Chapter 4

LUNA’S POV

When Jax and Marcus slammed the door to the alley behind them, Elliott's fingers were still deep in my leaking pussy, pushing his cum deeper inside me. His mouth devoured mine in sloppy, possessive kisses, and his teeth nipped my lower lip until I tasted blood. The cold brick wall scraped my back as he ground against me.

I gasped,

"They're gone,"

but he kept going, The wet sounds of cum on his palm were dirty in the quiet night. He said,

"Not gone far enough,"

and pulled back just enough to turn me around and face the wall. My thong was long gone, and my pants were twisted around my ankles from the club. My ass was out and shining. He pulled my cheeks apart and moved his thumb around my rim before dipping in next to the mess he had made.

"You let that dancer touch you. Flirt with you. In front of me." His voice was thick and dark with jealousy.

"Jax is just"

"Jax is a problem."

Behind me, Elliott's belt clinked open. I heard the zip, then felt the blunt head of his cock push against my entrance, which was still stretched and full. This time, he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, making me feel every vein and pulse. I moaned and pushed back with my palms flat against the brick.

"He wants what I have."

"But you're dripping for me, aren't you?"

"Yes…damn it, Professor…"

The burn was amazing, and his thickness tore me open again. He bottomed out, with his balls pressed tightly against me. Then he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in. There was a lot of noise in the alley, with skin slapping skin and my whimpers mixing with his grunts.

His hand grabbed my hair and pulled my head back for a painful kiss over my shoulder. His tongue fucked my mouth in time with his hips.

"Say you're mine," he said, and with his free hand, he pinched my nipple and twisted it hard.

"Yours….only yours…"

I cried as he hit my G-spot, and stars burst behind my eyes. With each thrust, cum from before leaked out and ran down my thighs. He sped up, hitting harder and harder, and the chance of getting caught made everything worse. Anyone could go through that door. Jax. Marcus. But I didn't care; I wanted them to see and know.

Elliott's hand fell to my clit and began to rub in violent strokes.

"Come for me again, you whore.”

I broke apart a second later, spilling over his fingers and making the hole around him spasm. He roared after me, filling me up even more and holding me down while he bit my neck, leaving another mark and claiming me. We lay there, breathing hard, and his cock got softer inside me.

This time, he pulled out slowly, put himself away, and then turned to face me. His gray eyes softened a little, and his thumb brushed my swollen lips.

"Get in the car."

"We're not done."

He parked his sleek black car at the end of the alley. I got into the passenger seat, my heart racing and my butt sore and sticky. The city lights blurred by as he drove, but my mind raced back to Jax. He wasn't just a flirt; he had saved my life more than once. I had flashbacks to my first week at Inferno, when I messed up a pole routine and the crowd booed. Jax, who was 25, had ripped arms covered in tattoos and a cocky grin.

He jumped on stage and made it a duet.

"Calm down, Luna," he whispered, moving my hips with his hands.

"Feel the beat."

Like fucking, but standing up. He told his story over cheap beer in the lockers later. At the age of 16, he ran away from a strict family and lived on the streets, dancing in secret clubs and avoiding pimps and police. He had said,

"This life chews you up,"

with his eyes far away.

"But it's freedom."

Until it isn't. He had lost a girlfriend to the "side deals" that Marcus pushed. The girlfriend had an overdose after a bad client. That's why he taught new people like me and why he was a little protective when he flirted. He would say,

"You're too pretty to break, kid,"

and his fingers would linger on my arm, making me feel hot, which I always brushed off. Until now.

As we pulled into the garage of his fancy apartment, Elliott's hand landed on my thigh.

"What are you thinking?"

"Nothing. Liar!" Jax's voice rang out: "This isn't over."

His upstairs place had sleek lines and bookshelves full of philosophy books. The king bed took up most of the bedroom. He slowly took off my clothes, enjoying it, and then pushed me onto the sheets.

"Get on your knees."

I did what I was told: face down, ass up. He rimmed me first, licking and sucking the cum-slick mess until I begged him to stop. Then three fingers, scissoring wide.

"Just open up for me."

He came in from behind, slowly and deeply, with one hand around my throat from below, choking me a little as he rocked.

"Think about what would happen if Jax came in right now. Saw you like this pleading for my cock."

The thought made me tense up.

"Fuck…don't.."

He laughed darkly as his thrusts became more painful.

"He'd watch. Stroke himself. But he couldn't have you." His hand jerked me off, edging me twice before letting me come this time, I didn't touch him; it was just his dick abusing my pissy.

He bred me again, falling on top of me and whispering

"Mine"

over and over. I fell asleep with him, but my phone rang at dawn.

"Lila. Where in the world are you? You didn't go home. Is everything okay?"

I replied with "Fine."

I fell asleep at a friend's house. Come home soon.

Elliott moved, pulling me closer.

"Stay."

"Can't. My roommate is worried."

I got dressed, and my pussy so sore with every step. He kissed me possessively as he walked me to the door.

"Tomorrow." My office.

After school, the walk home helped me clear my head or tried to. Lila was in our small apartment with a cup of coffee and messy red hair.

"Spill." You look like a truck hit you. I laughed it off.

"Just a long night at work."

She looked at the hickeys on my neck and the way I winced when I sat down.

"Work? I followed you last night, Luna. To that club. I saw you dancing. And leaving with a man in a suit. What the hell is going on?"

She was aware. About Nyx. About the dance.

But what about Elliott? If she looked deeper...

My phone buzzed again before I could answer.

Number not known: We need to have a talk. About the small investigation your teacher did.

Tonight, come to the club with me. Alone.

Marcus

Attached: A picture of me on the pole with Elliott's hands on me and clear faces.