Page 30 of Loving the Tormentor

"I like the mouth you got on you. You're clearly a good girl, but you're trying so hard to be a tough little thing." His voice is a low rasp now, and he comes to stand in front of me rather than next to me.

Bringing his hands to my hips, he lifts me up slightly, making my stomach clench with surprise and excitement. He sits me down on the desk and settles between my legs, and I can feel myself approaching euphoria. This can’t be real.

"You're being weird," I whisper.

"Weird?"

"Not yourself."

He barks out a genuine laugh. "You don't know me."

"Your reputation precedes you. I’ve been told you're an asshole. You don't make an effort with anyone, and you certainly don't give them compliments."

"Well..." Bringing the tips of his fingers to my cheek, he taps in a slow rhythm. I can feel the thickness of the calluses he'sbuilt over time from playing. "Maybe there's something about you that puts me at ease. Something that brings out the nice side of me."

His face is close to mine now, and I feel the vibrations from his words on my lips.

"Is that true?" My heart is racing, my entire body tingling from how good it feels to have him so close, to have him touching me.

He presses his lips to my jaw, traces all the way to the corner of my mouth, and I can't breathe anymore. As he skims over my mouth, in a moment of absolute insanity, I press against it.

He doesn’t need any other sign. His hand slides to the back of my head, gripping my hair as he keeps me against him. I kiss him savagely, sliding my tongue inside his mouth. I'm aware I'm pushing harder, more desperate than he is. But fuck, this feels so good. A dream come true.

"Or maybe," he says in a low voice against my lips as I keep trying to get more out of him. I feel him searching for something behind me, but I'm too focused on the taste of his lips on mine. "Maybe you're a fucking nuisance to me, and I've kept you in this room to teach you a lesson about your place here."

Something twists low in my stomach, and the second his hand leaves my hair, I wrap my arms around his neck, needy for his hot skin against mine.

It's only when I feel something graze the back of my neck that I register his words. Did he just say I'm a nuisance? That he's going to teach me a lesson?

Soft material brushes against the nape of my neck, and despite it being loose, panic grips my gut.

"What are you doing?" I pull away, or at least as much as I can, being stuck on the desk with him pressing against me to keep me in place.

"Weren't you warned?" He chuckles as I grab his wrists. It's too late; he's wrapped something around my neck, and a ball gets stuck in my throat.

"Don't do that," I whimper. "D-Don't… I hate it."

I try to get hold of the material, but the second I reach it, he tightens it.

He tuts at me, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "I can go much tighter."

I freeze, and he relaxes a little. "Put your hands on the desk."

"What are you doing?" My brain is desperate to keep me confused, to pretend bad things aren't happening, but my body already knows since it follows his order like it's going to save my life.

"Didn't your new friends tell you to stay away from me? They gave you a good list." He licks his lower lip. "They just forgot one thing." He presses his mouth to my right ear. "I'm very good at tricking stupid girls into thinking they're special to me. Sometimes, I even get them to believe I have a heart."

My eyes flick down to what he's holding, and when I see the burgundy and black from the SFU uniform, I finally understand what it is.

"Please take it off."

"You were so fascinated by my crooked tie a minute ago," he taunts me. "What happened, Nyx?"

I try not to hyperventilate, but fail miserably.

"I h-hate… Fuck. Please, I'm scared."

"Yeah." He presses his body between my legs, his hard-on against my lower belly. "I know. I heard you earlier. Now what I'm eager to know is what's so scary about having something around your neck?"