로그인Getting a job at St. Jude’s Academy was like winning the lottery. It was the most prestigious school in the country for deaf and hard-of-hearing boys. The campus looked like a historic castle. It had tall stone walls, manicured gardens, and massive iron gates. The tuition cost more than a luxury sports car, and the families who sent their sons here were some of the richest people in the world.I still couldn’t believe I was here. I was young, and my resume wasn’t very long. But my sign language skills were perfect, and I had passed every single interview with flying colors. Today was my very first day as the new literature teacher. I was wearing my best professional outfit: a tight black pencil skirt that hit just above my knees and a candy-crisp white button-down shirt.I had about twenty minutes before my first period started. The hallway was empty because the students were still gathering in the main courtyard. My stomach was twisting in knots from pure nerves. I needed a moment to
“You’re shaking,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Still nervous, princess? Or is it something else?”Arabella couldn’t answer. Her thighs were clenched tight together, but it wasn’t enough to stop the slick warmth that had been building since he first touched her. And Rafe noticed. Of course he did.He rolled his stool even closer, spreading her knees apart with his own. One gloved hand stayed on her breast, gently kneading, while the other slid down her stomach, teasing the waistband of her designer jeans.“Lift your hips.”She obeyed before her brain could catch up. He peeled the tight jeans down her long legs, taking her soaked white lace panties with them. Arabella was completely bare now, except for the fresh piercings on her chest. The cool air hit her dripping pussy and she whimpered.Rafe stared openly, hungry. “Fuck. Look at that pretty little cunt. Dripping all over my chair just from getting your nipples done.” He ran two fingers along her slit, collecting her wetness,
The streets were quiet at 11:47 p.m, the kind of late-night . Arabella Kensington kept her head down, the oversized designer hoodie swallowing her petite frame as she slipped through the side entrance of the old brick building.Her heart hammered against her ribs with every step down the narrow hallway. This was reckless and very dangerous. If her father ever found out she’d snuck out of the penthouse, there would be hell to pay.But she couldn’t go back.The heavy black door at the end of the hallway opened with a creak. Inside, the tattoo and piercing studio smelled of antiseptic, warm skin, and faint traces of cologne. Behind the counter, a man looked up. Late twenties, tall and lean with an easy, confident posture. Messy dark hair, a sharp jaw, and tattoos covering both arms in colorful sleeves. His black t-shirt clung to his chest, and when his gaze landed on her, a slow, cocky smirk tugged at his lips.Arabella’s mouth went dry.“Well, well,” he said, his voice low and smooth
“Your father didn't ask you to offer your pussy to me when you did, Lena,” he growled nastily, his voice a gravelly, dark whisper. “Or did he? Did he tell you to come into my room naked and beg for my cock?”“Jax… h-hhn… please,” I whimpered, my hips automatically moving backward against his groin, chasing the incredible fullness inside me.“It doesn’t matter what your father thinks,” Jax muttered, his jaw tight as he pulled almost all the way out, then drove back in with a slow, heavy, grinding thrust. *Squuelch.* The wet friction was incredibly loud in the empty hall. “When it’s about this tight little pussy of yours, I will dick you down anywhere and anytime I want. I am going to teach you a lesson about running your mouth.”He began to fuck me with deep, steady, and punishing strokes. Every time his hips slammed against my ass, the door behind me creaked.“My father is… ahhh… fuck… Jax…” I moaned softly, my fingers clawing at the wooden panels of the door, trying to find balance.
“Come for me, Lena,” Jax ordered, his face covered in a fine sheen of sweat. He stared down at where our bodies joined, watching his dark shaft slide in and out of my pink, dripping folds. “Come on my cock. Let me feel how tight you get.”My vision went completely white. My internal walls tightened like a vice, squeezing him mercilessly.“Jax! Ahhh! Ahhh!” I screamed, my voice breaking as a massive, blinding orgasm tore through my entire body. My toes curled, and my pussy convulsed in violent, wet spasms around his thick cock, pouring fresh wetness all over his fingers and shaft.Jax let out a fierce, guttural roar—“Fuuu—ck!”—and delivered three fast, incredibly deep, brutal thrusts, burying himself as far inside me as he could possibly go.---Weeks had passed since Dubai. We were back home at the family estate, and our secret affair had not stopped. Every chance we got, behind closed doors and in dark corners, Jax kept breaking his own rules for me. But out in the open, he was still
“What?” he stammered, his voice losing all its robotic control. “No… you are not serious.”Jax stared at me. His face went completely white. His eyes darted to the heavy glass doors of the boardroom, then back to my face.“Lena, stop,” he whispered. His voice was a harsh, panicked rasp. “This is crazy. Anyone could walk back in here. Security checks these rooms. Your father’s partners are right down the hall. It’s too dangerous.”I didn’t say a word. I just smirked.I turned my back on him and walked slowly to the center of the long table. The wood was cold and polished like a mirror. I grabbed the edge, hitched my tight dress up to my waist, and slid my body backward onto the table.I wasn't wearing any panties today.I gripped my own knees and pulled my legs wide apart, exposing my wet, swollen folds to the cool air of the air-conditioned room. I looked right at him, my heart hammering against my ribs, dripping wet.“Come fuck me, Jax,” I said, my voice dripping with pure silk. “Fuc







