"Azira Sidorov."I whip around at the sound of that voice. The way it called my name. It could only be one person. One person who could make all the hairs on my arm straighten.Oh God.He's here.The bass-thumping music grows louder and my heart is pounding against my rib cage as he takes the empty seat by my side. His unique hazel eyes are fixed on me like lasers, burning holes into my skin.I didn't want to come out tonight, but Natalya wouldn't take no for an answer. Now, I'm glad she wouldn't. I'm glad I didn't stay home.As I glance over at Professor Luigi and our eyes meet, it feels like an intense jolt of electricity pulses through my veins, forcing me to break eye contact and sending my heart rate into overdrive. I open my mouth, sucking in air greedily.Sweet Jesus.He's so unbelievably beautiful, with dark hair cut to a medium length and always styled without a hair out of place and a strong jaw with just the exact right amount of stubble. His eyes move from me as he glares
Coach Daniels stands with a frown. "Ah, what's the matter, Blaine? Let the kids have some fun."My skin crawls as I observe how his attention has been fixed on Adrianna. He seriously doesn't want to give up on pursuing her as he gives her a wink, which results in the most furious scowl I've ever seen cross her beautiful face.This is a man with a whole different personality at the Academy."Care to dance?" he asks her.She shakes her head, sizing him up and down. "No, thank you."Professor Luigi shakes his head in disbelief. "Arch, you can't be serious. Where the fuck is Oak?"Coach Daniels shrugs, not even sparing him a glance. "Fuck knows. I don't care." His eyes are fixated on Adrianna, a plea in them. "Dance with me, just once."She releases a frustrated sigh before placing her hand in his, allowing the man whore to pull her onto the dance floor. I'm surprised she agreed. Adrianna is the most strong-willed among us."Mu'dak," Professor Luigi curses in Russian, as he watches his fr
"Professor, please. Have mercy!"Screams fill my ears as I lash the student again with a whip.When did I become so detached from my humanity?A question that so frequently rises inside of me every time I have a student down in my basement lately. Perhaps the more important question is, do I even have any humanity left anymore?The infliction of pain no longer gives me the same satisfaction it used to give me. In fact, this has almost become boring as I watch the welts appear on his back.The depravity inside of me is becoming more impossible to quench with each day that passes. It's because there's a beast that lives within me that has an appetite for more heinous acts. For blood. I swallow hard and lash him for the last time, my heart keeping a steady, unaffected rhythm. There was a time when this kind of torture used to excite me, but it appears I've surpassed such rudimentary delights.The boy slumps in the chains as I set down the whip."You are free to go." I walk toward him and
"Chapter thirteen," I bark.She nods and finds her place in the book, biting on her bottom lip. It's not done to be arousing, but everything this girl does lately drives me fucking insane. I run a hand through my hair and tear my eyes off of her, gazing across the room at the solemn and focused faces.Every student fears me and my punishments at this school, even the cocky ones like Elias Morales. He would swear blind he doesn't, but I've seen his fear when he has been sent to me."Can anyone tell me a name of a famous poison used in the past? One that is easily accessible."There's a few moments of silence, before Natalya Gurin thrusts her hand in the air. Drawing my attention back to that front row, where Natalya is sitting beside Azira."Yes, Gurin.""Atropa belladonna."I nod. "Indeed, a classic that has been used for centuries. What makes it so effective?""The berries can be added to a sweet drink, for example, and therefore it can be very difficult to detect the poison as they
My heart skips a beat as he snatches the essay from my hand violently. "Thank you, Miss Sidorov." He doesn't meet my gaze. "Now get to your next class."I swallow hard, feeling disappointed. Ever since the night at the bar before winter formal, he's been short with me and barely meets my gaze. "Yes, sir."And yet I can't stop fantasizing about him. It's as if he plagues my every waking moment and sleeping. There's barely a dream I've had that doesn't feature him.His jaw clenches just before I turn around and walk out of the classroom. Perhaps my disappointment is because ever since I found out Eva married Principal Byrne over winter break, I've had hope that maybe there's a chance for my crush on Luigi to turn into something else.If she can end up with a professor, then why can't I?I know it's crazy, because Professor Luigi is nothing like Principal Byrne. He's tormented and mean, and he loves punishing people. When I said it, almost jokingly to my friends, they all thought I was f
"We're going to be late," Eva says, as we're the only four left in the changing room.Adrianna groans. "I'd rather not attend at all."Nat shoves her in the shoulder. "Man up Vasquez. You've still got two semesters of his shit."She rolls her eyes. "Unless I can put him off, but it seems like an impossible feat up to now.""I must admit I'm surprised he hasn't given up and moved onto the next one," I say.Adrianna's brow furrows. "What do you mean?""Well, he's renowned for having a couple of students, if not more, on the go during one year. As far as I'm aware, he hasn't touched a single student this year, spending all his time trying to get into your pants instead."Her cheeks turn pink as she shakes her head. "Well, I wish he'd turn his attention to someone else."I hook arms with her. "Come on, let's go see lover boy."She glares at me, making me laugh. "I'm only messing about.""Well, don't."I shake my head and we walk together into the gym, where the coach is about to start a d
The knock at the door stiffens my spine as adrenaline pulses through my veins. Whenever I get a knock at the door during a free period, it's always a student being sent for punishment. My blood lust from earlier this morning when I punished that boy still hasn't cleared.I clear my throat. "Who is it?""Azira Sidorov."The blood rushes south at the sound of her voice and heat slams into me like a freight train. It's my luck that it would be her while I'm struggling to maintain control of my sadistic urges.Could she really be here for a punishment session?Merely forty minutes ago she stood in front of me and handed me her essay, which ironically I'm grading now. She barely masked the disappointment on her face as I snatched it from her without really paying her much attention and told her to get to her next class.I realize I've been silent too long when her voice calls again from the other side of the door. "May I come in?"The sweet sound of her voice makes my cock harder than it's
I clench my jaw, shaking my head in an effort to clear the haze from my mind. This is no different from any other punishment I dole out, even if it is Azira Sidorov. A means to discipline and teach, not a way for me to get my rocks off or feed some sick fantasy.I reach for the handle of my whip and pull it down from the wall, shutting my eyes and drawing a deep breath. Flexing my fingers, I get used to the familiar and calming feel of the leather bound handle in my hand. It brings me the calm I need as the sadistic thoughts had taken control.I open my eyes. "Brace your hands against the wall and don't move them. Otherwise, I'll have to bind you."She steps forward, placing her hands in front of her.And then I bring the whip down in a heavy arc across the center of Azira's back.She cries out at the pain and impact, her legs trembling beneath her as she claws at the wall. It's not a scream, but there's pain in the sound. Anticipation coils through me as I wonder if I'm right about A
Archer holds my hand as we pad barefoot through the sand, the sun just setting beyond the horizon and casting a warm, orange glow over the beach.Natalya's wedding was beautiful. And even though I still can't believe she's married the man that tormented her for years, I'm happy that she is happy."It's beautiful, isn't it?" I ask, stopping to watch as the sun dips slowly lower.Archer smiles at me. "Shall we sit down and watch?"I nod in response. "Sounds good." I sit down in the sand and he sits behind me, placing his legs on either side of my thighs and his arms around my waist. "This is nice," he murmurs into my ear.I lean back into him. "It is.""Did you enjoy the wedding?" He asks."It was beautiful, even though I still can't quite believe that Nat ended up with Elias after he was such a bully."Archer moves my hair to the side and skims his lips over the back of my neck. "Is it any different to you being with me after I blackmailed you?"I stiffen at the reminder. "Not sure it'
Motherfucker.I search the closet for something to pick the bedroom lock with. If Archer is facing my father and his goons, then I need to be by his side.Another shot echoes through the air, making me tense. I work even harder to focus on the lock, knowing I need to get out of this room. Finally, the lock clicks and I'm thankful I took the class on safe breaking two years ago when it was being taught.Quickly, I run out of the room and down the corridor, hardly thinking about what I'm doing.My heart skips a beat when I see my father and Archer standing outside of the window, each pointing a gun at one another. "No." I rush out of the cabin without a second thought. "Stop!""Adrianna," my father growls, pointing the gun at me. "What the fuck are you doing?"I freeze at the other end of his gun, knowing that he would without a doubt shoot me dead. "I'm not coming home to Mexico," I say.He growls. "Like hell you aren't.""I don't want to be married off to some mobster.""No, you want
I pull my jeep off the main road in the middle of nowhere, driving down an unmarked track. It may be secluded, but I know the path to this place like the back of my hand. After all, I spent just under two years living up here in my cabin.I notice Adrianna shudder."Are you cold?" I ask.She shakes her head. "No, this place just gives me the creeps.""The creeps?" I never thought of it as creepy."Yeah, like maybe you are actually a serial killer and this was your elaborate plan all along."I laugh, shaking my head. "You have a wild imagination." The woods open up to a clearing where my cabin is, and it's not just any old cabin. It's modern and sophisticated."Wow, do you own this place?" Adrianna asks.I nod. "I bought it when I needed to remain low while my family was looking for me." It was a difficult time in my life. One fraught with loneliness and a little too much alcohol, but this place saved me. "It's actually how I met Oak. He owns a cabin near to here and we met while we we
I approach Adrianna, who is standing with all her friends. My nerves are fried, mainly because I'm practically kidnapping the princess of the Vasquez Cartel. Thankfully, I saw Damien Vasquez leave ten minutes ago in his armored SUV. I'm pretty sure he hardly even said a word to Adrianna after the ceremony.I clear my throat. "Adrianna, can I have a word?""Stil not giving up?" Natalya teases.It's clear no one knows about us among her friends, except for Azira, and that was my fault.She meets my gaze and nods. I can tell from the look on her face that she's just as nervous as me. "Sure."I nod toward the exit of the hall and she follows me out of it."What's up?" she asks, as I lead her into an empty classroom and shut the door."I just wanted to double check you are all set for the plan?"She nods. "Of course. I'm packed, only essentials and no tech.""Good. And your father has gone. I watched him leave."She purses her lips. "I don't even know why he bothered to come. He didn't say
My father is standing at my door half an hour before the ceremony."Hey, Adrianna." He looks at my outfit. "You look well."I swallow hard. "Thanks for coming." I glance down the corridor. "Where is mom?"He shakes his head. "Your mother couldn't make it."It hurts a bit, I must admit. Out of the two of them, I'd expect my mom to be here over my father. She may not have ever been emotionally supportive, but she's always been a little less cold than him."Oh, is she busy?""No, but I don't enjoy traveling with your mother. You know that."I clench my jaw. "I know that." He doesn't like to travel with her because he likes to pay hookers whenever he stays away from home. The man disgusts me, but my mother isn't much better. Their marriage is a sham, and it has been all my life. Exactly what I want to avoid by escaping, as that was my future. My mom was married by arrangement to my father, hence the toxic relationship between them."Shall we get going then?" I say.He nods. "Lead the way.
Adrenaline has been racing through my veins since I woke this morning.It's sickening, but today is the day. Graduation is this afternoon and then all my friends and I will go out to celebrate. My father agreed to my plan and told me he'd booked into a hotel twenty miles away in the nearest city, as he's above the little inn in town and the motel near here. It actually makes the plan easier, as he won't be nearby when I make a run for it.However, after the celebrations are through, Archer and I will disappear. Our friends will know that we've left for good, but not where we are going. No one knows that, not even I do. I've let Archer figure the entire thing out and where I'm going to go.It's been hard trusting him in this way, as I've always relied on myself alone. He can't disappear with me, though. He has a life here at the academy, and so he's going to set me up with my new life and then leave. That's the part I've been trying to avoid thinking about entirely.I'm not sure how I'
I walk up to the door of Archer's apartment, my heart thumping at a hundred miles an hour.Am I crazy for being here?Perhaps. I knock on the door and wait a few moments and then I hear the thud of footsteps descending the stairs. Archer opens it and smiles at me with a smile that could stop most women's hearts. "You are here."I smile back at him. "I didn't get murdered.""I'm glad," he says, stepping aside to allow me in.I pause for a moment, knowing that now I'm coming to him of my free will rather than because he's blackmailing me. I'm not sure how to feel about that. It changes everything.His brow furrows. "Are you going to stay there or come in?"I purse my lips. "Still trying to decide."He laughs and grabs my hand, yanking me into the apartment and against him. "Don't be an idiot.""I'm normally the one saying that to you."He leads me up into his apartment, where he has a table set with candles alight. "I was prepared since I hadn't heard of any murders on campus." There is
My plan to get my revenge on Archer is backfiring.Why the hell do I feel so excited whenever I see him?And when he touched me earlier by the stream, he was trying to comfort me, but his touch ignited butterflies fluttering in my stomach and made my head spin. He keeps talking about feelings and how he wants us to continue after I graduate, which is insane.I can't work out if he's only saying it because I've never admitted I want him. All the while, I've made sure I keep detached and cold, even when he talks about his feelings.As I walk into the academy, I'm ambushed by my father. "Where have you been?"I cross my arms over my chest. "I went for a walk. Is that a crime?"He sighs heavily. "I'm here to take you back home."My brow furrows. "But what about the academy?" I ask, wondering why he didn't come to get me during spring break, especially as he said he had a meeting set out for me the week before.He yanks my wrist and drags me into an empty classroom, slamming the door behin
I sense Adrianna isn't used to relying on anyone for anything."Seriously, Adrianna. Let me help." I need to help her as I need to know her plan. She's so pigheaded. It wouldn't surprise me if she disappeared forever and I couldn't find her. It's the only way to ensure I keep tabs on her."Fine, you can help."I smile, relief coursing through my veins. "Good, as I have quite a few ideas.""Such as?"I pat my lap for her to come and sit on it.Her eyes narrow, but she sits anyway."Your father is coming to graduation, and that's a complication, but not the be all and end all. I mean, you dictated to your father before, so do it again.""What do you mean?""Tell him that you are going to celebrate with your friends. They're all going to be celebrating, right?"She nods. "Yeah.""Then tell him to book a motel and you'll leave with him the next morning."A crease forms in between her brows. "I'm uncertain it will work, but I can ring him beforehand. It's an option, I guess.""Well, tell m