CHAPTER 7

HIROTO'S POV 

I went. There was no way I could not go. The power he held over me was absolute, and as much as I hated the humiliation, the pull of his dominance was a drug I was already addicted to.

The gym was dark, the air smelling of floor wax and sweat. I found the showers in the back, the flickering fluorescent lights making the white tiles look like a hospital ward. I heard the water running before I saw him.

Neven was standing under a spray of cold water, his back to me. He was naked, his muscles rippling under the stream, the water falling down the broad expanse of his shoulders.

"Close the door," he commanded, not turning around.

I locked the heavy metal door. "Why did you do that at the shop? Kenji was right there. You’re going to get us caught."

Neven turned, the water slicking his blonde hair back. He stepped out of the stall, his massive dick swinging heavy between his thighs. It was distracting. He walked toward me, dripping wet, until I was backed against the cold, tiled wall.

"I did it because it was fun," he murmured, his hand coming up to grip my throat, his thumb tracing the leather of the collar. "And as expected, your expressions were worth it. You’re becoming a very good liar, Hiroto."

"I have to be," I hissed, trying to push him away. He kissed me on the neck, his large hands caressing my face. I knew where this was headed.

“Keep your weekend open,” he muttered against my skin.

"I have work at the club this weekend. I can't keep doing this every time you have a whim,” I snapped. It was annoying enough that he knew that it was Kenji that was there that day and still chose to keep it a secret from me.

Neven’s grip tightened slightly. “Is it because of the money?”

“Why else would anyone do what I'm doing?” I frowned. Usually, I'd be swayed by his good looks but I was not in a good mood today. I pushed his hand away.

“Someone's cranky today,” he snickered. 

"I can't just skip work, Neven! I need the money for the next semester, the club pays—"

He cut me off by slamming his mouth onto mine, a brutal, possessive kiss that tasted of mint and cold water. He pulled back just an inch, his eyes burning.

"I’ve already put enough in that envelope to cover your semester. If it’s money you want, it would be in your best interest to mooch off me instead of shaking your ass for strangers,” he brushed his thumb over my lips. “Now, stop being cranky before I lose my patience,” he pressed his thumb into my mouth, having me suck on it. He was so annoying but there was no way I could turn down such an offer. We were already doing it, so what difference would it make if he gave me an allowance? This was a lot better than having old men ogle me.

Seeing me sucking on his thumb so eagerly made him lick his lips. He spun me around, slamming my chest against the wet tiles. 

“You—” my words got caught in my throat as he shoved his dick into me, my scream echoing off the tiles and drowning in sound of the shower.

He was relentless, his hands gripping my hair and pulling my head back as he hammered into me. My knees buckled, my feet slipping on the wet floor, but he held me up.

"Say it," he hissed, his teeth grazing the marks on my neck. "Tell me who owns you."

"You... you do!" I sobbed, the pleasure peaking into something violent. "Professor Karlsson... Neven... please!"

I came against the tiles, my release washing away in the cold water. He followed a moment later, his low groan vibrating through my entire body as he filled me.

“I hope you're not going to call it quits after just one round?” He spread my butt cheeks apart, watching as cum leaked out of it. I shook my head. I know it was pathetic—one minute I'm angry at him, the next minute, I'm craving him.

“Good boy. Now turn around and wrap your arms around my neck,” he instructed and I did as he said without hesitation. He lifted one of my legs and leaned in closer, his forehead resting against mine. 

“There are a lot of things I'd like to do with you and to you but I'm afraid we'll be caught if we do them on school grounds,” he licked my lips before kissing them softly. I felt the tip of his dick press against my butt hole, making me wince. “Try to hold back your moans as much as you can,” he pinched my now erect nipples as he thrust into me. I let out a half gasp, half moan but he wouldn't give me time to adjust before pounding into me, the squelching sound feeling the air. I wanted him to go deeper and harder.

“You're such a fucking slut,” he bit my ear, seeing how much I craved him. 

I couldn't tell how many times we'd done it before he came for the last time. As I slumped against the wall, shivering and ruined, Neven stepped back and turned off the water. The silence that followed was heavy.

"My driver will be at the dorms at noon on Saturday," he said, drying himself off with a towel as if we’d just finished a business meeting. "Don't keep me waiting, Cinder.”