I stand in the doorway into my classroom, watching Eva through the small window.It has been nine days since she arrived at the academy, but this is the first lesson she has attended. Among other subjects, I teach leadership strategy, which she won’t be too interested in, but none of the subjects that we cover here will interest her.Nurse Jasper has given her two crutches to aid walking as her stab wound heals. She believes Eva may have sustained some nerve damage, but only time will tell.Eva sits at the front of the classroom next to Dimitri Jakov, staring at her like a hungry wolf ready to pounce. My stomach tightens as I clench my fists by my side.Thankfully, Eva appears unaware of his attention as she doodles on a small notepad in front of her.I uncurl my fists and reach for the door handle, turning it and entering the classroom. I fix my gaze on Eva, who doesn’t look up as I walk in.The giggles erupt from the back of the classroom as they chatter together. All the girl’s eye
I clap my hand. “Does anyone else have anything degrading to say to their classmates?” I ask, remaining stood in front of Eva.The silence is deafening as she stares at me in surprise. I let my gaze move to her for a few moments, observing the way her cheeks are more flushed and her chest rises and falls violently.“Good,” I say when no one speaks. “I want you to read page fifty-six to page sixty-five.” I turn away from Eva and return to my desk, sitting down behind it.My harsh punishment for Dimitry is unusual, and I know that if he’d said it to any other girl in this room, my reaction would have been different. Pure jealousy reared its ugly head, drawing more questions to light about my questionable urges toward Eva. I’ve never been so viscerally attracted to a woman before I set eyes on her. She’s under my skin, which is a terrible complication I don’t need.I notice Jeanie leans over and mutters something to Anita again.“In silence, unless you want to join Dimitry.” I glare at t
“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 lasagna, 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 Luigi.”“Who is professor Luigi?” 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
I swallow hard, following him in silence out of the cafeteria and down a dark corridor toward his office. The click-clack of my crutches on the cobblestones is the only sound that echoes through the silence. My palms are already sweaty, and my heart is practically drumming against my rib cage with each step I take.This man is too intimidating and too beautiful to be alone with. He both scares and thrills me. The way he watched me earlier today in leadership class was bordering on predatory.He comes to a halt outside of his office, slipping a hand into his jacket and pulling out a key.I watch as he slides it into the lock, turning it slowly. The click echoes through the cold, stone corridor. The thought of being trapped in his tiny office with him for an entire hour makes butterflies take flight in my gut.“After you,” he says, his voice as smooth as butter. I hate that his voice sends a prickle of goosebumps rising over every inch of exposed skin.What the hell is wrong with me?I
It takes every ounce of restraint within me not to bend this beauty over the desk and spank her ass with the ruler until she’s so sore she won’t be able to sit for days.I’m a sadistic son of a bitch because I know she’s not lying, but I can’t help myself. The darkness inside of me demands I make her hurt, punish her for being the offspring of the two people who tore my world apart. And yet, there’s a small part of me that wants her close, begging me with those beautiful, bright hazel eyes to stop.“Are you ready to tell me the truth?” I ask, halting my assault on her red palms.Her eyes narrow, and she holds my gaze without a word.“Do I need to take this punishment a step further?” I ask, searching those eyes for fear.If she fears me, she doesn’t show it. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”I narrow my eyes. Eva seems so unaltered by the pain I’ve inflicted. There’s a part of me that is desperate to push her more, see how long she will hold out, and I’m so close to following
I move the tip of the ruler between her thighs and stroke it down her wet seam in the cotton, making her gasp. “Eva, this isn’t supposed to be pleasurable,” I say coldly.A strangled half-scream comes from her lips as I gently bring the rule down flat against her wet, fabric-clad arousal.“Such a dirty girl.” I slide the tip of the ruler over her red skin. “It’s proof that you were so desperate you fucked your school’s janitor.” I spank her ass cheeks again, watching the way her skin reddens.The welts are beyond erotic, and all I want is to rub my hands over her skin, caressing the pain away before giving her more. “And now you’re getting wet for your principal, aren’t you?”“No,” she snarls, her body tensing. “You’re a fucking psychopath.”I chuckle at her outburst and spank her repeatedly until she is panting from the mix of pain and pleasure.“Stop,” she cries, her voice a mix of anguish and pure lust. “Please, Oak, stop this.”I place the ruler down on the desk she’s bent over an
Natalya sits down next to me in our law class, smiling. “You look like someone pissed in your cheerios.”I shake my head. “Shit lesson with Byrne,” I mutter, my hands and ass still stinging from his assault. It’s hard to believe that they get away with such brutal punishment at this school. The harder thing to believe is the way he touched me afterward. The things he said bordered on sexual.And now you’re getting wet for your principal, aren’t you?My heart is still hammering a little uncontrollably as I think about how it felt to be at his mercy.Her brow furrows. “Can’t have been as bad as combat training.” She sighs heavily. “Archer was grumpy today.”Oak was a complete and utter asshole, but I don’t want to go into detail. “Who takes this class?” I ask.“Byrne.”My stomach dips, hearing his name.“He teaches law, discipline, and leadership.”Fuck.“Great,” I murmur, swallowing hard as my fear and arousal blend at the prospect of seeing him again. Three times in one day is too fuc
“What class do you have next?” I ask as we meander down the hallway, finally escaping Byrne for the day.Natalya smirks. “Anatomy, with Luigi.” She shakes her head. “Can’t fucking wait.”I glance at my timetable, noticing I have the same. “Me too.” I raise a brow. “What’s so bad about anatomy class?”“You will see,” she says, smirking at me. “Come on.”She links arms with me and pulls me down the corridor, where a boy marches right toward us, piercing blue eyes fixed on Natalya.“Fuck,” she murmurs.“What’s wrong?” I ask.Before she replies, the boy speaks, “Well, well, look who we have here.” He smirks, and it’s a cruel smile that sends shivers down my spine. “Gurin always has to latch onto the newbies because she has no fucking friends.”His two friends chuckle in response.“Go away, Alexander,” she mutters, trying to pull me past him.Alexander holds his muscled, tattooed arm out in front of her, stopping her dead. “That’s rude, Natalya. Introduce me to your friend.” He has dark, m