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“Fuck, Anya.” He dropped his mouth to my crotch and breathed in deep, savoring my smell. “You are a goddess.”
“Then worship me, Ursin.” I couldn’t believe I said the words.
He ripped my panties off. I didn’t know he’d done it until the cold AC air hit my exposed flesh, and the rip of delicate material soared in the air. I yelped at the abrupt move. This wasn’t worship, it was control. And I was okay with that too.
Ursin parted my legs and pushed down my knees until they met the mattress. I was open, exposed, and ready for him to do what he wished.
“You want me to lick this pussy?” He groaned into my flesh, and I whimpered a response. He paused for a moment, just to keep me waiting, as he always did, and then sank his mouth on me, swiping his tongue over my flesh.
I cried with the overwhelming sensations bursting over me. I’d never done this before. No man had ever gotten this close to me. And there was no way another man could come close to making me feel this good. I had no idea it could be this way.
Ursin moved his tongue around, circling, delving deep, teasing, and then outright punishing me. His pacing matched exactly what I needed—he just knew how to work my body. He was a man. I’d only been with boys before, that was more than clear.
And what happened when he took my virginity? What would I feel then? Destroyed? Owned? Loved?
Please be all those things.
He picked up the pace, moving against me rough and urgent, yet I felt nothing but the heightening of pleasure on the brink of explosion. And then, fireworks. Waterfalls. Parachuting through the sky at zero gravity. I squeezed my eyelids closed, letting the feeling, the all-consuming orgasm rip through me.
“Don’t hold back.” He rolled his fingertip over me, making me cry out more from overstimulation. With a satisfied laugh, he pushed up the hem of my shirt over my stomach to expose I didn’t wear a bra. He paused, his warm mouth kissing up my stomach. “You’re fucking bad, Minx. What other surprises do you have for me?”
He didn’t want to know. But I had to tell him. At least this one thing would affect us. The other surprises I had would never be spoken about.
“I’m a virgin.”
He stopped all movement and met my gaze. The heat between us stalled, but it didn’t subside. It changed. There was something else at stake, and it wasn’t just my virginity.
Chapter Twelve
Ursin Miller
A week passed since Anya dropped the bomb on me, and my obsession only grew. Each day I went into the lecture was absolute hell because she was the only one I could see and shouldn’t. But I looked for her, I sought her out in the auditorium, stopping to face her immediately. And I regretted I made her walk away from me that night.
I couldn’t take her virginity. I wasn’t a good guy. I couldn’t be if I was partaking in this thing with Anya. And the whole week we’d not been alone, I started to wonder if she wanted a good guy at all. Maybe I was exactly her type. She’d only known bad men, despite having gotten away from her father. But wasn’t I on the opposite side of the same coin?
I didn’t know anymore.
I put away bad guys, but my thoughts and own actions weren’t righteous. I wasn’t a monk. I wasn’t a believer in anything but justice at any cost. And that meant sometimes lying when it served a greater purpose.
It was the end of the third week of lecture, and I stood at the podium. I’d just given midterm exams. No one had finished yet, but the class was nearly over.
“Time check, students. You have five minutes to complete your test.” I scanned the massive room and locked eyes with Anya. But there was nothing there. No acknowledgement of what we did in my home. No sadness of what could have been. Did she care at all? I glanced away. This wasn’t the time to break down. “Don’t forget, I will drop your lowest grade. I hope that gives some of you solace who are bombing this session. You know who you are.”
I stepped away from the podium and waited for the bell to ring, which seemed like for fucking ever. I stood then and took exams as students handed them to me on their way out of the auditorium.
I made comments to students as they walked past, but my gaze was on Anya, who had been near the end of the line. She spoke to Reggie, a smile on her lips. I frowned. Was it wrong I didn’t want her to smile at another man, a boy? God, this was fucked. I looked away.
I missed her.
Would she offer herself to me again? Would we make something out of this forbidden atrocity we had going? One thing I knew, I wanted to devour her, and control her for long after this summer session. For longer than she may expect. Or want.
I wanted her to be mine again.
“Thank you for offering to drop our lowest grade, Mr. Miller,” she said in a tight voice once she was in front of me. The idea was hers. It was a fair compromise, one with precedence at the university. This was all negotiated before we became nothing.
“Yeah, really, Teach,” Reggie chimed in and I could have murdered him for even speaking to me after making my Anya smile.
I clenched my jaw. “I have you in my schedule for an office meeting in a few minutes, Anya.”
