8. Dante
CHAPTER EIGHT
DANTE
Istood naked before Shaw, calculating my next move. Tonight, I wanted to see how far I could push him before he broke.
“Can’t decide where to fuck me?” I asked, watching his eyes dart between the students’ desks and the heavy oak table at the front. “Those little desks won’t support what I have planned for you.”
He gulped at the challenge. Good.
“The teacher’s desk,” I decided, moving toward it. “I want you to think of me every time you sit in class and see it. I want your cock getting hard during lectures, remembering how I felt around you.”
“What makes you think you’re calling the shots tonight?” Shaw’s tone carried a new defiance.
“Experience.” I leaned against the desk’s edge, legs parted. “Three nights in, and you still follow my lead like an eager puppy.”
When he closed the distance between us, I used his momentum to spin him around and slam him face-down onto the desk. His cheek pressed against the polished wood as he whimpered.
“Amateur,” I taunted, applying enough pressure to his twisted arm to keep him immobilized without causing actual damage. “Did you think you could overpower me? That I’d make this easy for you?”
He struggled beneath me, writhing against the desk. “Let me go.”
“Why would I do that when you look so pretty like this?” I pressed my body against his, my cock sliding between his ass cheeks. “Is this what you want? To feel me here?”
He went rigid. “Dan—”
“Careful,” I warned, increasing the tension on his arm until he yelped. “Names are dangerous in this place. You know the rules.”
I released his arm but kept him pinned with my larger frame.
“You’ve been thinking about it, haven’t you?” I murmured, my lips close to his ear as I rocked against him, my cock sliding along his crack with each movement. “Wondering what it would feel like to have me inside you.”
His body responded to the friction. “That’s not true.”
“Don’t lie. Your reactions give you away. Every. Single. Time.” I continued grinding against him. “You know what I think about sometimes? I imagine bending you over to make you beg for my dick.”
He made a strangled sound, half protest, half arousal.
“I’d make you feel every inch,” I continued, reaching around to find him rock hard. “You’d be so tight around me, your virgin ass gripping me like a vise.”
“Fuck,” he gasped as I stroked him while thrusting against his ass.
“That’s the idea.” I increased the pressure on the back of his neck, bending closer to speak into his ear. “But we both know you’re not ready for that. You’d break apart for me, and then where would we be?”
“Maybe I should come all over this pretty ass of yours,” I suggested, making him jerk underneath me in shock. “Mark you as mine without ever giving you what you want.”
He growled in protest, his body tense with resistance, but he still shivered.
“Would you enjoy that?” I taunted, grinding harder against him as I picked up speed. “My cum dripping down your thighs while you go home unsatisfied? A reminder of what you’re too afraid to ask for?”
“I’m not afraid,” he gritted out, trying to push back against me.
“Bullshit. You’re afraid of what it means that you want this so much. Afraid of what Jace would say if he knew you were bent over a desk, begging for another man’s cock.”
“I’m not begging,” he protested.
“Not yet.” I increased my pace, the friction harsh without lubrication. “But you will. One day, you’ll beg me to ruin you, to take everything you’ve never given anyone else.”
I was torturing myself as much as him, painting vivid pictures of things I couldn’t have here with Salvatore monitoring through the security cameras.
Our hour was ticking away, and I needed to redirect his attention before suspicion arose. I loosened my grip on his neck, creating enough space for what I knew would come next.
“Maybe you should show me what you really want,” I challenged.
He took the opportunity, twisting beneath me with unexpected strength. I allowed him to break free, letting him shove me backward until I was pressed against the desk.
“My turn,” he growled.
I smirked, making sure the camera caught my expression for Salvatore’s benefit. “Look at you, Mr. Big Man. Finally decided to take control?”
“You think this is funny?” Shaw snarled, pushing his erection against my ass. “You think I can’t handle you?”
“Prove me wrong. Show me you’re not just pretending to be dominant.”
He grabbed my shoulders and flipped me over, slamming me onto my back hard enough to knock the breath from my lungs.
“I want to see your face as you realize this isn’t an act,” he said.
Spreading my legs in invitation, I reached for the drawer and pulled out a condom. “Then take what you paid for.”
He snatched it from my hand, tearing the wrapper with his teeth. I watched his hands as he rolled it on, noting they didn’t tremble. Whatever line we’d crossed, hesitation was no longer part of the equation.
“Hurry up,” I taunted, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him closer. “The clock’s ticking. Or are you afraid you’ll finish too quickly once you’re inside me?”
He positioned himself at my entrance, but instead of slamming into me the way I wanted, he pushed in with excruciating slowness.
“I thought you were a quick study,” I complained as I tried to force him deeper.
“I’d rather not be a quick finisher.” He strained with the effort of resisting my attempts at taking control.
The slow pace was maddening as I felt every inch of him slide into me.
No one took their time with me. It filled me with a complicated emotion that had no place in my work when I was operating as Dragon.
When he was fully seated, he remained still, watching my face with an intensity that excited me.
There was more than one way to make him break. I clenched around him in silent encouragement to move faster. “I wonder what Jace would say if he could see you now.”
He moved with infuriating slowness. “Don’t talk about him.”
“Does he even know you’re gay? Or do you tell him you’re visiting a woman when you come here?”
He thrust harder out of irritation. “Shut up.”
“Uh-oh, did I hit a nerve?” I taunted, arching into him. “You’re honest with me about who you are. Why lie to your so-called best friend?”
Each question chipped away another layer of Shaw’s restraint. His pace increased, the careful control giving way to a more driving pace.
“Does he know how much you love fucking me?” I continued. “How hard you get while thinking about being inside me? At imagining what it’d feel like for me to fuck you?”
“I said shut up,” he growled.
“Make me. Show me what you’re capable of when you’re not pretending to be nice.”
Shaw’s mask dropped. He released my hips to grab my thighs, guiding them over his shoulders as he gave up all pretense of control. His grip was almost bruising in its intensity as each hard thrust drove the air from my lungs.
“Is this what you wanted?” Shaw demanded, sweat beading on his forehead. “To make me lose control?”
My laugh morphed into a groan as he hit my prostate. “There he is. The real you. Not the polite boy everyone else sees.”
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by the scraping of the desk legs against the floor.
“You don’t know me,” he insisted, but his body betrayed him, responding to my taunts with increasing ferocity.
“I know you better than anyone,” I countered, meeting each thrust with equal force. “I know what you hide from everyone else. I know what you want. Me.”
His hand found my cock, gripping it with the same intensity as his thrusts. The dual assault was overwhelming as he nailed the right spot, his hand working my shaft.
“Isn’t it interesting? You lie to Jace about everything, but you’re honest with me.” I broke off as a hard slam sent sparks through my body. “You show me who you really are.”
His pace became punishing, each thrust driving deeper, harder. The desk anchored our bodies as we moved with increasing desperation.
“You like that I see the real you,” I continued, delighting in watching his expression contort with pleasure and rage. “The you who wants to fuck another man until he screams.”
He leaned down, his face inches from mine, his breath hot against my lips. “And you enjoy being fucked by me.”
The assertion was dangerous, far too close to feelings we couldn’t afford to acknowledge with Salvatore’s cameras watching. “It feels so good when you stop pretending to be gentle and fuck me hard when you lose control.”
A ripple of rage reflected in his expression. “Is that all this is to you? A game?”
I smiled, cold and calculated. “Isn’t everything?” I had to play that way to save myself from the inevitable scrutiny when Salvatore checked the security footage to ensure I was being the perfect little puppet.
Shaw bent forward far enough that my knees touched my shoulders. The new angle let him drive deeper, each thrust sending shock waves through my body as I cried out in genuine pleasure.
“Tell me you want this,” he demanded.
“I want it,” I admitted, the words torn from me by the orgasm building as my balls tightened in anticipation. “Fuck me harder.”
He complied, his pace becoming almost brutal. I writhed under him, loving every second of his feral fucking.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded, his rhythm never faltering.
I wrapped my hand around my cock, stroking in time with each frantic pump of his hips. The combination was overwhelming, pushing me toward the edge I craved.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Show me how good I make you feel.”
I couldn’t look away from the intensity in his eyes or the flush spreading across his cheeks. To my shock, I almost gasped, “Shaw,” out of actual enjoyment. That was a line I refused to cross. I wouldn’t sully him by dragging his name into the dark world of the Gennaro family.
“Come for me,” he commanded.
My orgasm hit with violent intensity, tearing through me with a force that left me arching off the desk. I came across my stomach and chest, the evidence of my pleasure spattering between us.