Chapter 13 Dante
DANTE
Iknew the right answer to his question, but it wasn’t the one my body wanted me to give.
I’d had a hell of a night. I’d hardly slept.
I was angry—at myself for ever touching Alex, at Lorenzo for drawing us into this mess, no matter how unfair that was, at Remington for making unreasonable demands, and at my family for being fucking criminals in the first place.
And Alex was here when I’d told him not to come here again.
“Come in,” I ordered, and he did as I said. I took some small bowls from a cabinet and filled one with water and the other with the cat food I’d been putting out on the porch.
The cat—I’d been calling her Adenine, even though I’d told myself not to name her—raced toward the bowls and started eating. Fortunately, I’d gotten some litter and a litter box after she’d stopped by on a night when it was too hot for her to stay outside.
When I turned back to Alex, he was watching me with wonder in his eyes. He was so easy. All I had to do was treat a cat nicely, and he thought I was a decent man.
I looked him up and down, and desire surged through me.
I wanted to punish him. I wanted to fuck him so hard it hurt.
I wanted to hold him down until he screamed.
I wanted to show him what he was getting into by chasing after me.
I was tired of sending him away. Maybe the best way to get him to leave me alone was to show him exactly who I really was. “You want me?”
His mouth hung open as he nodded.
“You’ll regret this.”
“No, Professor. I won’t.” His voice shook as he said the words, and that made me smile. The side of me I hadn’t wanted him to see could feed off his fear.
“I’m not going to be gentle. I’m not going to be sweet. I’m going to use you. That’s the kind of man I am. I’m not the man you see in class every day.”
“I know that.”
“Do you? Do you have any idea what I did last night? I killed a man, and I didn’t think twice about it.
The people I’m involved with would make Randall look like a preschool teacher.
” He was shaking now as I backed him up against the wall.
“Are you ready to run away now? Already regretting your choices?”
“I…”
“It’s too late. You came here ready to give yourself to me.” It’s not too late. You can stop this. You can be sensible. Not tonight. Sensible was beyond me. I couldn’t fight off my primitive emotions in this state.
Alex shook his head. “No, I didn’t. I mean, yes, but I wanted to make sure you were okay. I knew you wouldn’t skip class unless there was a good reason.”
“There was a good reason. My brother needed me to help defend him. He’s fucking a younger man—one he has no business touching. Why should I be any better?”
“Dr. Theriot—Dante. I…”
“What? Tell me.”
“I don’t want to run away. I want to stay here. I want you to tell me what happened. I want you to trust me.”
I shook my head. “I can’t talk about family business, but you can help me.”
“How?”
“Strip.”
“I…”
“You asked for this.”
Alex nodded.
“Are you feeling shy all of a sudden?”
“No. Yes. I don’t know.”
I was being cruel. He took a step closer, and then another, until he was standing right in front of me. “Do you want me to kiss you again?” I softened my voice a little. I liked him afraid, but I didn’t truly want to hurt him.
He nodded.
“You were looking for danger, and you found it.”
He wet his lips before speaking. “There’s something about you. From the moment I saw you running before we even had class, I had to find out who you were. I wanted to follow you everywhere. I need to at least look at you.”
I wrapped a hand around his neck. “That’s enough talking.”
He nodded as I slid my thumb up and down over his Adam’s apple. His lips parted, and he looked up at me. His eyes showed a mix of fear and desire. I liked that he had the sense to be afraid of me, but he’d pushed me too far. He was going to get what he’d been begging for.
And I was potentially going to fuck up the one thing I’d carved out for myself in my life.
In that moment, I didn’t care. All I cared about was pinning him underneath me and making him beg me to take everything I wanted.
I pressed my body against his, forcing him into the wall behind him.
He sank his teeth into his lower lip as I took hold of his wrists, dragged his arms over his head, and held them there.
“Look at me,” I demanded.
When his gaze met mine, he sucked in his breath, as if he could finally see the danger I posed.
“Are you scared?”
He shook his head. “No.”
I squeezed his wrists hard as I thrust my hips against him so my cock rubbed against his. “Don’t lie to me.”
“I… I’m not scared of you.”
“You should be.”
“Okay. I am, but…”
“But you like it.” I thrust against him again.
He closed his eyes and let his head tip back against the wall. “More. Please.”
I placed my lips right by his ear. “Do you really understand what you’re asking for?”
He nodded but turned away.
“Tell me what you want. If I’m risking my career over you, then I deserve to know exactly what you think this is about.”
“I want you.”
I took both of his wrists in one hand and gripped his chin with the other, forcing him to look at me. “No, tell me more.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
My cock was so fucking hard, but I needed to press for more. “We’re getting there. Why me?”
“Why not? You’re hot and forbidden, and you know what you’re doing.”
“I do know what I’m doing. I know how to make you beg, how to make you cry, how to make you lose your fucking mind.”
He nodded. “Yeah. All that.”
I studied him for a moment, trying to put what I sensed into words. “You’re running from something. You think I can make it better.”
“No, I don’t. I just…”
“You think I can solve all your problems with my cock.”
“I wouldn’t mind if you tried.”
That almost made me laugh. “You understand now that I have you here, I could do anything to you.”
“You said you wanted to protect me.”
“Maybe I lied.” I wouldn’t let anyone touch him, but that wouldn’t keep him afraid.
“Randall is scared to even look at me.”
“Good. I don’t want anyone looking at you.”
He smiled. “You don’t?”
“No. I want to be the only one with that privilege.”
“I knew you were the possessive type. What would you do if I was with another man?”
The thought made me want to tear something apart. “You don’t want to know. Don’t test me.” He licked his lips. He was getting off on my threats. “You really don’t want to see me that angry with you.”
“Aren’t you angry now?”
“I’m angry at myself more than anything.”
He frowned. “Why? You—”
I didn’t let him finish. “This is nothing compared to how angry I would be if you let someone else fuck you. You started this, but you’re mine now.”
“Show me.”
I took hold of his T-shirt at the neck and ripped it down the front.
Alex’s mouth dropped open. “Fuck.”
“Off.” I pushed the remainder of the shirt over his shoulders and down his arms. He wiggled enough to let it drop to the floor.
I laid my hands against his pecs and slid them downward. When I pinched his nipples, he gasped, then said, “Harder.”
I did as he asked, and his whimper made my dick jump. “You like pain?”
“I… I guess so.”
“You haven’t tested it before?”
“N-no.”
I smiled. “I have.”
“Oh my God.”
“You’re so out of your depth with me.”
“I don’t care.” The shakiness of his voice told me he did.
“That makes it even more fun.”
I popped the button on his pants, pushed the zipper down, and then shoved them over his hips, pushing them until they caught at his knees, trapping his legs together.
I teased him, running my finger around the waistband of his briefs.
His breath was coming fast now, but it hitched when I slid my hands in and cupped his ass.
His warm skin felt delicious. I would love holding on to his firm cheeks while I fucked him or while I drew his cock into my mouth, sucking him dry, or spread his cheeks to taste his ass and eat it until he cried. There were so many ways to torment him.
I pushed his briefs down, and when his cock sprang free, I sucked in my breath. It was hard and dripping. He whimpered again, and I brushed my thumb over the slit, capturing a drop of precum. His mouth dropped open, and I brought the digit to my mouth so he could lick it off.
I let my gaze run over him. He was nearly naked and at my mercy. I wanted to taste every inch of him, his defined abs, his desperate cock, those thickly muscled thighs, and that round ass.
“Touch yourself,” I ordered.
“What?”
“You heard me. I want to watch.”
“O-okay.” He was thrown off, uncertain. I liked it.
He slid his hand along his cock, slowly, looking down and watching it. More precum gathered at the slit.
“Harder. Like if you were alone. Like when you were lying in bed, thinking of me.”
“Oh my God.”
“You’re gorgeous. I want to watch you.”
He started to lift his leg. “I’m… Can I take my pants off?”
“No. Stay just like that. You can’t move. You can’t go anywhere. All you can do is what I say. Jerk off for me.”
“Yes, Professor.”
That goddamn submissive, innocent tone he used made me remember I shouldn’t be doing any of this. If I had any sense, I would have sent him home. I’d make him pay for teasing me like that.
He worked his cock faster, much more the way I imagined him stroking it if he were alone.
“Look at me,” I demanded.
When he did, there was fear there in his eyes, but he didn’t look away. He held my gaze as he kept going, moving his hand faster and faster.
“Please. I… I’m going to come if I don’t stop.”
“You can go a little longer, but you absolutely cannot come.”
He shook his head. “I don’t think I can.”
“You’ll learn you can do whatever I ask.”
“Are you always this…”
“Evil? Yes.”
He frowned. “I don’t think you are.”
“I can be kinder, but I’m angry tonight. You shouldn’t be here, and I can’t stop myself. I’m going to punish you for that.”
“Please. I can’t.”
I wasn’t giving him any mercy. “Faster. Grip yourself tight.”