“You’re a disobedient little girl.” He gripped my hips tight, fingers digging into the flesh there, sliding his cock up and down my ass. ‘There are rules to fucking a man like me. Would you succumb to them?”
“Rules?” I breathed, my thighs slick with arousal. God, I was so turned on but all I could think about was his thick cock sliding into my pussy, fucking me until I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t walk.
“Are you still a virgin?” He bit my shoulder then sucked hard enough to make me squirm yet conscious of another stream of arousal flowing through my body.
I was tempted to lie but I knew it would be to my detriment if I did. “Yes,” I murmured, anticipation building quickly in my fluttering stomach.
“Good.” His hand dropped to cup my mound, squeezing. “Because mine is the first and only cock that’s going into this sweet little pussy of yours. Do you understand, Levana?” I nodded. “Defy me and Iwillpunish the fuck out of you.” He warned, his tone one not to mess with. “Trust me, smacking your arse with my palm has nothing on what my belt, riding crop or whip can do.” My body shuddered at the thought of him controlling me. To my surprise, he stepped away from me.
“What the hell?” I turned around, my skirt falling back into place as I stared at him in confusion. “Why ask if you’re not going to do anything about it?” I mumbled, annoyed with my inability to act unaffected. My gaze dropped to his crotch. The bulge of his rigid cock still very evident, so why was he stopping. I searched his deadpan expression for answers.
He swiped the tip of his tongue across his bottom lip, and I had the sudden urge to bite that thick fullness. “I learned the art of teasing long before you learned to talk, Snow.”
Lifting my eyes to meet his, I scowled. Aware my acts of teasing hadn’t panned out the way I wanted, further irritated me and I rolled my eyes. “Whatever—”
He crossed the distance between us in one quick stride grasping my neck in another tight squeeze. “Don’t roll your fucking eyes at me, little girl.” His dark green gaze pierced mine, and then as if he could see into my soul, he smirked. “We’ll fuck when you’re good and ready for me.”
I was breathing harder now. “What does that mean?” the words came out all soft and breathy.
His eyes, unreadable, searched mine. “I’m a man with certain...” He sucked his lip again and I was half-tempted to lean forward and lick it, only his grip on my throat prevented any movement. “Never mind.” He released my neck and stepped back.
Mourning the loss of his touch, I let out a frustrated yell, “God, you’re so confusing. So hot yet so cold. Open the one minute, closed the next. Friendly and sweet then all rude and mysterious. You say I’m all yours yet I’m not because you won’t fuck me. Aargh!” I shoved my hands into my hair and headed for the kitchen. There, I searched the fridge then grabbed a soda.
“Do you know what the meaning of duality is, Levana?” Two sips in, I turned. Saint stood at the entrance, one shoulder pressed into the frame, with his hands in his jean’s pockets, his eyes on me. My brain was too muddled to think right now, and I shook my head. “It refers to an object or subject, depending on how you look at it, possessing two parts often with opposite meanings.” I frowned and he added, “like naughty and nice, love and hate, up and down. The comparisons are many and can go as far as mirroring worlds with opposite circumstances.”
“So, pretty much how I described you just now?” I grinned, earning a soft smile. Setting the soda on the island between us, I pulled myself up onto the countertop.
Saint pushed away from the door and when he reached me, parted my legs to stand between them. His hands slipped up my thighs to cup my ass cheeks, his touch warm through the material of my skirt. We stared at each other for a moment before he said. “You’re more right about me than you know. An unusual first because not many people can read me. But.” He paused, his brow ridged in deep frown lines. Placing both my index and middle fingers on his forehead, I gently smoothed the grooves. He let out a small laugh before continuing, “but you seem to. Almost like you have a secret ability to read my soul, catching me completely unawares, most times.”
“Should I take that as a compliment?” I teased.
He didn’t say anything for a moment, and I silently wished I did have that secret ability to read his mind. What mysteries lurked there?
“You’re not as brave as you’d like everyone to think, Levana,” his voice was soft, gentle. “You’re afraid of getting your heart broken or worse, you feel inadequate at times. I don’t blame you. With a mother like yours, any child would feel that way. Yet with me, you wear your heart on your sleeve. Why is that?”
Caught off guard, I stumbled through my thoughts then uttered a laugh that sounded way too nervous to my ears. “I thought we were discussing you and duality?”
“Everything you feel here,” he touched a finger to where my heart lay. “Is written on your face. Whether I’m impolite, friendly, narcissistic toward you, I can read every single emotion you think you’re hiding. Why haven’t you given your virginity away? Why do you want me to fuck you?”
“Those are stupid questions, and you know it.” I pushed at his chest wanting to get out of his embrace, but he didn’t budge.
His hand covered mine on his chest. “In order for me to give you what you want, you need to voice your desires. Withholding them only hampers your pleasure and heightens your pain.”
Suddenly irritated with his indecision, I cupped his face and leaned forward until our noses touched. “For once, just quit being a teacher and see me as the girl you met at Winthrop, as the girl you almost fucked but sent away instead.” My insides churned, anticipating his reaction. “Make me feel whole again, Saint. Others including my mother might have broken me, but you tore me to shreds. Twice. Once as a stranger and once as someone I trusted as a friend. And only you can fix me. If you can’t, say so and leave me alone.” There, I’d just laid it out in plain and simple words.
I saw the shock in his eyes before it replaced his slight smile. “I’m sorry, Snow. That wasn’t my intention both times.” He stepped back, dragging a hand through his hair. “I thought I was protecting you from me, but it seems like I did more damage than I foresaw.”
Surprised, I frowned. “Why would you want to protect me from you.” When he said nothing, I sighed. “Is it because you’re my teacher?” Still no response. “Like I said, you’re the most confusing, mysterious person I’ve ever met.” With a deflated shrug, I slipped off the counter. “Forget I said anything. You can see yourself out,” I called over my shoulder heading for the back door.
