• I really only recommend listening to this song when the scene comes •

"While scientists are still investigating the solution of Fermat's last theorem, they have confirmed this morning that the handwriting used to solve the mathematical problem does not match any of the registered students or teachers at the Alexandrettia. Investigations will continue during—"

Mia sighed and shut off her phone. Streaming the live newsfeed going on outside turned out to be a bad idea. People were still obsessing over that mysterious genius. Zoe said the story might even get picked up to go national.

But Mia had gotten over it. So what if there was a genius amongst them? There were loads of geniuses at the Alexandrettia, it wasn't that big a deal. Everyone was just having a conniption over this one because whoever it was chose not to come forward. It was stupid, really. Why spend time solving such a difficult problem, only to chose to stay in the dark?

She didn't even want to spend time thinking about it. She had bigger things to worry about – like her classes.

It had been over two weeks now and Valenches still hadn't let her see the inside of his classroom. She was slowly falling behind and Mia was beginning to grow desperate. She was spending so much time in the private art studios, she'd barely seen Anna and Zoe all week. She was exhausted from all the work, and at the end of the day, it still hadn't paid off. She still wasn't in class and she still had no inspiration.

Mia now automatically thought back to the last time she had been cooped up in one of the art studios; Eli had walked in and seen her staring at her blank canvas and then proceeded to take her breath away in every translation of the phrase.

His body had been amazing – like very chiseled and gorgeously muscular – but the artwork on it had been even more so. Every line looked like it had its own story, every image was a reflection of something inside him. Mia had particularly liked the art on his chest and neck; All of the whimsical feathery lines and patterns. So beautiful. So intricate. So meaningful.

Without even realizing it, Mia picked up a pencil and begun sketching out a male body on her black canvas. The measurements could've been a bit off, but she knew who she was drawing. Especially when she begun sketching out an image of Kali on the male body's stomach.

For a couple of hours, Mia completely disappeared into her drawing. All the fine detailing, all of the shading. Eventually she moved on to charcoal pencils and begun filling in the black parts of his tattoos – Eli's tattoos.

She worked so concentrated she blocked out all sounds, all lights, all everything. It was only when she took a step back to admire her progress, she suddenly collided with a strong body and got pulled out of her concentration.

"That's me," A deep voice said before his tattooed hands grabbed her arms, preventing her from turning around. "You fucking drew me?"

Mia sucked in a breath and looked up and over her shoulder. She would never get used to his intense eyes, the constant clenched jaw or the deep cheekbones. His eyes were drilling into her canvas, looking at it as if he wanted to punch it or something. Maybe burn it. She couldn't describe it.

"How did you get in?" She said, squirming out of his arms. He let go. "This studio is locked, I booked it."

He held up his hand, and around his middle finger, a large set of keys dangled. "Janitor privileges."

"They gave you keys to all the rooms?" Mia asked incredulously. "Are they out of their minds? Why don't they just give you the golden trophies and save you the trouble?"

"I'm already on probation, princess, why would I steal? I have no intentions of going to prison again."

She blinked in shock. "Again?"

Eli didn't reply, just turned his attention back to her canvas with the image of him on it. He took a few steps towards it and then tilted his head slightly to the side. He narrowed his eyes. "Why did you draw me?"

"I..." Mia didn't know how to reply. She considered lying for a brief moment and sticking to some pathetic lie about 'how it wasn't him' or 'it's just a coincidence it looks like you'. But even someone as brainless as him wouldn't fall for that, so instead she came clean. "Because you were right. You have a body full of inspiration and so I borrowed a little. I only focused on the tattoos though, so don't go thinking it's because I like you."

"You drew my piercings," He flatly stated. "They inspiration as well, princess?"

Mia gulped. She'd done that on a whim. "They added to the aesthetic appeal."

He scoffed, clearly not buying it. She didn't blame him; she had always been a terrible liar.

"You know what I think?" Eli said and now turned around to face her. His sharp eyes met hers. "I think you changed your mind."

"What?" Mia snapped. The truth was, inside her something was happening. Looking at him made her body spark with... something. And it burned. There was like an aura around him that radiated pure, unadulterated sex. Mia wanted to believe she was immune, but after last time they had been alone, she realized that wasn't the case. The way his eyes were currently staring at her told her this was about as dangerous as the attraction got; He just looked at her like she was edible, and in the most cannibalistic ways possible, too.

And Mia truly feared that she liked it.

He now slowly walked up to her and made Mia back away involuntarily. It was instinct, but he didn't give a damn fuck. He kept coming closer. "How long has it been since you got some real inspiration?" He asked, crassly.

Fire flared through Mia's eyes. "Non of your goddamn business, asshole."

"That long?" He cocked a provocative brow. Came even closer. Too close. "I think you could use some. You want some?"

Mia backed even further away. Soon she wouldn't have an escape route unless she suddenly attained the ability to walk through walls. She decided she had to stick up for herself and fight. "No, I fucking don't, you psycho, and definitely not from you."

"That so?" He replied, his voice lowering an octave. "Then why are you breathing so heavily, princess?"

Mia didn't respond this time. That sparked a note of satisfaction in Eli. She hated it. She hated herself, but mostly, she hated him. He was a criminal, a vandalizer, a goddamn idiot, and he was openly trailing his eyes down her summer dress, as if imagining already how it would look on the floor.

Or maybe he didn't spend time thinking about that at all. Maybe he was thinking about all the ways he could fuck her and fuck her up. That seemed more likely. When his dark eyes locked with hers again, Mia had to swallow.

– Her panties just dampened.

"I think it's because you want some inspiration," He then whispered, now towering right above her, but leaning down to her. "Some rock... hard... inspiration."

"Fuck... you," Mia breathlessly whispered.

"Bring it, bitch."

And then it just happened.

Eli grabbed her hips and brutally picked Mia up off the floor, before the next second, he was ramming her up against the wall behind them. Mia let out a painful cry as her spine connected with the hard surface, and she harshly gripped onto Eli's shoulders for leverage. Their eyes met for the shortest of seconds, and Mia swore she saw lightening flashing within his eyes, but the next moment, they were gone.

Eli mashed his lips against hers and kissed her hard, not giving her a second to adjust to him. He forced them apart and then plundered into her mouth, ripping a moan from her as he invaded her – slaughtered her.

Kissing him was like something Mia had never experienced; it was brutal wild and raw, not passionate or even affectionate. He didn't give two fucks about sweet romance – he was harsh and determined, and knew exactly what he wanted and what to do to make Mia tighten her legs around him. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, rolled it between his teeth and drew a whimper from her throat as he bit down without holding back.

She knew her lips would bruise after this. She knew it would be showing for days. But she didn't care. Not even one bit. If harsh was what he met her with, then harsh was what she'd bring back.

Mia locked her hands around his skull and dragged her fingernails down his scalp when he pressed her hips tighter against his own, letting her come in contact with his hard bulge. Heat exploded inside Mia and she couldn't help but whimper again. She involuntarily ground her hips against him to feel more of him, to get that burning friction, but Eli didn't allow it.

With a hard swoop, he shifted her sideways to a table that was pushed up against the wall and then set her down. Jars with art brushes and paint got knocked over and pushed aside as he trapped her there, back against the wall, ass on the table. Never once did their lips break contact; Every time Mia tried to gasp for her breath, Eli forced his lips on hers again and took away any breath she might need. It left Mia panting and had her writhing in her spot, whimpering.

Desperately, her hands begun to work their way to the front of Eli's suit, and slowly, she found the zipper and dragged it down, all the way down to his hips. He didn't stop her. When it reached its end, Mia brought her hands to his chest again and smoothed her fingers over his hard pecs, feeling them tighten under her touch. His nipple piercings tickled her palms.

Eager, Mia slid her hands down to his pants beneath the suit, but before she could get to them, Eli grasped her wrists and pinned them up against the wall. She gasped breathlessly when he then sensually slid his hands down her arms to her shoulders, all the way to the sides of her body until they reached her hips. Her skin was on fire as he finally rested his palms on her thighs, wrapped his hands around them and squeezed.

Mia couldn't think. What were they doing? What was she doing? How did it happen? Where was her common sense? Where were her morals? Her values? Her fucking pride?

As Eli let his hands glide up under her dress to squeeze her ass, Mia shuddered and got the answer to her questions.

All in the fucking palms of his hands.

She arched her back and heard herself moan as he dragged her ass closer to his front and let her get another feel of his bulge against her crotch. Mia trembled and whimpered again when he then began slowly grinding himself against her, giving her that friction she wanted. Cream flooded in her panties and soaked her through and through.

Finally, Eli ripped his lips from Mia's and had her gasping in a hard breath, her lungs burning. Her head tilted back as he kept rubbing his crotch against hers, releasing wave after wave of pleasure that begun hurting as the buildup in her lower abdomen tightened. She was throbbing for him. She was losing her mind. She couldn't hang on much longer. She needed him, needed a release.

But Eli only grasped her neck and slowly brushed his thumb along her jawline, clearly enjoying her painful undoing. "Gone completely mute, have you, princess? Nothing more to say to me?"

Mia bit down hard on her lip when she felt his mouth now suddenly latch onto her neck, sucking onto her skin. Words were building up in her throat, but they choked as his tongue licked across her jugular. Too hot. Too much.

It was time to make up her mind; was she really going to fuck this guy she hated for a little bit of inspiration? Was she that desperate, or was there something more to it?

Either way, she was a grown ass woman. She could drive, she could drink and she could fuck whoever she wanted to – even if that someone was a complete stranger who happened to be a criminal.

This was the 21st century; Nobody but herself could judge her for who she slept with. And like another very wise woman had said; 'She could do whateva' she wanted.'

And what she in this moment wanted, was Eli.

Mia therefore grasped onto the collar of his suit and ran her hands down his chest again. She was heading for his pants once more, but like before, Eli seized control again.

He ripped her hands away and then suddenly picked her up again and made her stand on the floor. He kicked the small table aside and then wasted no time to shove her up against the wall again, pinning her there once more.

Mia gasped and then got forced to meet his eyes. They were angry and dark, staring into her skull.

"Unbutton me," He rawly commanded. His face was stone cold as he said it.

Even despite knowing what she did, Mia swallowed and then looked down at his pants where she could see his cock straining behind his denim. It was big and hard and looked uncomfortable as hell. She slowly brought her hands to his hips and then begun unbuttoning. She looked up and met his eyes as she did, swallowing again when he just kept staring coldly at her. Provocatively. Mia flattened her lips.

"What?" He then tauntingly voiced, his voice like a jab. "Scared of it?"

Anger flared up inside her. "No," She harshly replied. She wasn't scared of him.

He let out a small, mocking scoff. "Stupid."

"I'm not stupid," Mia growled, yanking his pants open. "If there's a stupid person in this room, it's y—"

Without warning, Eli grabbed her hips and spun her around. Mia let out a yelp as he mashed her up against the wall, grabbing her neck tightly and pinned her there.

"I am so fucking sick of your big mouth," He snarled thickly in her ear, anger gritting through his vocal cord. "You just have no fucking idea, do you? All the things I could show you. All the things I could fucking do to you."

Mia let out a whimper as he tightened his grip on her neck, letting pain go through her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to breathe. I'm not scared, I'm not scared, I'm not scared...

"Fuck," She feebly whispered when his hand then slowly crept up under her loose summer dress, running up her inner thigh. "Eli..."

"That's right," He gripped harder onto her neck and yanked another whimper from her. "Fuck."

With her cheek pushed against the cold, white wall along with her palms, Mia felt as he now grabbed her hips and forced her ass out. Bending at a sloped angle, she then felt his warm hand circle around the waistband of her thong.

"Eli," She breathed again when he curled his finger around it, pulling at it, testing its delicate resistance. "We don't have a—"

"I might be covered in ink, but I'm squeaky clean," He harshly replied, now letting her thong go, the elastic band pinching her as it slapped back against her skin. She let out a small squeak. "I doubt your rich pussy has ever even heard of an STD, and I know princesses like you pop the pill like your fucking lives depends on it." He now gripped her thong again and pulled it down, letting it slide down over the globes of her ass. "So unless you have a problem with getting fucked without a glove, I see no problem in me fucking you right here, up against this wall."

Mia didn't know if she could trust his word on being clean, but he had been right about one thing; She did pop her birth control every morning, and as for unsafe sex, that was something she hadn't tried before – probably because she hadn't had particularly much sex in the past. Her last boyfriend was a cheating bastard who enjoyed receiving rather than giving.

One thing was certain though; She knew how badly she wanted to get fucked right now, and back-peddling because of the lack of a condom wasn't something she was going to do. All the doctors and sex educators she had ever had were screaming in her head, but she just didn't care. Instead she pressed her rear backwards into Eli's hips, begging him not to stop what he was doing.

"Good girl," He replied, letting her thong slide down her legs. "Now bend over and keep your hands on the wall."

With shaky movements, Mia did as he told her to do. She exhaled heavily as she bend over forward and braced herself against the wall. She then shuddered when she felt his touch on her inner thigh, so very close to where all the moisture in her body seemed to have gathered. Just a little higher...

She whimpered in disappointment when his touch then suddenly vanished, only to then gasp when she felt him grasp her summer dress and then pull it up, exposing all of her to him. The hairs on her neck rose and a rush went up her spine as she felt his eyes watching her, slowly taking in her dripping wet folds and round, lush globes.

It seemed like she stood like that forever, on full display and scrutinized under his burning stare, and she actually for a split second thought he might have left her like that, until suddenly, she felt him. She jumped at his touch and let out a gasp.

He slowly cupped her round globes and squeezed them, making Mia tremble and choke on a moan. She bit her lip when she then felt him spread her asscheeks, watching what she knew was her tight little asshole. He wouldn't... would he?

And then he suddenly smacked her.

Mia jolted forward and let out a small screech as the burn stung on her left asscheek. She tried to comprehend what had just happened and then she slowly took a deep breath.

He just spanked her. 

"Fine ass for a white chick," He then crassly commented, squeezing her globes tightly. "How much did it cost?"

Oh, no he didn't. He did not just imply she had bought her ass.

"Asshole," She angrily hissed, balling up her fists against the wall.

But Eli only smacked her ass again and caused her to yelp at the shock again. "I see your asshole. Want me to fuck that, too?"

Mia's lungs closed and her core clenched at his words. It was the way he just said it; So casually, so relaxed, like it wasn't a forbidden topic. He spoke like he was serious. Maybe because he was.

Jesus fuck, what had she gotten herself into?

He didn't give her more time to think when she now she felt his hands press down on her back and forced her to arch forward even more. If it wasn't for her yoga classes, it would've been a very uncomfortable position, but luckily, Mia was flexible enough and complied to his touch. She arched further down, her ass and pussy exposing itself more.

It was so boundary breaking, standing completely exposed like that, at his mercy. Mia seriously didn't know what she had gotten herself into or what had gotten into her.

– But she knew what was about to.

She choked on a gasp as she suddenly felt what had to be the blunt of his cock pressing at her entrance. She blew out a breath of air and felt a whoosh in her stomach as he slid himself up and down her folds, tickling her sensitive clit with small bumps of his warm crown.

She hadn't even sensed him shift or move to free himself. He was suddenly just there, at her throbbing entrance, spreading her folds apart as he teased her. Tormented her.

"Fuck," She breathed and couldn't help but let out a small cry as he kept torturing her, just running his length up and down her soaking folds, making her produce more cream. She coated him, dripping onto him with her silk. Her legs started to shake from anticipation and her breath begun to stutter. She felt like she was going to pass out.

"Can't the princess handle it?" Eli mocked behind her, pressing his head to her clit, causing her to whimper again from the burning sensation. "So used to a prince fucking you. Afraid I'm going to wreck you?"

"Oh for fuck's sake," Mia cried out, her whole body shaking so impatiently, her knees were about to give out. "I'm not a fucking prin—"

Mia screamed as Eli chose that moment to thrust himself inside her snug pussy, stretching her so far, she felt like he split her wide open.

He made it almost halfway inside before her pussy clenched around him, wanted him to halt. He was so big, so invasive, so much, she couldn't take it. She hadn't been ready for it, not prepared. Pain seared through her and made her cry out, shaking as her walls tore around him. Too much. It was too much.

But of course he didn't care. Mia felt him pull out, only to ram himself back inside, splitting her even wider. She screamed and bucked beneath him, felt as her pussy stretched impossibly, trying to accommodate him. He slid further in, now almost buried completely within her.

"You're fucking tight," He said behind her, his voice sounding hard, but strained. "Tell me you're not actually a virgin."

Mia shook her head, but whimpered as he moved within her, drew back a little, then pushed back in. She squeezed her eyes shut. "N-no... fuck. How big are you?" Too big. Too wide. Too much.

"You're the smart one. Feel for yourself."

Mia cried out when he reared back and then thrust so deep inside her, he finally reached bottom within her and buried himself fully inside her. "Eli!"

Mia was shaking as she felt his full length throb within her, stretching her so impossibly much, she thought she was going to collapse. The sensation was unreal, hurt, but at the same time made her feel full in a way she never wanted to lose. She could feel every vein going up his cock, the deep pulsing of his head against her cervix, and the hard steel of his length that was buried in between her legs. Her pussylips were stretched tightly around him and her clit throbbed at the pressure.

He was big. Mia couldn't calculate exactly how big, but he was the biggest she had ever had. The slightest movement made her clench around him and had her shuddering, had her pussy weeping new juices.

She was going to feel him for days after this.

Reeling back, Eli slowly drew out of her and then slammed himself back in. A moan ripped from Mia as the thick friction tickled her nerve endings crazy, made her knees wobble. She was barely standing as it were when Eli then suddenly gripped her hair and wound it around his hand, then yanked hard and made her head jerk backwards. Mia cried out as he followed it up with another hard thrust, one that made her see stars.

– Actually passing out was becoming a real possibility.

"Eli..." Mia moaned and then felt her mouth fall open as he wrapped his other hand around her thigh, using it as countermeasure as he drew back again and then forcibly plummeted back inside her. Mia jerked forward hard, but Eli held her back by her hip, leveraging each of his brutal thrusts by yanking her back on his length. He kept repeating, thrusting in and out of her and yanking her back, until finally, Mia felt herself slip into some other universe.

Her cries turned into screams as Eli went wilder, faster, harder – driving into her with no abandon. Mia couldn't sense anything but his cock anymore, the deep, brutal thrusts that impaled her over and over again.

He went out; he buried himself within her. He drew back; she swallowed him whole again the next second.

Mia was losing touch with reality. Her hands were slipping on the wall, wet from sweat and shaking from the overstimulation Eli was feeding her brain. At this point, she didn't care about her noise level. She was already beginning to fail her classes, so basically, what did it matter if she got caught? Nothing mattered. Nothing but this, Eli's cock, and the unbelievable pressure that was building up inside her.

Mia rolled her hips to his thrusts as he penetrated her perfectly. She was close – so close to tasting her ōrgasm, she couldn't even remember her own name anymore. Her head was swimming and her limbs were useless jelly only held up by shaking bones. So close...

As if sensing she was closing in on her climax, Eli's thrusts grew shorter, faster, until Mia couldn't hang on any longer. The quick friction of his cock sliding against her inner walls was the last drop for Mia; She felt herself double over and then soar into a state of spiritual awakening.

She screamed off the top of her lungs as she doubled over and felt herself clench around Eli's cock in a vicegrip. All air left her as she spasmed and then screamed again, feeling another wave hit her. She was so absorbed and so completely ascended by her ōrgasm, she didn't even feel Eli catch her as she nearly lost her balance and doubled over. He leaned in over her and caught her hand with his own, nailed it against the wall, and then trapped her exactly where she was, all the while never slowing down his thrusts. Instead of helping her climb down her ōrgasmic latter, he only pushed her further up.

"Take it," He growled in her ear, his breath hot and panting as hard as hers. "Stay on your fucking feet and take it."

Mia cried out as he kept sliding brutally in and out of her, forcing her to stay up. She had to fight to keep her knees from bending and shaking, using every last bit of her strength to take what he gave her.

But how much more of this could she take?

"You enjoying getting inspired, princess?" He whispered in ear and then slowly circled his hips, before thrusting hard into her, drawing a garbled moan from her lips. "How does it feel getting inspiration from a dick?"

Mia tried to remember how to speak. Her voice felt raw, burned like her lungs as she with a breathless whisper managed to formulate a short reply; "Are you... talking about... yourself... or... your cock?"

Eli punished her sass with hard jab of his cock, denting something deep inside her that made her clench around him and let out a squeak.

"My dick is me," He replied, now reaching around her body with his free hand, seeking out her breast. He cupped it through her dress and squeezed it hard, too hard. "And this is exactly what I do to every rich pussy who thinks they got jack on me."

A scream erupted from Mia as he suddenly pushed so hard inside her, she swore he just touched her womb. Black dots appeared in her vision against the white wall and a zing of something sharp stabbed through her as Eli drew back again, now letting go of her hand to grab her neck instead. The next moment, he jerked his hips forward and throttled inside her, punching the air out of Mia's lungs. Her mouth limply fell open.

Clinging onto the wall and kept forced up against it, Mia felt how Eli now moved more determinedly inside her, each thrust calculated and hard. He drew back slowly, almost slipped all the way out until the tip of his head just remained inside her, and then thrust back in, splitting her open. Mia cried out with each ram that impaled her, each thrust that punctured the air out of her.

She didn't even realize she was building up to another ōrgasm before she felt her legs begin to wobble again. Her pants grew shorter and Eli's strokes grew deeper, more torturous. He was sending her up, but not giving her enough. He made her just see cloud nine, then yanked her back down again by drawing out, prolonging her buildup. Mia couldn't take much more, she was going crazy. She needed it, she needed to...

"Please," She heard herself beg, almost sob as he once again pushed her up to the cloud, then yanked her ōrgasm away from her the next second. "Please, please, please, Eli..."

"You want to come again, princess? Should I even let you for being so mouthy?"

"P-please," She pleaded him, her hips desperately trying to meet his, but he kept them in check, pinned them firmly in place with one strong hand. "Eli, please... please, let me... f-fuck, please..."

"I like when you beg me," He replied in a cold voice and squeezed a little around her neck. "Do it one more time. Say; please, Eli."

"Please! Eli!" Mia almost cried. She wanted to cry, the buildup inside her hurt painfully, she needed a release now. "P-please..."

The next moment Eli buried himself deep inside her and then drew back hard, only to ram back inside her. Mia finally screamed as she felt her ōrgasm well up, bubbling over. Eli drove into her, now grabbed her hips with both hands as he plummeted inside her, going for his own release as well.

And then, with one last deep thrust, Eli delivered Mia her ōrgasm on a silver platter that had her screaming his name so loudly, the whole school had to have heard her.

As she came apart, dripping and coating his length slick with her juices, Mia felt him tighten his grip on her hips and then felt him dig his fingers into her hipbones as he let go as well. With a hard, strained breath, she felt how the tip of his cock inside her popped and then begun shooting loads of his milk inside her. Mia, still caught in her own climax, doubled over again and experienced for the first time in her life a double ōrgasm. That was something she didn't expect.

And yet as she heard and felt Eli groan while he unloaded generously inside her, Mia felt herself shudder and clench around him as another wave struck her. It traveled up her spine but somehow had her dripping more juices from between her legs, mixing her own release up with his. She felt it thicken and then tickle down her legs when he filled her up entirely. Mia gasped when she then felt him pull out, her pussy feeling like a cold crater without him. She swore she even felt a breeze.

Shuddering, Mia was locked in her bent position, unable to move or stand up as her body seemed to have forgotten how to function, how to cooperate with her brain. But then again, her brain was complete mush.

"Look at you," Eli hotly voiced behind her, his voice raspy, but charged with dark lust and a splice of appreciation. Mia jolted when she suddenly felt his hand move from her hips to her ass, squeezing her raw globes tightly until the mess between her legs started to ooze out of her pussy. "Was that more inspiration than what you could handle?"

Shaking, Mia kept her palms pressed to the wall. She couldn't reply, she still couldn't breathe. It felt like she had just run a mile, yet the satisfaction still wouldn't have left her feeling this great. She was completely lost, gone.

Eli let go of her entirely and Mia instantly felt cold without him. She heard him zip himself up easily, then the long sound of his suit zipper being closed. "See you around, princess. Tell me if you ever need more inspiration."

And then Mia heard him leave, abandoning her like that; Sweating, panting, and with his juices dripping out of her pussy.

• • •

- Talk about being left in a sticky situation.