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“Oh god, yes…”
“Fuck, bounce on me faster, that's it.”
“K-Kent… I'm c-close… ahh…”
“I'm gonna fucking cum too… you're squeezing so fucking tight— fuck!”
I should have stopped on the couch and sent her back home but I couldn't get enough of her. I couldn't help but make her ride my cock on my bed so that her scent would cling to it for a while.
Maybe I would jerk off to it a few times before it went away.
I grabbed her hips, unable to control myself as I thrusted into her at an animalistic pace, making her wrap her arms around me tightly. My name was the only thing that spewed out of her lips as she came hard on my cock.
Her tight pussy squeezed my cock so tight that I orgasmed almost immediately, groaning in pleasure as I took a moment to regain myself again.
That was the hottest thing that has ever happened to me. Fuck.
I felt her go limp against me and I stiffened, pulling back to see that she had passed out. I placed a finger over her nose and when I was sure she was breathing, I heaved a sigh of relief.
I cleaned her up gently, trying not to hurt her any more than I already did by being too rough with her, then laid her on the bed.
She stirred gently, mumbling incoherent words and I found my lips curving all on their own. I caught myself immediately, reminding myself that it was a one-night thing. Nothing more.
Just as the doctor said, I am calmer now. I could feel my hormones return to normal, making me sigh in despair. So this was all I needed. To fuck.
I hesitated for a moment, then got into bed with her, staring at her as she slept. She had such a reaction from me that I wondered if I wouldn't like to do this again.
My thoughts faded when I drifted off to sleep, feeling better than I've felt for years. By the time I woke up, the sun was just rising and she was still asleep.
So I used the opportunity to take a bath, get dressed and then watch over her while she slept again. I almost didn't want to leave because why did she smell so freaking good?
When my cousin had brought up the idea of sending a girl to me, I didn't exactly fancy it. But since she was into me, it wasn't that bad. Besides, Mason helped with spraying aphrodisiacs in the air last night, making it easier to get into the mood.
I suddenly didn't mind paying Gareth two grand for last night. It was worth more than what I expected. So without hesitation, I took out my black card, wrote down the PIN on a piece of paper and dropped it by the nightstand.
Since she did it willingly, she wouldn't mind accepting money, right?
I moved towards the door but then returned to the nightstand and wrote something else on the paper before finally leaving.
For a virgin, I had been too rough on her. And it made me slightly ashamed because how did I lose my self-control completely?
By the time I arrived at the university, Mason was in the teacher's lounge, obviously waiting for me.
“Dude, how did it go? How are you? Fill me in!” He said excitedly and I let out a sigh as I filled him in on everything that happened.
“It was better than I expected. And she was… she was perfect.” I mumbled and he sighed in satisfaction, obviously happier than I am.
“You finally fucked! You fucker, why do I feel so fucking proud?” He said, slapping my back harshly and I winced in pain. “But she's nothing but your one-night stand, right?”
“Yeah.” I said and he nodded with a grin on his face.
“Come on, let's celebrate and go for a drink!” Mason said happily as we walked down the hallway. “By the way, did you guys talk this morning?”
“No. She was still asleep when I left but I left her my card and pin so she wouldn't feel used once she woke up.” I said, feeling proud but the look on Mason's face told me I just messed up.
“You don't do that to a woman! If she wakes up and sees the card, she would think you're throwing money at her after using her.” Mason said and I froze.
“But since I paid Gareth, shouldn't I also pay her for… helping me?” I asked, obviously confused but he slapped his palm over his head in frustration.
“You're so… oh my goodness. Just do whatever you want.” He said, walking away but I realized he was right and suddenly rushed out of the university, making my way to my car.
I got in, driving home as fast as I could while praying she was still asleep. I was everything but a man who would take advantage of a woman and just throw money at her.
Why didn't I think of that earlier?
By the time I arrived at the penthouse, it was empty.
She was gone.
I made my way to the room and opened the door, praying that she would take the card and at least use it like I wanted.
My heart sank when I walked in and saw that the card was still where I left it but the paper was squeezed and thrown on the floor.
Shit.
.Chapter SIXTY FiveDaniella’s PovMarcus’s words ring in my head all night: As soon as she’ll let me put a ring on her finger.My hand drifts to the silver jade bracelet on my wrist. I am ready. I don't want a stage, I don't want cameras flashing red dots, and I don't want high-society wives whispering over champagne flutes. I want quiet, private, and real.Next morning, Kent acts weird. He checks his phone twice while making coffee. He taps his screen with a tight, focused thumb, then slips it into his pocket fast when I walk into the kitchen.Old instincts twitch. Is Robert pulling another supply line? Did Dean Holloway reopen the review?I catch myself. I am not living in paranoia mode anymore. I lean against the fridge, sipping black coffee, and watch him zip a small leather folio bag."You're acting like a spy trading secrets in a alley, Vance," I tease, raising an eyebrow.Kent pauses, turning around with a slow, faint smirk touching his mouth. "Just organizing workflow. Put y
Chapter Sixty FourKent’s PovWalking through the brick archways of campus feels like walking through a minefield where half the mines already blew up.Daniella’s phone notification cleared her name, restoring her scholarship and good standing like a clean slate. My name at the bottom of the dean's footer? Still locked in limbo. Formal department review. Corporate compliance shadow trailing my syllabus like a ghost.I pull open the heavy double doors of the economics department hall. Daniella walks beside me, carrying a fresh leather notebook, looking sharp and clear-eyed.Dean Holloway intercepts us by the faculty mailboxes. Her expression is granite-tight—not hostile, just heavy with institutional gravity."Dr. Vance," Holloway says, looking between us. "Miss Vance is cleared of the extortion conspiracy trace. Her roster stands." She turns her sharp gaze to me. "The board review regarding your faculty standing remains active. We cannot have a direct instructor-student dynamic in upp
Chapter Sixty ThreeDaniella’s PovTears blur my vision, warm and clean, as Kent pulls me up from the porch boards and into a tight, hard embrace that feels like safety carved out of stone."I believe you," I whisper against his shoulder, my voice cracking with honesty. "I don't doubt your heart, Kent. Not anymore."We sit back down on the weathered porch bench, the ocean roaring low in the dark. My fingers touch the silver chain and white jade resting on my wrist. I look up at him, moonlight cutting silver across his sharp jaw."How we started still messes with my head sometimes," I admit quietly, staring at the grain of the wood. "A setup office, a blackmailer in the dark, a cold professor who didn't want messy feelings, and a baby making choices for us before we even knew how to talk."Kent covers my hand with his big, heavy palm. His eyes are dark, deep, and steady. "The start was a wreck, Daniella. I won't lie about that. My grandfather built a cage, Gareth set a trap, and I walk
Chapter Sixty TwoDaniella’s PovMorning light hits the cheap kitchen blinds, and I lay the cold truth out on the table like open blueprints."Zero trusts," I tell Daniella, tracing a finger across a pad of yellow legal paper. "Gone. The family real estate portfolio in the valley—revoked access codes. The sovereign equity line through grandfather’s syndicate—locked out. Dividend distribution rights from the baseline parent trust—terminated."I look up, waiting for her shoulders to drop. Waiting for the realization that she chained herself to a sinking ship.Daniella sits cross-legged on the chair, sipping black coffee, her dark eyes steady and unblinking. "What’s left in your name alone?""My independent stock portfolio from pre-venture advisory advisory fees, two hundred thousand in liquid cash sitting in a clean credit union account, and Vance Advisory Group intellectual property rights," I say, laying out the exact math. "It’s enough to cover payroll, office rent for six months, an
Chapter Sixty OneKent’s PovMy thumb hovers over the cracked screen where Freya’s email sits like a bomb waiting to go off, breathing frozen in my throat.Clack. Kent drops his keys on the counter.I don't look at the phone draft yet. I look straight into his tired eyes."Freya called," I say, my voice flat and sharp as a blade.Kent’s shoulders lock. The tiredness on his face turns into hard stone. "What did she say?""She said you sat with Robert. She said there's a paper copy sitting in your briefing folder right now tying my enrollment audit clearance to your wire release." I cross my arms, forcing my legs steady. "Tell me straight, Kent. Did Robert put an exit clause with my name on it?"Kent stares at me for two long seconds. Then he lets out a heavy, ragged breath, running a hand down his face. He walks past the kitchen island, dropping his heavy leather portfolio onto the table with a dull thud. He flips the brass latches, pulls out a single thick sheaf of cream legal paper,
Chapter SixtyDaniella’s PovMy stomach twists into a hard knot when Kent says the name of the man waiting at the Sterling Club.Robert Vance. Freya’s father.The air in the kitchen turns cold. I look at Kent standing tall in his dark jacket, ready to walk into a shadow trap for four million dollars of bridge liquidity. My throat tightens. Every instinct tells me this isn't an investment meeting—it's an ambush wrapped in a wire transfer. Robert wants Kent crawling back to the family tree, humiliated and broke.I open my mouth to warn him, to beg him to skip it, then catch myself.No. I am not playing the frantic, controlling high-society wife who tells him how to breathe.I step across the floor, reaching out to rest my palms flat against his chest, right over his steady, heavy heartbeat. I look straight into his dark eyes."Remember what you promised me, Kent," I say quietly, keeping my voice clear and firm. "You said our relationship would never turn into another corporate deal. Wha
He was losing control and he knew it. He knew something was wrong when he had his phone in front of him, a video of two people fucking on the screen, and he couldn't bring himself to jerk the cum out of his cock.His hands weren't giving him the pleasure he needed anymore and this wasn't some rando
Daniella's POVMy head was pounding when my eyes finally opened. Rays of sunlight danced on my face for a while until I turned away, letting out a soft groan.Where was I?I didn't recognize anything in this room at all so I immediately sat up, my eyes widening in horror as I realized that I was na
Daniella's POV“Professor Kent?” I called out softly but he remained put.Was he the donor I was supposed to attend the private event with? Why did he look so terrifying yet so… beautiful?The heat inside me was starting to grow even worse and I could feel my nipples hardening through my gown just
Daniella’s POVMy legs were sore from having stood all day in the lecture hall, so when I relaxed against the wall, it felt like my body was numb. But I endured it because my boyfriend was in the teacher's lounge and I had to wait for him.While waiting, I heard voices coming from in there and I co







