Dulce

I nod as his hands slide around to my stomach before sliding up to cup my breasts.

“If I took everything I needed from you, I’d break you,” he whispers, almost absentmindedly.

I lean down and slide my hands up his thighs. When my face is inches from his, I whisper, “I’m hard to break.”

His eyes search mine, which is a feat in itself since my boobs are practically in his face.

“Yes, I suspect you are. But then I always did like a challenge,” he growls before yanking me forward to straddle his lap.

My hands grip his shoulders to balance myself as his lips come down on mine. I freeze for a moment. I’m not sure why. I’ve been kissed a million times, but never like this and never by him.

His hand reaches into my hair and grips it, angling my head where he wants it as he demands my surrender. I open my mouth and let him in, his taste drugging me into an almost hypnotic state. If one taste of his mouth can paralyze me, what will his dick do?

Oh, I’ve fucked a few men to death before, but I never considered what it might be like to be on the other side. That’s what I fear will happen, though. One thrust and my heart will burst out of my chest.

It’s a terrifying and strangely erotic thought. Death by dick. I almost laugh because there have to be worse ways to go.

“Fuck, baby. We have to stop, or I’m going to fuck you right here, right now.”

“Don’t stop. Please fuck, don’t stop.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Then don’t.” I bite his lip, and he growls as I grind down on his hard cock.

“I can’t fuck one of my pupils.” He closes his eyes as if he’s in pain.

“Fine, I quit.” I lick my lips and rub myself against him faster.

He grips my hair tighter and yanks my head back hard, making me gasp as he kisses up the column of my throat.

“You can’t quit, and I won’t fuck my student. But you won’t be my student forever.”

Figures. The one man I want to fuck me refuses. I know he won’t budge on this, and as much as I want to throat punch him, I have to admire his ability to put the brakes on when I’m over here, losing my mind.

I move to pull back, but he holds me in place, his lips skimming my jaw. “But just because I can’t fuck you doesn’t mean you can’t fuck yourself.”

I stare at him. There is a fleck in his dark eyes that makes me feel like I’m looking up into the night sky. It’s both breathtaking and terrifying.

“Sit on the coffee table, spread your legs, and show me how you like to touch yourself.”

My skin flushes, but not in embarrassment. In anticipation. I can feel how slick I am, and the thought of him watching me touch myself has me burning up inside.

He pulls his hands free from me and crosses them behind his head, waiting.

I laughed at the ridiculousness of a Bratva son being a headmaster. I didn’t think I’d ever heard a more stupid thing, and I’ve heard everything from I’ll only put the tip in, to you can’t get pregnant in water.

But looking at him now, it makes sense in the most bizarre way. He oozes power. His word is gospel around here, and it’s not because people fear him. Okay, it’s not just because people fear him. People bend to his will because it feels right. We give our trust to him, hand over our power, knowing he will guide us in the right direction. If this were one of the books I like to read, he’d be alpha of a wolf pack or something. He has that kind of animal magnetism about him.

Others might want to follow his leadership, but I’d rather test it. I’d love nothing more than for him to bend me over his desk and spank me with his ruler.

I climb off his lap to sit on the coffee table, which is thankfully clear of clutter. I lean back and spread my legs, my robe now wide open. I have a flash of me on the counter touching myself for Hunter while Griff sucked him off, and I feel my pulse quicken once more.

I’m so going to hell. I might as well make the journey worthwhile.

I suck two of my fingers into my mouth and make them wet before moving them to my clit. I don’t bother dragging it out, I’m too turned on already. At this point, Dmitri only needs to whisper my name, and I’d be lying in a puddle of my own juices. As nasty as that sounds, it’s not a lie either.

I strum my clit, my eyes fixed on Dmitri, who follows my fingers. He licks his lips as if he can practically taste me.

Dipping my fingers inside myself, I thrust them in and out as I build on the pleasure already sparking in my veins. I lie back and use my free hand to tweak my nipple, tugging it lightly, imagining it’s his lips around the hard nub.

My hips lift as I fuck myself with my fingers before slipping them free and circling my clit with my wet digits once more. I repeat the actions, dipping them inside me before playing with my clit. In, out, in, out, until my head is thrashing from side to side, and I know I’m not going to be able to hold on much longer.

I feel my eyes start to close, but a shadow catches my attention, drawing me to look at the doorway. Someone’s there watching, I can’t see them, but I can sense them. Any normal person would freak and cover themselves, but I’m not normal.

My back arches, my fingers moving rapidly to bring me closer to my climax. My eyes never leave the doorway and even though nobody steps into the light, I can see movement as the shadow makes a repetitive motion.

Luke.

Is he touching himself? Fucking himself like I am?

A cool breath whispers over my heated pussy and it’s enough to send me careening over the edge.

I whimper Dmitri’s name as my legs lock and my pussy spasms around my fingers.

I don’t even realize my eyes have slipped closed until I remember Luke. I look for him, but he’s gone now. I question if I might just be imagining things, but I know what I saw.

A hand appears above me, so I take it and allow Dmitri to pull me back up into a seated position. He doesn’t release my hand, though. He dips his head and presses a kiss to my fingers like a regal knight from years gone by.

“So fucking beautiful,” he whispers, and for a split second, I swear I feel his tongue on my finger. But then he’s walking away and I’m alone, mostly naked on the coffee table after coming so hard, I forgot everything else.

I climb to my feet and wait until I’m steady and tug the robe around myself before fastening it together with the belt. I move toward the bathroom to clean myself up once more when I realize two things.

One, Dmitri is dangerously attracted to me and willing to break rules to indulge in the fantasy of us. I just have to see how far I can push him.

And two? The hand he kissed, the fingers he licked?

Those were the fingers slick with my cum.