Deviant - Black Mountain Academy

He grabs my arm, and I stumble into his body. Elian moves, his hands gripping my hips, and he tugs me close, so close I can feel every hard dip and peak of his muscular chest. His stomach is flat, toned, and then there’s his crotch, which is flush against my stomach. A ridge pokes at me, thick and unrelenting, and I can only imagine what it would feel like inside me.

“Then we’ll play my game. When you come to my class on Monday, no panties under that pretty skirt. You’ll seat yourself in the front row, opposite my desk.” His voice is rough, husky with lust. “Am I understood?”

“Yes, sir.” I smile when the pupils in those aqua depths dilate. The corner of his mouth ticks upward, and he leans in closer. I want his lips on mine, I want them now, so I make the choice and push to my tiptoes, causing our mouths to fuse. It’s only for a second, but it’s enough to know that what I feel right now and how I felt with Ahren are two completely different things.

His hand snakes its way to my stomach, then drops to the waistband of my yoga pants and cups my pussy over my panties. The heel of his hand presses against my clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. A whimper falls free, and my lashes flutter as pleasure streaks through me.

“Go home. Do not touch this pretty pussy of mine unless I tell you to,” he warns me before stepping back and releasing me. A shiver wracks my frame at the sudden chill of not having Elian right up against me.

“But—”

He pierces me with a glare. “I said go home, Arabella,” he bites out as he rakes his fingers through his dark hair. The man is insufferable. If I weren’t so attracted to him, I would’ve told him to fuck right off, but I can’t deny the pull.

“Fine. See you Monday,” I grit out, moving to the door.

“I will be in touch tonight. Don’t think I’m not watching, little deviant,” he calls to me as I’m shutting the front door. I don’t respond. I’m angry, turned on, and utterly frustrated. Once in the car Aunt Midge said I could use, I pull out down the drive and out onto the street.

The man is a complete dickhead.

But I want him more than anything.20HERTHE PASTIt’s not the pain of having your heart broken that kills, it’s the moment when you see them smile at someone else. Living in the same city, the same town, even the same fucking building is too much. I wish I could run away. I want to race from this building, from my home, and never look back.

The deviant in me beckons, it calls to me, telling me that what I crave is right. But I know it’s not. I shouldn’t want this as much as I do, but he’s mine. I’ll always have him, and he’ll always have me.

The addiction to him came along with the need to watch his life play out in a series of unfortunate scenes because he’s doing all the wrong things. He’s with all the wrong people, but you can’t tell someone they’re wrong because they won’t believe you.

Instead, you wait until it’s time and watch as they learn for themselves just how stupid they’ve been. It’s the waiting that causes anxiety to twist in my gut. The tightening, the pain, the way my lungs struggle with breath because I know just how wrong this is.

The light drizzle does nothing to dampen his smile or his handsome face. It doesn’t deter from how he walks into the building like he owns it. Guilt weighs on me. It grips me in a feral hold, claws scratching at me, making me bleed. I deserve it.

I lift my feet up against the window. My scruffy sneakers are in dire need of replacement, but they’re my favorite pair. I wore them the night we met, and I doubt I’ll ever get rid of them. They’re one of the only items I own that reminds me that night was real. The costume I wore is gone, and the mask that covered my face has long since been discarded.

But the memory has been forever burned in my mind.21ElianI should have kept her with me today. To learn all there is to know about her, but I needed time to plan. This isn’t going to be straightforward, and we need to be extremely careful with what we do and where we do it. Granted, my house is safest, but I want to see how much she can take before she begs for my dick to be inside her.

The sun is already low in the sky, streaming directly through the patio doors when I pick up my phone and hit dial on her number. I want to take things slow because I don’t want to overwhelm her, but then again, that’s not who I am.