Chapter 2: THE PROFESSOR’S BRUTAL CLAIM

NOAH’S POV

Dr. Elliott came on stage while my fingers were still deep in my hole. The VIP room spun

around me, and the hazy purple lights made the men's faces look blurry as they watched from the

shadows, cigars forgotten in their hands. My cock was straining against the thong, and pre-cum

was dripping down my shaft like a traitor, but my mind yelled,

"Run!"

This couldn't be real. My ethics professor, the man whose voice alone made me hard in class,

was here, in this den of sin, looking at me like I was prey he had been stalking for months. He

didn't think twice. One hand grabbed my wrist and pulled my fingers out of my butt with a wet

pop that was way too loud.

I gasped as he slammed me chest-first against the pole, and the cold metal bit into my nipples

through the harness. My body bent over without my wanting it to.

"What the fuck—"

I started, but his knee pushed between my legs, spreading me wide and grinding hard against my

balls until I cried out.

"Shut up, Nyx,"

he growled, his voice low and threatening and his breath hot on my neck. People had never used

my stage name like that before, as a curse and a claim. His free hand ripped the straps off the

harness, revealing my chest. His fingers pinched my nipple so hard that I bucked.

"Or should I say Noah? The perfect little student who can't look me in the eye during class, but

here you are fingering yourself like a desperate slut, asking strangers to watch.”

My face was on fire. How did he know? The heat in my stomach made me panic. I tried to turn

away, but he held me down harder, and his erection pushed against my butt crack through his

trousers.

It was thick and hard—oh my god, it felt huge.

"Professor, please—"

"Shut your mouth."

Three of his veined fingers pushed into mine, stretching my lips wide.

"Get out of here."

"Like you mean it."

I did what he said without thinking, my tongue swirling around them, tasting salt and smoke,

and drool running down my chin as he pushed them deeper, making me gag a little. The crowd

murmured, excited, and some of them openly stroked themselves. I felt both humiliation and

arousal at the same time.

My hole clenched emptily, aching for what came next. He pulled his fingers out of my mouth,

which was wet with my spit, and then, without warning, pushed them between my cheeks. Two

fingers broke through my rim, scissoring brutally and curling to hit my prostate on the first

thrust. I yelled, and my hips jerked back onto them.

The burn turned into electric pleasure.

"So fucking tight,"

he said in a hoarse voice.

"Have you been dreaming of this? You're ruining your pretty hole while you squirm in my

class?”

I couldn't say no. As he finger-fucked me harder, memories flooded back. I grew up in a terrible

caravan park on the edge of town, with a mom who drank too much and a dad who was in debt and angry. I had worked hard and gotten scholarships to go to Eldridge, but the rising cost of

tuition was too much for me.

I started out waiting tables, then stripping at smaller clubs, and finally Marcus found me for

Inferno. The money was dirty, but it paid the bills. And the excitement? It fed something dark in

me the power of being wanted, even if it wasn't real. Elliott's third finger joined in, making me

feel like I was about to cry.

I moaned as the invasion happened, and my ass pushed back greedily.

"Please,"

I begged, my voice breaking.The thong was wet, and the cock was leaking steadily. He turned

me around, back to the pole, and pulled the thong down my thighs until it got stuck at my ankles.

My cock came out thick, uncut, red, and dripping. Elliott's eyes got darker as he wrapped his

hand around it in a possessive way.

Rough strokes, thumb circling the head, and smearing pre-cum.

"Beg like a good slut."

"Please, Professor, fuck me."

Raw. Break me. Words split out, mixing shame with need. He let go of his own cock. It was

huge, veined, and heavy, and it curved up with a bead of pre-cum at the tip. He slapped it against

my ass cheeks, making a wet sound that echoed. Then he put it in my entrance.

"This hole is mine now."

With one hard thrust, he buried himself balls-deep. I yelled, and the stretch hurt like fire, but he

didn't give me time. He kept pounding me, his hand around my throat squeezing just enough to

make stars dance in my vision. With each slam, the pole dug into my back and his balls hit my

ass.

"Take it,"

he growled, and his free hand jerked my cock in time. My prostate hurt, and I was a mess

moaning, begging, and building up cum fast. The crowd was interested, but Elliott's eyes were

only on me, possessive and wild.

Come get your teacher."

I broke down, and my cum shot out in thick ropes across his suit. My hole tightened around him

like a vice. He grunted and pushed deeper, filling me with hot spurts that made me feel raw and

marked me inside and out. He bit my shoulder hard enough to make me bleed and whispered,

"Good boy."

We were panting there, his cock still moving inside me and cum dripping down my thighs. He

slowly pulled out and put himself away, but his hand stayed on my throat, with his thumb

stroking the pulse.

"Ten times the f*e,"

he said, his voice softer now, almost kind.

"But Noah, this isn't over.”

"You're coming with me,"

I said. The door burst open before I could think.Jax Rivera burst in, tattooed and muscular, with

that charming grin that always promised trouble. He was my dance partner. He had taught me

how to dance when I was younger, but lately his touches lasted too long and his eyes were

hungry.

"Nyx? What the hell? Marcus said you were in trouble.”

“Who's this jerk?”

Elliott stiffened, and his hand dropped to my waist in a possessive way. Jax's eyes moved back

and forth between us, and when they landed on the cum running down my thighs, his smile

turned sharp."Well, damn. Count me in next time you share.He got closer and playfully brushed

my arm with his fingers, but Elliott growled.

"Touch him and die."

There was a lot of tension. Jax laughed, but his eyes got smaller.

"Take it easy, big guy."

Nyx knows I look out for myself. He leaned in so that his lips touched my ear.

"Are you okay? Or do you want me to take care of this?”

I swallowed, my body still buzzing from Elliott's claim, but Jax's heat stirred something else

rivalry, maybe more. Marcus came to the door with a big belly and angry eyes before I could say

anything.

"What the hell is going on?"

You weren't supposed to, Elliott. Elliott's head shot up.

"Supposed to what?"

Marcus turned pale. Oh no. Did they know each other?