Deviant - Black Mountain Academy

She’s seated herself in the front row, and from the soft pink material between her thighs, I can tell she’s done it just to taunt me. Turning my attention to the papers on the desk, I settle in for the next sixty minutes, but every so often, my gaze rakes up, and I catch a glimpse of legs and pink.

By the time class is over, I’m hard as fucking stone. As they rise, heading toward my desk, I don’t stand. Instead, I allow them to set their papers on the desk before exiting the room. But when Arabella reaches me, I glance up, locking my gaze on hers.

“I’d like to see you once everyone has left, please,” I tell her, loudly ensuring the rest of the remaining students heard, including her best friend, Marleigh. The flash of annoyance on Arabella’s face causes me to grin as I settle back in my chair, still hiding my thickened erection.

As soon as we’re alone, I push to my feet and lean over the desk. Her pretty, stormy gaze flickers with uncertainty when my face comes close to hers.

“Close that fucking door,” I bite out, gesturing with my chin toward the exit, which is now empty from the last body who’s left my class. The click of the lock echoes loudly in the vast room.

Arabella returns to the desk where I’m perched on the edge, and I notice how her eyes land on the bulge in my slacks. Those lashes flutter, and I wonder if she’s remembering what we did last night.

“Did you enjoy your little show?” I question, crossing my arms as I regard her with a narrowed gaze.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she sasses me, which doesn’t help my frustration. Her hip juts out, and even though she’s attempting to show her confidence, there’s still a hint of uncertainty in her stance.

“Take your panties off.”

Her mouth falls open, but she recovers quickly. “What?”

“You heard me.” I keep my expression schooled, but I want to smile. I want to laugh at the shyness so evident on those rosy cheeks.

Slowly, her hands inch under her skirt and then the scrap of material that covered her pussy falls at her feet. Arabella steps out of the item of clothing before picking it up and holding onto it. When I reach my hand out, her mouth drops into an O, but she doesn’t argue. She knows better than to disobey. The small, cotton panties in my palm feels like a bomb about to go off.

I lift it to my nose, inhaling her scent, which only makes my dick jolt with need to sink into her. When I open my eyes, I crook my finger, calling her closer. She squares her shoulders, tipping her chin up as she walks toward me. My free hand reaches under the skirt, which I know she’s shortened, and I cup her pretty cunt, my middle finger sinking into the wet heat I find at her center.

“This is your punishment for that display earlier,” I tell her as I pump my finger in and out so slowly I earn a whimper of agonized pleasure from her plump lips.

“But … Elian,” Arabella moans as my fingers taunt her, causing her hips to move against me as she takes her pleasure from my touch. With every second of her nearness, we’re putting ourselves in danger. Anyone could knock on that door at any moment, but the wetness of her arousal dripping over my hand, the need painted on her pretty face, and every sound she makes forces me to continue.

I came here for one thing only—revenge.

But what I found was her. The broken girl with a pussy made for my cock. I put it down to lust. The hunger for connection, for a body against mine, but when her gaze locks on mine, her lips parting on a moan of pure euphoria, I wonder just how much more I can take without allowing myself to admit I have feelings for her.

Dipping two fingers inside, I feel her pulse. She’s close, so I use my thumb to circle her clit, sending her spiraling over the edge. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she trembles in my arms.

“Fuck, Elian. You can’t do that in here,” Arabella admonishes me, and I can’t help but chuckle. I retrieve my hand, bringing it up to my lips. The scent of her is intoxicating, and I slowly lick the arousal from each digit. The taste of Arabella is my high and my low—a reminder of what I’m enjoying even though it’s against the rules.

“Trust me, little deviant, I’ll do that and so much more while everyone fucking watches us. Do you think losing this job means much to me?”

“No. You don’t need it, but that leaves the question from replaying in my mind.” She tugs her skirt back into place while I devour the remnants of her from my fingers. “Why are you in Black Mountain?”