My world stayed dark as I kept my eyes shut. Repulsion licked through me. Her tongue was vile. Her touch repugnant. At no point did my thoughts betray me. I found no pleasure in her loathsome touch.
But thanks to the magic of chemicals, what I felt inside no longer matched the outside. My cock swiftly swelled in her mouth. My balls gathered tight. My belly knotted.
My arm stayed tight over my face as every muscle bunched. Repellent desire crept through my blood, tangling with the righteous nausea.
For long, torturous minutes, she sucked me.
And I let her.
For eternal, horrendous moments, she coaxed my body into forsaking me.
And I didn’t stop her.
The quicker she fucked me. The quicker she’d grow bored of me. The quicker I was free.
The bed creaked again as she climbed on top of me. Her thighs spread over my hips, straddling my cock.
Fuck.
This was really going to happen.
I groaned under my breath, sounding like a trapped animal waiting for slaughter as she speared up my cock and sank down slowly.
The first sensation of her body claiming mine was the cruellest thing in the world. Cruel because my virginity was Olin’s. Cruel because I was supposed to want this, enjoy this, remember this. Cruel because no matter how wrong and revolting this was, my body was no longer mine but an enemy, and it felt good.
Horribly, disgustingly good.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I trembled so much the bed rocked as my goddamn teacher inserted every inch of me inside her. She didn’t say a word until I was fully sheathed. Her body was hot and tight, and I was trapped. Totally fucking trapped.
“You’re big. Anyone ever tell you that?” Her breathy voice throbbed with sex. Her hips rolled, welcoming me deeper. “Long and thick. You were made to fuck, Gilbert Clark.” She rocked on top of me, dragging an unwilling grunt from my chest. “I’ll teach you everything you need to know.” Her fingernails raked down my chest as she sat higher on her knees and thrust against me.
Stars exploded behind my eyes. A snarl of lust ricocheted down my legs.
But I never removed my arm. Never looked at her. If I didn’t see, I wouldn’t remember. I wouldn’t have to look at my body in my most hated enemy.
She gathered speed, using me, fucking me. Her ass slapped against my thighs every time she sat on me, shoving me deeper, making me twitch and tense.
Primitive nature demanded I drive my hips upward. The instinctual motions of mating fighting against my control to just lie there.
I was not a willing partner.
I did not want this.
I fucking hated her.
I want to kill her.
Yet my body no longer listened to me.
Sweat broke out over my skin as I struggled, but Ms Tallup just bent over me and licked the salt from my flesh, making my nipples pebble and breath catch.
“You’ve been a good student at school, Gilbert.” She thrust again. “But you’re not being a very good one now.” Her fingers tugged at my arm blindfolding me—the one thing barricading me from the truth of what was happening. “Look at me. Watch me fuck you. I’ll show you things those whores you live with don’t know how to do.”
I turned my head, keeping my eyes locked tight as she dragged my arm from my face.
Her breathing turned to panting as she rocked over me, again and again. My ears pounded with my erratic pulse. My body hardened to the point of pain.
It wasn’t a natural erection.
It was forced. Just like this sex was forced. Just like all my choices had been forced.
And I hated her. I detested every sound, every thrust, every touch.
Anger mixed with the rapidly growing hunger in my blood. I wanted to wring her neck and throw her body in the river.
She deserves to die.
She slapped me.
I grunted as my eyes flew open of their own accord, snapping onto her flushed face just as a gush of wetness made her slide deeper over me.
The act of violence turned her on.
Her gaze glittered with malice and lust, riding me with her hands flat on my belly and nails digging into my skin.
Being forced to witness what she did to me broke something inside me. Something I’d always prided myself on. A gentleness that I’d nursed and protected even while my father tried to beat it out of me. I kept people at arm’s length, but those I let close got everything I had.
Olin owned every part of me.
She always would.
But thanks to this bitch, I could never have her.
That dream was gone.
That future destroyed.
Stolen from me.
Forever.
Fuck.
My anger slipped up a notch, licking with flames.
Ms Tallup rode me faster, her breasts bouncing, her thighs spread and hairless pussy devouring my cock.
She’d taken everything good in my world and annihilated it.
She’d decided my fate.
She’d sullied me, defiled me, and ensured I was no longer good enough for someone as pure as Olin.
She’s murdered my one chance at happiness.
My fists curled.
The flames in my heart incinerated my anger, turning it into ash and rage.
How dare she?
How fucking dare she steal everything from me?
How dare she take Olin?
How dare she snuff out my life before I’d had a chance to improve it?
“Fuck me, Gilbert. Don’t just lie there. Fuck me.” Her cheeks glowed a violent red. Her body clutched mine deep inside her, seeking a release.
My own rage answered hers, tightening with sickening hunger for everything to be over.
To stop.
To end.
And the ash and rage switched into black, dripping savagery.
I was past the point of humanity.
Past the point of rationality.
This woman had murdered my only hope and dream.
She’d stolen Olin.
She’ll pay.
Jack-knifing up, I grabbed her and smashed her onto her back.
My cock stayed lodged inside her as I slammed a hand over her mouth, pressing her skull into the mattress with barely restrained fury. “You want me to fuck you, Jane Tallup? Fine. I’ll fuck you.” My hips soared into hers, painfully, mercilessly. “I’ll fucking drive you into the goddamn ground.” The bedframe screamed as I let loose.
Every hatred and depraved, disgusting thought I’d ever had poured out of me as I tried to kill my teacher with sex.
She gasped behind my palm. Her eyes wide and watering with lack of air supply.
I didn’t care.
I honestly didn’t care if she died beneath me.
My flesh crawled as pleasure darted down my back the harder I screwed her. My teeth bared as I dug my knees into the bed and thrust, thrust, thrust.
No thoughts, no barriers, no boundaries.
I hated her.
And that hate was a brutal, blinding thing.
Her breasts jerked with each of my impales.
Her hair tangled beneath her.
Her teeth scraped my palm as her arms fought me.
Her gaze turned chaotic with lust and fear, and even that didn’t stop me.
I pressed her head harder into the mattress, doing my best to crush her. To break her. To crack her skull and be done with it.
She moaned and thrashed, clawing at my wrist.
I merely attacked her harder. “You wanted me. You don’t get to stop me now that you’ve destroyed me.” I buried my face into the crook of her neck as my hips pistoned, over and over. My hand suffocated her as my body squashed hers.