We’re just at the five-minute mark when I bend down to pick up my backpack—
“Okay, class! We’re wrapping up early today due to a building inspection. Enjoy your weekend. Mr. Blackwell, can I have a word before you leave?” The class begins packing up and leaving while we stare back at one another. Smart play, professor. She taps her heel, waiting for every student to leave until the door finally shuts, leaving only us in the room. “What’s your problem? You can’t do this in my classroom. What if people suspect—?”
I pop up from my seat, cutting off her words. She stands stone still as I prowl slowly in her direction. My dick begins to swell at her flushing cheeks. She takes a step back before pulling it together. “I’m serious, Mason. This has to stop. You can’t be—”
“Looking at you like I want to fuck you over your desk? Turn you around and pound my dick so far into that sweet cunt from behind while your perfect tits brush off your lecture notes of the day? Tell me, Miss Benedict, what can’t I be doing?”
I’ve rendered her speechless. Her pink lips part and close, wanting to tell me I’m wrong—scorn me for the wicked visual now playing in her head.
“Mason, you’re my student.”
“And a very, very bad one. Who wants to do bad, bad things to you.”
Her breath hitches, and my cock jolts. I prowl up to her until there’s no space between us, and she has no choice but to press her back against the chalkboard. I say nothing more and reach up, grip her perfect ponytail, and wrap it around my fist. My cock grows with a fierceness at the way her eyes blaze with excitement, and I bring her head forward until we’re nose to nose.
“I’m gonna fuck you right here. In your classroom. And you’re gonna let it happen. Because the way you’ve been eye-fucking me all week has me hard as steel. You’re gonna pay for what you’ve created. Are we clear, Miss Benedict?”
The warmth of my breath heats her cheeks even more. She doesn’t fight me. She’s completely forgotten we’re still in her classroom, where anyone could walk in and see. That or she’s aware, and it turns her on even more. She shows no signs of refusal, so I welcome the opportunity and bend forward, pressing my open mouth to her neck. I suck hard, not giving a fuck if I leave a mark. She allows it, her soft whimper egging me on.
“That’s my girl,” I praise, falling down my own rabbit hole of her scent and the feel of her. “Tell me you don’t want me to take you over your desk and spank you ‘til your ass is swollen and red. Or should I give you what you want even more and fuck you hard and fast?”
“Mason.” she moans my name bringing a triumphant smile to my lips. I nip at her neck and grind into her. I tighten my hold on her hair, but my dirty little girl doesn’t plead with me or beg me to release her. She whimpers in pleasure like a wild alley cat in heat. I work my free hand down her ribs and push up her grey skirt until my hand reaches down into her panties. She soaks my fingers the moment I reach her pussy. “Such a naughty fucking girl,” I growl, inserting a finger and thrusting as far as I can go.
“Mason…” Again, she moans, and I struggle to keep it together. I push another finger inside her, this time even less gentle. I’m hard as a rock and if I don’t pull myself together, I’m gonna pound her cunt straight through the fucking wall. My name falls from her lips again, and the sound is like fucking heaven. I push harder, shoving my fingers so deep, my knuckles restrict me from going any further. “Love the way my name sounds off those lips, babe,” I say, working in and out of her.
This is supposed to be a game I’m heading, but I sense myself losing. Her voice, the smell of her arousal, my cock that’s fighting not to fuck her hard and dirty. I slam my eyes shut, working faster. She rides my hand, wanting me to punish her. Fuck. I want her. Her walls squeeze me as she orgasms around my hand. I slowly pull my fingers from her soaked cunt and allow her body to slide down the board, her legs barely able to hold herself up. She almost falls forward, and I reach out to steady her. I feast on her glazed-over eyes and crack a smile.
“Perfect,” I say, and before she can spew any lies about us being a bad idea, I walk out of her classroom.
One week later…
I’m fucking obsessed.
Everything I do revolves around watching her. Stalking her. Lusting for her.
I can’t stop.
The following week played out the same way. Our little game of cat and mouse, until Friday rolled around. This time, I took it a step further and fucked her over her desk. I shoved her cute little silk scarf she wore in her mouth to muffle her moans and took her from behind. My hands left marks on her smooth pale skin with each spank. God, I’ve never felt so high being with someone. Even Dahlia didn’t take me to this level of euphoria. Megan started the same way, telling me it was wrong, we were wrong, and I would follow through, just like last week, letting her weak plea fall on deaf ears as I plowed my cock so hard into her, the ancient wooden desk even moved.
She was this sweet professor who had this secret craving for being bad. And I wanted to be her enabler. I started attending her classes on the other days just to see more of her. I couldn’t get enough of her. She was orbiting into my very own addiction. I wanted more. I needed more.
I may have started this as a game to prove to her we were more than just a fling. A student/teacher disaster waiting to happen. And now, I’m even more so convinced she’s mine. And she’s going to realize it and stop fighting what’s happening between us. Any mention of The Elite has been silenced. No messages or emails to call to. It left me only focused on her and what I wanted her to be for me. And when I wasn’t with her or Evelyn, my time was spent trying to find out why Lillian wanted to expose and ruin her. But the problem was, the internet was all dead ends.
I became obsessed with trying to get answers.
Obsessed with her.
I followed Megan home. Watched her in the park when she ran. Sat in my car outside her small little bungalow on the outskirts of town and watched her read in her living room for hours upon hours. I told myself I wasn’t a creep or a stalker. It’s because I needed to understand. Maybe, just maybe, I would catch her doing something that would make me understand why she deserved what I’m being forced to do. But there’s nothing. Absolutely nothing. And I’m close to losing my shit. As I watched her grocery shop, I begged her to steal. Lie when asked the price of a dress while clothes shopping. I even prayed to catch her with another guy. The last thought enraged me, thinking of her with someone else—sharing those moans and orgasms with someone other than me.
But still, nothing.
She was, in every single way, perfect.
And tonight, as I sit outside her house, watching her, and imagining myself inside next to her, being better than the fuck-up I am, I wonder how in the fuck I’m going to get out of my task if I can’t find anything on her or Lillian. I’m gonna have to make a move soon. If I don’t find what I need, my task will be unavoidable, and I’ll have to make choices I don’t want to make. But my sister’s life depends on it.
My phone buzzes, pulling my eyes away just as she flips her page. Looks like the devil is back up and running. I read the message across my screen. Envy’s up.
The music blares to some shitty ass dance music as I finish up my fifth beer. After handing Envy his task, we met up with Rhett and the rest of the brothers at God’s lavish apartment for another outrageous party. The more and more I’m around this guy, which isn’t much, I see why he’s Gluttony. His excess in everything is fucking ridiculous. My eyes scan the room, and I watch as Envy and Wrath have an argument in the corner. No idea what that shit’s about, and I debate on getting involved. As the alpha, I need to keep all my brothers in line. But then I watch as God walks up to them, grinding his teeth and jittery as fuck. He pulls Envy away and drags him into the bedroom, where he popped out of. I’m tempted to follow. Whatever it is they’re doing, I could use a jolt of.
“Sup brother.”
Rhett walks up and stands next to me sipping on a beer. “Sup,” I return, staring off into the crowd of horny college students, drinking and humping each other. “Things work out with your girl?” I ask. Rhett pulled the plug on his task, turning in his coin. I saw relief in his eyes. It’s a shame mine didn’t mirror the same feeling. I wanted to tell him the coin was evil. But he was blinded by emotion. I understood. I was in the same boat. But the moment Lillian caught wind, I knew she had something more destructive up her sleeve.
“Yeah, things are good,” he says, a shit eating grin on his face as he rakes over his girl on the dancefloor as she dances with her friends.
“Just watch your back, brother. You have no idea what they have in store—”
Chastity cuts into my warning and walks up grabbing his attention. He nods his understanding and allows her to pull him onto the dancefloor. I watch them as he holds her tight, staring down at her like he owns every single part of her. Which is just the beginning of how I’m starting to feel about Megan, wishing she was here to drown all the bad shit going on in my head out.
“Don’t you look like you can use a little bit of fun.” My eyes break away from Rhett and Chastity to the chick now standing in front of me. “You look so angry. Ya know, we can find an empty room and make that frown of yours go away.” She tugs at her already too tight shirt, practically exposing her nipples.