabs her fork and digs into her vegetable lasagne, clearly sensing my unease.
Natalya was in my class with Principal Byrne before lunch. I noticed she was one of the few people to answer his questions, and she was the first to leave after finishing her essay. She’s a motivated student who wants to do well, like me. The only difference is she wants a life of crime.
“I saw you in my leadership class,” I say.
She nods. “Yeah, ignore assholes like Dimitry. He’ll regret it after being sent to Nitkin.”
“Who is professor Nitkin?” I ask.
It’s not the first time I’ve heard his name since Principal Byrne sent my attackers to him.
“He’s a fucking sadistic hardass.” She gazes at me and shrugs. “If you do well and keep your head down, hopefully, you’ll never see that side of him.” She sighs. “It’s only idiots like Dimitry who get sent to him for punishment.”
I nod in response, observing my new acquaintance. She is very attractive with dark brown hair and equally dark eyes, and her skin is tanned and flawless.
“How long have you attended the academy?”
“Since I was little.” She smiles. “My brother sent me here when I was eight years old.”
My eyes widen. “Wow, that’s young. Didn’t you miss home?” I ask, wondering how it would feel to be shipped off to boarding school from such a young age. When I was little, my childhood was charmed even if my parents were strict until I learned about all the nasty secrets my family hid from me.
She laughs, shaking her head. “No, it was a relief to be away from it, especially after my mother left for Russia. I love my brother, but he didn’t have time to spend with me while he was trying to run our late father’s organization.”
“Oh, I’m sorry about your father,” I say, realizing that despite my parents’ lack of care for me, at least they’ve always been there.
She shakes her head. “Don’t be. I like life as it is.” There’s a wistful smile on her face as she sighs. “Enough about me.” She tilts her head. “Who starts a new high school halfway through the first semester of senior year?”
I raise my hand. “Me, it would seem.”
She laughs, putting me at ease. “You don’t say. Why?”
“It’s a long story.”
She glances at her watch. “Well, we’ve still got twenty-five minutes of lunch break to kill.”
I laugh. “True.” I swallow hard, trying to work out how to explain the crazy story that landed me here. “It’s pretty ridiculous, to be honest.”
