CHAPTER 4

HIROTO'S POV 

The thin leather cord of the collar was a constant, searing presence against my throat. Every time I reached for a book or turned my head to answer a question in my afternoon seminars, the cool silver ring pressed into my skin. Even under my thickest wool sweater, I felt like I was walking around the university naked, a leash invisible to everyone but the man who owned it.

By the time the final bell rang at 5:00 PM, my nerves were frayed. I got a text from Kenji asking if I wanted to grab ramen at a new Japanese restaurant that opened nearby, but before I could reply, a notification from an unknown number popped up.

The library. Third floor, North Wing. 5:30 PM. Don't be late, Cinder.

My heart skipped a beat. The North Wing was the old section of the library—dimly lit, filled with towering shelves of rare law texts, and usually deserted after hours. I sent a quick lie to Kenji: Got stuck at the lab. Don’t wait up.

The library was eerily quiet as I climbed the stairs. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the rows of books. I reached the third floor, my footsteps muffled by the heavy carpet. The air smelled of dust, old paper, and—as I turned the corner—that unmistakable, expensive sandalwood.

Neven was standing by a massive bay window, silhouetted against the bruised purple of the evening sky. He’d shed his blazer, his white shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular forearms dusted with light hair.

"You're two minutes late," he said, not even turning around.

"The elevators were slow, Professor," I whispered, my voice sounding tiny in the vast, empty space.

He turned then, his blue eyes icy and predatory. "I don't care about your excuses. Take off everything but the collar."

"Here?" I gasped, looking around at the open aisles. "Anyone could walk up those stairs. The security—"

"I told the guards I’d lock up. We’re alone, Hiroto. Unless you count the thousands of dead authors watching us." He walked toward me, his presence overwhelming. "Now. Or do I take them off for you?"

I trembled as I pulled the sweater over my head, then my shirt. My jeans pooled at my ankles, followed by my boxers. I stood shivering in the drafty aisle, completely exposed in the middle of the library, the silver ring of my collar catching the last bit of sunlight.

Neven didn't waste time. He grabbed my arm and spun me around, shoving me hard against one of the heavy bookshelves. My chest slammed into the spines of a hundred leather-bound books.

"Ugh!" I groaned, the rough texture of the books scraping my skin.

He didn't use a desk this time. He stepped up behind me, his massive body pinning me against the shelf. He didn't even take off his pants; he just unzipped, his hard, heavy dick pressing against the crack of my ass. He reached around, his large hand gripping my throat—not hard enough to choke, but enough to remind me who held the power.

He spat into his palm, using the meager lubricant to roughly prep me with two fingers. I was already leaking, my cock pulsing with a mix of terror and sick, addictive excitement.

"Please," I whimpered. "Someone might hear."

"Then you'd better stay quiet, shouldn't you?" he hissed, and then he drove himself into me.

I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood to keep from screaming. He was brutal in the library, his thrusts shorter and more violent, slamming me forward into the books over and over. Every time he hit my sweet spot, my head knocked against the shelf, making the old wood creak and groan.

He reached around and gripped my cock, his thumb grinding against the tip as he hammered into me. The friction was insane. I was lightheaded, my eyes rolling back as I stared at the titles of books I’d never read, my body being used like a common toy in a place of higher learning.

"You're so tight," Neven growled, his voice low. "Does it turn you on, knowing how close we are to being caught? Knowing your little friends are probably right downstairs?"

"Yes... fuck, yes, Professor!" I choked out, my control snapping.

Suddenly, the heavy thud of the distant stairwell door echoing through the floor made us both freeze. We could both hear footsteps approaching. My heart nearly exploded. 

"Someone's here," I breathed, my eyes wide with panic.

Neven didn't pull out. In fact, he smirked, his eyes flashing with a dark, twisted challenge. He leaned down, his mouth inches from my ear. "Don't make a sound."

He started moving again, but slower now. Each thrust was deep, agonizingly slow and wet, the sound of our bodies connecting sounding like gunshots in my ears.

“On a second thought, it annoys me to see you hold back your moans so well,” Professor Neven locked the lobe of my ear before thrusting into me deeply and unexpectedly. I let out a moan without realizing it and came over the books in front of me. “You really must love doing this in front of people. Look how excited you are,” he grinned and began to move again, this time he moved fast. 

“Wait…” I managed to say between ragged breaths. “I just came. I don't think…”

“You came, but I don't remember cumming. Last time I checked, this was for my pleasure,” he reached around and grabbed my neck, turning my head to face him as he kissed me possessively. It was the first time he'd kissed me and even with how sensitive I was, I melted completely in his arms and forgot for a moment that someone was in the library with us.

“Ahh…there. Hngh,” I moaned as he lifted me up with my legs spread out. This position was so lewd and he reached so deep that I felt even more full. “This position…it's weird.”

“You don't like it?” Professor Neven bit my neck. “You're dripping down there for someone who supposedly doesn't like this position.”

“It's not that,” I felt my nipples perk up as he continued to thrust into me. I wanted to touch myself but I had a feeling he wouldn't let me. I pinched my nipples instead as his balls slapped against my ass.

“I'm c-cumming,” I moaned loudly as I squirted all over. I felt Professor Neven cum inside of me before pulling out. 

“Who's there?” A rather familiar voice that probably belonged to the footsteps earlier came. I snapped out of the haze I was in. We were separated only by a row of books now, meaning we were at the verge of being caught.

“Professor Neven,” I looked at him panicked as he placed me down. 

“You have better things to do than to panic, like cleaning up with your mouth,” he pressed my face against his near-hard dick. 

“B-but…”

“I won't let them see you so get to work,” he assured me in his own way.

“I know there’s someone here, the lights weren't completely off,” the voice sounded oddly familiar but I was too busy choking on Professor Neven’s cock to tell who it was.

“So if you know, why are you still here? Or do you perhaps plan on seeing something?” Professor Neven peaked his head through the row of shelf we were behind and I nearly died from anxiety and fear. The person took in a horrified breath.

"Oh... shit," he whispered before scrambling away. The sound of him practically running for the stairs, the door slamming shut behind him.

“Why aren't you using your tongue anymore?” He frowned as he looked down at me. 

“Aren't you worried that a student saw your face while doing something so…” I pulled my mouth away from his dick.

“I don't think he'd be foolish enough to spread any rumors. Though, I think you should be more worried about yourself,” he grabbed me by the hair.

“Did he…”

“He didn't see you. Why else would I pull that move?” He pressed my face against his dick once more. “Now, get that mouth working.”