Chapter 5

Five

Gideon

I still above her. I knew she was a virgin and there was no getting past the pain I had to cause her, but I'm a fucking demon walking the earth for what I've just done.

My plan fell to the floor in ashes the second I saw her standing in my private room in that white as fresh snow silk robe. Something in me snapped and seeing her eyes glitter like gems in fascination over the frolicking of the other members had my possessive side craving things I knew better than to see through. Like telling her who had bought her for the evening and fucking her senseless anyway. I only intended to watch and observe and after the show send her on her way with her earning—and her virginity.

End of night. No talking. No looking and definitely no fucking.

And what did I do? I shattered everything I swore not to do and now I'm balls deep inside my student's virgin pussy, and I don't have the strength to walk away like I should.

"You belong to me now." I state coolly. Something I have no right to utter, but I do and I mean every last word.

Beneath me, Rosalee doesn't say anything. Her panting breaths warm my neck and her hands have found their way under my shirt.

"Son of a bitch, I'm a bastard." I continue my charade, biting my tongue, nearly letting her given name slip from my lips. No way I should know that information.

Her tiny nails bite into my back, forcing me to drive my hips forward. Her nipples draw to a hard point, pressing into my chest when I drop my head to her shoulder, and it's taking every fucking ounce of my self-control to stay still as her body accommodates my large size. And yet there's a part of me wanting to drag my needy cock from her tight channel, pull her over my knee and spank that beautiful ass of hers for giving herself to a stranger.

When she circles her hips, I can feel her walls tighten like a vise around my cock and drag cum from the tip.

"Stop," I beg. "God, what have I done?"

"Nothing I don't want," she says, unaware of the mental battle warring inside me.

And with that, I physically feel the wall separating us as professor and student lift even if I am the only one who knows it.

I go to push up from her, but she drags me back into her arms, wrapping her silky legs around my waist, holding me deep inside her.

"Make me come again. Like you did before. Make me feel like I'm wanted."

God, that did it. No way I'm walking out of here without another stain on my soul for taking something so precious, and might I add barely legal, under the guise of a mask.

Like I said, I don't have the strength to stop now. She's as delicious as I dreamed she would be, and my morals only go so far before the primal animal inside takes over. And that side of me is starved for her.

I pull us both up to where she is straddling me, and I pump my hips, holding her in place with my hands on either side of her hips. Her tight body is made for fucking, and there's no way this beautiful angel will ever belong to another man. I don't know how, but she will be mine long after tonight is over.

I groan in the back of my throat, seeing her juices drip down my cock to wet us both, and I'm ready to cum, but I hold myself to the line. I want her pussy pulsating around my shaft as I give her my load.

Her head falls back as she winds her arms around my neck. With one arm around her waist and another around her thigh, I withdraw before slamming back in, hitting her clit.

She arches, jutting her nipples forward in just the right spot.

"You have the most beautiful breasts." I dip my head and feast on the pink tips, sucking and nipping all that juicy flesh.

"Yes, Gideon, God, yes, do it again! Please!"

The blood in my veins nearly freezes in shock when I hear my real name come from her lips. But I can't stop. I'm too far gone, and I would risk giving myself away if I do. Because I quickly realize it is not me she's addressing but the fantasy in her head. It's not me, the stranger in the mask she's fucking, it's the man she sees when she closes her eyes. It has to be. What else would drive her to scream my name?

And that truth puts a smile of satisfaction on my face.

I reach between us and brush her sweet clit with the pad of my thumb. "Cum for me sweetness, give it to me now," I command gruffly.

My balls draw up and the need to fill her cunt with my seed drives me into her hard and fast. I hold nothing back. Hearing my name once again being screamed from her lips makes my dick impossibly harder and when my climax hits, I shoot my own release into the confines of the rubber, her velvety walls milking me dry.

"I've got you, sweetness," I soothe as we both float back down. I rub my hands up and down her back and pull her into my arms. Leaning close to her ear I whisper, "Next time I'll have that pussy bare and taking all of me."

She pulls back, her expressive eyes wide in surprise behind the mask, but she doesn't say anything. Instead she crashes her lips against mine. I take over, driving my tongue into her mouth, stroking, licking and tongue fucking her mouth. I know she tastes her own release on my tongue when she moans a delicate sound that has my cock stirring again.

I grasp the back of her head and break the kiss, moving her off my lap gently. My cock slips from her body, and I'm already hard, wanting her again. I toss the rubber in the trash and look away when I see the hurt on her face.

"It's time for you to leave now." I keep my voice low, steady with a rougher edge than usual as I've done all night. The husked voice of a mystery lover, not a university professor.

"As soon as you are dressed I'll have someone drive you safely home," I say, with my back toward her. "Your money will be deposited for you by morning as promised in the contract." I don't know why I say that, but I want her to know she will be taken care of so she can get a good night's rest.

Apparently, she doesn't see it my way.

"Wow. I know you paid for my time, but you didn't have to make me feel like a paid escort. You can forget a next time."

My head swivels but I make no move to go to her, though I'm dying to kiss the firm line of her lips.

Tears shimmer in her eyes, and I hear the sheets rustle as she climbs off the bed.

Fuckkk .

"That's not what I meant." I can't find it in me to cross the room. If I let that happen, I'll do something regrettable like take both our masks off and ruin both our futures. How would it look for me, a Blackthorne, taking a student to a sex club? Not good is how, and the stain on her reputation would never be removed.

"Oh, I see," she says with a noticeable tremor.

No, she didn't, I know that for a fact, but what the hell can I do about it?

"I'll look for the money and there's no need for a ride. I came here alone—I can see myself home."

Every word she says comes out harsher than the last, and I want to kick my own ass for ruining such a beautiful night, but I see no other way. Her reaction is what I expect, but that doesn't take away the rage I feel having to turn her away or cause her to feel embarrassed from what we shared.

What kind of son of a bitch am I?

She's too smart to be fooled for much longer, and I'm already running the risk of her figuring out my identity by taking her the way I did. That and I can only disguise my voice so much.

I catch a glimpse of her crossing the room and jerking on her robe with rigid movements, covering all that beautiful skin from my view. I should feel relieved we made it through the evening, but it's anger pumping through my veins, not relief.

"Thank you for a wonderful evening, sir. I hope you enjoyed your time with me."

Ouch.

I all but hear the metal curtain fall into place between us with a grinding clink of the lock.

Fuck this. I'm not about to let her walk out of here feeling like some disposable hooker. Anyone who says I can't have her can fuck right off.

I turn around and open my mouth to say as much but it's too damn late. The little minx moves fast and is already out the door with it closing behind her.

Let her run for now. I'll catch her.