“Okay!”
Up on stage, Evelina claps her hands together twice, ripping my attention back to reality and away from the glorious mental images of stuffing her panties into her mouth and pinching her clit while I empty my balls up her ass.
Settle down.
Fucking make us, pussy.
I quietly clear my throat as I watch Evelina step to the front of the stage and turn to face her students.
“Guys, great work today. Seriously. Keep working on the idea of doing without thinking when it comes to thatfouetté à la seconde. Remember, if you’re counting down to it, you’re going to miss it. Ithasto be anticipated. And if you have any questions, seriously, just text me, okay?”
Her students cluster around her, peppering her with questions, smiles and a few shy hugs before they trot away, leaving her alone on the stage. Evelina’s shoulders drop a little, like she’s been performing an act and can finally be herself again now that the curtain is down. I watch as she stretches her arms above herhead, then sprints across the stage and launches into a series of thosefouettés à la secondeshe was just teaching.
Fuck.Me.
She’s amazing.
I watch as she spins again, her leg effortlessly kicking up toward the stage lights high above as she turns and turns andturnsbefore coming to another graceful finish. Her small chest rises and falls, and she exhales heavily before rising up on her toes again with her back to me, giving me a lovely view of the tight globes of her ass, framed by her tights and leotard.
Evelina flinches when I start to clap from the back of the theater. She whirls, and I relish the way her face pales and then heats when she realizes who I am.
Her hands clench and unclench erratically at her sides, and her delicate throat bobs up and down as I calmly walk down the aisle toward her.
“Wh-what are you doing here?” she stammers as I come to a stop at the lip of the stage.
“Watching you.”
Her face heats. “No… I mean, what are you doing here at Knightsblood?”
I cock a brow. “We just covered that.”
Evelina’s lip retreats between her teeth, and she crosses her arms. “I…”
“It is important that an Adept keep tabs on their Acolyte during the initiation period.”
I say it with all the excitement of someone reciting from a textbook. Her mouth twists.
“I… I’m still your Acolyte?”
“Is there any reason you wouldn’t be?”
Her brow knits. “I…I mean…we haven’t talked since the other?—”
“Have you said your word?”
She squirms a little under my gaze, her teeth raking over her lip.
“No,” she says quietly.
“Then you’re still my Acolyte,” I murmur. I roll my neck and frown, pointing at the apron of the stage. “Sit.”
Evelina bristles, fire sparking in her gray eyes.
I exhale heavily. “Please. I’m not a fan of looking up to talk to you.”
She grins. “Well,” she blushes, her arms dropping to her sides as she pads to the front of the stage and sits on the edge, her legs dangling down. “Now you know howIfeel.”
“I think we both know I’mwellaware of how youfeel,” I murmur, relishing the way her face turns bright red. She sucks in a breath as I move toward her, her petite frame shivering as my hands go to either side of her, caging her in.
