Chapter 4

I stand there like an idiot,speechless, looking down at Lux's face. She wants me to believe what we shared was just a really good fuck?

Nah, I refuse to believe I imagined the charged energy between us. "Nothing special, eh?"

She nods, and her throat moves as she swallows, but she doesn't say anything.

Not taking my gaze off her, I open my robe, and unbuckle my belt, sliding it free of my slacks with a flourish. She must guess the direction of my thoughts because her eyes widen and she takes a step back. Fortunately, I'm blocking her only route to the exit, which is across the room.

Shrugging my robe off, I advance on her, belt in my hand, my gaze eating her up. A fucking cyclone could rip through this room right now, and I wouldn't know it. All my focus is on Lux, my cock stirring to life as I imagine all the different ways I could fuck her.

The backs of Lux's calves hit the dias, and she's forced to abandon her retreat. Her hands fly out in front of her as I continue to move forward.

"Stop," she says.

I brush her outstretched hand out of the way and pull the robe off her shoulders. It's the same white robe that every campus queen is given—but on her, it looks ethereal, the white velvet flowing over her body, accentuating her every delicious curve.

When I get within reach of her, I slide my hand around her back, so I can pull her against me. I dip my head, but instead of kissing her, I brush her hair over her shoulder and drag my lips up the column of her throat. My cock jumps, already swollen and ready to take what's mine.

"Roman," she says, a little breathy. "Stop. We're not doing this."

I chuckle. "See, that's the thing, Little Rabbit," I whisper against her soft, delicate skin. "You're under the impression you're the one in control here." My tongue darts out, and I can't help but get a taste of her. "But I rule over everything here, and that includes you—especially you."

She swallows, her throat moving beneath my tongue. "No one controls me, Roman—especially you."

I smile at her little quip there. Clever. But I happen to know it's a lie.

I push the robe all of the way off her shoulders, and it pools on the floor at her feet. She's wearing a short, sage-colored dress with a peasant neckline that's already falling off her shoulders. Pulling the low neckline down, I expose the lacy bra beneath.

Her hard, pink nipples are pressed against the semi-sheer lace, just begging to be licked. Goddamn. Reaching up, I touch my finger to the corner of my mouth to ensure I'm not drooling.

Fuck.Yes.

Her hand comes up between us as she tries to push me away. But it's too fucking late for that. There's a frenzied need inside me to prove that this toxic, fucked-up thing between us is something special, something grotesquely beautiful.

My lips find the lobe of her ear, then the line of her jaw, until my mouth meets hers. She doesn't kiss me back at first. She's resisting this, trying to prove to herself that I don't affect her.

She's a fucking fighter, I'll give her that.

My tongue breaches her mouth, and I force my tongue inside, literally devouring her, my kiss hard and insisting. Eventually, she gives in, just a little, kissing me back.

That little victory is all I need.

Somehow I manage to rip myself away from her, and I take a step back. It's time we begin our first lesson.

"Take everything off," I say. She's looking at me with those wide eyes, and bruised lips, but she doesn't move, and I'm forced to consider what I'll do if she refuses.

I'll strip her down myself, by force, if necessary.

I watch her carefully as she considers her options. Finally, after a few seconds, she lifts her chin. "I'm not doing this with you."

That spark of defiance in her eyes breaks something inside me, like an ember catching on the explosive energy that flows through my veins. I grab her roughly, and she flinches, but I know the shock is all for show. This bitch is manipulative. I can't forget that.

With a wicked smile, I pull the bodice of her dress down, over her breasts, and her hips, the fabric ripping as I yank it roughly over her thick thighs. I don't give a fuck and I don't stop. Her body jerks as I strip her down forcibly.

"Fucking asshole," she spits, kicking at me, sinking her hand into my hair and pulling hard. But I'm stronger than she is, and I have no trouble enforcing my will. The dress is torn, but it comes off her easily, until finally, she's standing in nothing but her bra and panties.

I step back and toss her dress aside. "Take the rest of it off."

She just stands there, staring up at me, that fucking defiance in her eyes. I told her about the darkness inside me. I'd warned her, and she's still fucking testing me.

Curling my hands into fists, I struggle to keep the anger at bay. But that fucking face, and those eyes. "Take it off," I scream, at the very edge of my patience.

Fuck, my cock is so hard now, I'll be lucky if I get two strokes in before blowing my entire load. Just the sight of her standing in front of me, nearly naked, that spark of fire in her eyes, I could rub one off now and come so damn hard.

But I want another taste of her. If only to prove to her that this fucked-up energy between us is real.

When she still doesn't move, I reach around and unhook her bra. Her panties are next, and I tear them, too, as I rip them from her body. I bring the small bundle of lace up to my nose and inhale, my eyes drilling into hers.

Shock registers on her face, a shock that excites me. I shove the panties into my pocket. "A souvenir," I say with a dark smile.

Now she's naked in front of me, her body trembling. This is the first time I've seen her completely naked, and fuck yes, she's everything. She has a perfect hourglass figure, all soft, round curves, and luscious flesh. There isn't a hard edge anywhere on her body.

She crosses her legs and reaches up to cover her breasts, but they're so large, they spill out of her hands, refusing to be contained.

I flick my chin at the large throne that's on the dias. "Sit on my chair," I say roughly.

When she doesn't move, I walk up to her and grab her jaw, pulling her face up to look directly into my eyes. "When I tell you to do something, you do it," I bite out.

I'm not fucking around. Not now.

She winces under my harsh grip, but she gets the message, because when I let go, she turns and storms up the dias, sitting gingerly on the very edge of my throne, looking far too proper for the whore I know she is.

I approach, then take her wrists, and secure them together with my belt. Lifting her wrists, I hook them over the pointed backrest. Her arms are bent over her head, and she's forced to slide back, deeper into the seat, which puts her at a more comfortable angle.

Taking each leg, I hook them over the carved armrests, so she's now completely open to me. Her nipples are hard, ready for my tongue, and I can already see her cunt is wet, the folds pink and glistening.

She refuses to look at me though, turning her head to the side, eyes scrunched closed.

"Look at me," I say.

"Fuck you, Roman," she spits out, trying to pull her legs off the armrests—but I place both hands on the pommels, trapping her. From this angle, I can smell her—that sweet, musty scent that invades my fucking dreams— and it creates a frenzy inside me.

My cock is so hard, it's painful.

Still holding the chair, I kneel in front of her and touch my tongue to her wet center. The second my tongue makes contact, I let out a deep, guttural moan. I feel like a man starved, getting my first taste of sugar—and I can't help myself, I glut myself on her, pushing my tongue inside, sucking her clit as I devour her.

Her every muscle is rigid, and I can tell she's trying to control her body's response, but as I continue my assault, burying my face between her thighs, eventually, she breaks. She moans loudly as my tongue strokes her, delving deep before pulling out and lavishing her clit with attention.

Releasing the chair, I palm her breast as I suck on her clit, my thumb brushing over her hard nipple. When I pinch the sensitive peak, her hips buck in response.

"Roman, God, please. Stop. Fuck. Stop now."

I pull back abruptly, coming up for air, every exhalation harsh and heavy. I don't want her to come just yet. I want to draw it out, torment

Her muscles relax, and her eyes close briefly as her body sags in relief. I stand and unhook my slacks, unzipping them, then I pull out my cock. It's heavy, and hot in my palm, and my balls are so full, they feel like they're about to fucking burst.

Her eyes drift to my cock, then back up to my face. I see the flicker of hunger flash across her face, but she's still fighting it. She shakes her head. "Don't do this, Roman."

I smile down at her. Seeing her this way, confined, and vulnerable, sends a jolt of hunger through my body that even I can't control. "I couldn't walk away from this if I tried," I say, honestly. "I'm quickly becoming addicted to you, Lux."

Reaching forward, I unhook her wrists, and pull her up, forcing her legs to curl around my hips, and I can't wait for another second, I push into her—hard—my cock slamming against her cervix, her tight pussy stretching around me, accommodating my size, just barely.

We moan in unison, and I find the nearest wall, pushing her up against it, pumping my hips, taking her as deep as I possibly can. As I fuck her, I bite her neck, consumed by the pleasure only she seems capable of giving me.

I'm so lost to sensation, so desperate for release, I can hardly breathe. My heart is hammering against my ribs, and all I can focus on is the heaven of her body—the only heaven I'll ever be admitted to, that's for fucking sure. But it's the only heaven I need.

Too late, I realize I didn't put on a condom, but I quickly decide it's fine, as long as I pull out.

Another several thrusts, and I'm already on the brink of coming. I can feel her channel begin to tighten, too, which spurs me on. Her tits are pressed against my chest, her warmth surrounding me.

"You want me to stop, baby?" I ask.

"Yes," she pants, her arms tightening around my neck, her thighs squeezing me a fraction tighter. "Get off me, you fucking monster."

Those last words were said with such hatred, that they make me smile. I want to come inside her so badly, mark her in a way she can't fucking scrub away, but that could create consequences I'd rather not face.

My climax is approaching hard and fast, and I have no choice but to set her down and rip myself away, finishing with my fist. I watch her as I pump once, then twice, imagining my cum coating her pussy.

She sags against the wall, watching me, her eyes riveted to my cock, and to the stream of milky come that erupts from the tip as I climax. Her jaw tightens, and she bites her bottom lip as she sinks to the ground. With her hands still secured, she tries to pleasure herself, but the angle is awkward, and she whimpers in frustration.

Cleaning myself off with her panties from my pocket, I tuck my cock back into my slacks and zip back up. Lux has slid down the wall and is sitting on the tiled floor, back against the wall, legs spread, looking beautiful, flushed and fucking furious.

I can't say I blame her. I pulled out before she could finish, and I'm sure she feels like a powder keg ready to blow. Her wrists are still tied together, otherwise, I'm betting she'd rub out a quick one herself.

I crouch down in front of her and touch my finger to the folds of her pussy. She's soaking wet, and I'm desperate to taste her again. Honestly, I could go another several rounds, but I want her to feel the loss of me, so I hold back.

This whole thing is about proving a point.

I brush my thumb over her swollen clit, and her head falls back against the wood-paneled wall, eyes fluttering closed. "Should I finish you?" I ask lazily, dragging my gaze down her anguished face.

Her mouth is open slightly, but no words emerge.

"You have to say it, Lux. You have to tell me you want it, or I"ll walk away."

Her brows scrunch, and I can tell she's fighting it, my stubborn Little Rabbit. Always fighting the snare. But if she's not careful, she'll tear herself up trying to escape me…