21

Azira

I walk out of the bar to get some fresh air, as I've hardly been able to breathe with Professor Luigi so close to me. For some crazy reason, I admitted to him I've been getting into trouble on purpose, but it's like any time he demands anything from me I can't deny him.

And so when he demanded the truth, I had to give it to him. It's stifling in the bar, but I think it's because of him and the way he looks at me that has me so hot under the collar.

I run a hand across the back of my neck and then lean against the cool brick wall, shutting my eyes. It feels good to get some fresh air, as it felt like I might suffocate inside.

"Problem, Sidorov?"

His voice to my left makes me freeze in both fear and anticipation. The tone of it is so sinfully deep that it makes my thighs clench as I imagine all the dirty things I want him to do to me.

I plaster on a smile, but I know it doesn't reach my eyes before turning to him. "I just needed some air."

He arches a brow and walks closer to me, making goosebumps prickle over every inch of exposed skin. "I wouldn't say it's that warm in there."

I swallow hard. "It is when I'm sat next to you."

His gaze dips down the length of my dress suggestively before traveling back to my eyes. "Is that right?" He moves closer, making my heart pound harder against my rib cage. "Because you can't stop thinking about my cock, can you, Miss Sidorov?"

My tongue darts out over my lips as I wonder how the fuck I'm supposed to respond to that question. Honesty wins out. "No, sir. I can't."

The flash of delight in his eyes should scare me, but right now, I'm too aroused for fear. He glances through the glass front of the bar toward the table before nodding at an alleyway to the side. "Walk down there, now," he orders.

The dominance in his tone is so damn alluring. I never knew that being ordered about could be so fucking hot. And yet he gives me an order and my entire body tingles with excitement at doing as I'm told and hearing him call me a good girl. I give him a nod and walk down the alleyway.

"Stop," he orders.

I come to a halt, but don't turn around. Every nerve in my body feels like it's alight with excitement as I tremble a little, unable to stop my muscles from shaking. The anticipation damn near killing me, as all I can hear is my heavy breathing and the far off beat of the music in the bar. Professor Luigi breathes so quietly I can't even hear him and it makes me shudder.

"Are you scared, Miss Sidorov?" he asks, his hand barely skating over my hip as he closes the gap between us.

"No, sir."

He leans toward my ear, and his breath skates over it. "You should be."

I tremble. "And why is that?"

"Because you've tempted a monster to come out and play, and the thing about monsters is they never play fair." He grabs hold of my hips so hard it takes my breath away, spinning me around to face him.

Those hazel eyes almost shine in the dim light of the street lamps and I know as I look at him that I've never seen such a terrifyingly beautiful image in all my life.

"Do you understand, Azira?"

I nod in response. "Yes, sir. I think I like it when you don't play fair, though."

His nostrils flare. "I think you might be right."

I notice the way his chest rises and falls with deep rasping breaths as his unique hazel irises fix on me with an intensity that could knock me off my feet, if he weren't holding me, supporting me.

His strong and painful grip on my hip is a reminder of how dangerous this man is. How utterly depraved. I shiver, not because of the cold, but because this man affects me in ways that I never dreamed of.

"Sir, what are we-"

Before I can finish my sentence, he yanks me hard against him and his lips cover mine. They're forceful and demanding against my own as he thrusts his tongue through my lips, searching my mouth with frenetic desperation.

There's nothing gentle about it as he devours me from the inside out, clawing at my hips as he does.

I moan and set my hands on his broad, muscular shoulders, wanting nothing more than to get as close as physically possible to him. It's as if I've needed him all my life. As if I've been waiting for this moment.

He lifts me off my feet, forcing me to wrap my legs around his strong hips. And then his lips move from mine lower to my collarbone, where he bites me hard.

I yelp in surprise, but the pain only adds to the heat flaring between us. A heat that feels like it wants to burn me to cinders and leave me as nothing but ash in its wake.

My pain doesn't stop him as he continues to bite my skin like a rabid animal. Slowly, my yelps of surprise turn into whimpers of pleasure as I fork my fingers through his dark hair, feeling the pressure building deep within. Out of instinct, my hips grind up and down, trying to find friction at my throbbing center.

"I want to fucking devour you, Azira," he groans against my skin. "You would run far away if you knew all the fucked up things I want to do to you."

"Maybe you underestimate how fucked up I am," I gasp as he pushes down the front of my dress and sucks on my nipple roughly. And then he bites and I can't believe how good the pain feels.

"Sir, what are you-"

"Silence," he growls, pulling the other side of my dress down and doing the same on my other nipple.

I moan, my panties wet between my thighs as I grind myself against the hard bulge at his crotch. The need for him is so consuming it feels like it's trying to swallow me whole. "Please, sir."

He stops, looking at me with a feral expression. "Please, what? What is it you want, Azira?"

I swallow hard, losing the courage I'd had a moment ago as I stare into those alluring hazel eyes. "I'm not sure."

"Liar," he growls, biting my collarbone like an animal until I'm sure he's going to pierce the skin. "Tell me what you want." And then he does bite me hard enough to pierce the skin, licking at my blood like a beast. "Tell me, now."

"You," I whimper, my pussy so wet I can feel my panties are soaked between my thighs. "I want you, sir."