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Chapter 4: ENEMIES IN THE DARK
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2026-01-27 23:40:17NOAH’S POV
When Jax and Marcus slammed the door to the alley behind them, Elliott's fingers were still deep
in my leaking hole, pushing his cum deeper inside me.His mouth devoured mine in sloppy,
possessive kisses, and his teeth nipped my lower lip until I tasted blood. The cold brick wall
scraped my back as he ground against me.
I gasped,
"They're gone,"
but he kept going, his hand wrapping around my cock again and stroking it hard and fast. The
wet sounds of pre-cum on his palm were dirty in the quiet night. He said,
"Not gone far enough,"
and pulled back just enough to turn me around and face the wall. My thong was long gone, and
my pants were twisted around my ankles from the club. My ass was out and shining. He pulled
my cheeks apart and moved his thumb around my rim before dipping in next to the mess he had
made.
"You let that dancer touch you. Flirt with you. In front of me. His voice was thick and dark with
jealousy. My cock throbbed harder.
"Jax is just—"
"Jax is a problem."
Behind me, Elliott's belt clinked open.I heard the zip, then felt the blunt head of his cock push
against my entrance, which was still stretched and full. This time, he pushed in slowly, inch by
inch, making me feel every vein and pulse. I moaned and pushed back with my palms flat against
the brick.
"He wants what I have."
“But you're dripping for me, aren't you?"
“Clenching like a vice around my dick."
"Yes—damn it, Professor—"
The burn was amazing, and his thickness tore me open again. He bottomed out, with his balls
pressed tightly against me. Then he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in. There
was a lot of noise in the alley, with skin slapping skin and my whimpers mixing with his grunts.
His hand grabbed my hair and pulled my head back for a painful kiss over my shoulder. His
tongue fucked my mouth in time with his hips.
"Say you're mine,"
he said, and with his free hand, he pinched my nipple and twisted it hard.
"Yours—only yours—"
I cried as he hit my prostate, and stars burst behind my eyes. With each thrust, cum from before
leaked out and ran down my thighs. He sped up, hitting harder and harder, and the chance of
getting caught made everything worse. Anyone could go through that door. Jax. Marcus. But I
didn't care; I wanted them to see and know.
Elliott's hand fell to my cock and began to jerk in violent strokes.
"Come for me again, you whore."
Suck on my dick. I broke apart a second later, spilling over his fingers and making the hole
around him spasm. He roared after me, filling me up even more and holding me down while he bit my neck, leaving another mark and claiming me. We lay there, breathing hard, and his cock
got softer inside me.
This time, he pulled out slowly, put himself away, and then turned to face him. His gray eyes
softened a little, and his thumb brushed my swollen lips.
"Get in the car."
"We're not done."
He parked his sleek black car at the end of the alley. I got into the passenger seat, my heart racing
and my butt sore and sticky. The city lights blurred by as he drove, but my mind raced back to
Jax. He wasn't just a flirt; he had saved my life more than once. I had flashbacks to my first week
at Inferno, when I messed up a pole routine and the crowd booed. Jax, who was 25, had ripped
arms covered in tattoos and a cocky grin.
He jumped on stage and made it a duet.
"Calm down, Nyx,"
he whispered, moving my hips with his hands.
"Feel the beat."
Like fucking, but standing up. He told his story over cheap beer in the lockers later. At the age of
16, he ran away from a strict family and lived on the streets, dancing in secret clubs and avoiding
pimps and police. He had said,
"This life chews you up,"
with his eyes far away.
"But it's freedom."
Until it isn't. He had lost a boyfriend to the "side deals" that Marcus pushed. The boyfriend had
an overdose after a bad client.That's why he taught new people like me and why he was a little
protective when he flirted. He would say,
"You're too pretty to break, kid,"
and his fingers would linger on my arm, making me feel hot, which I always brushed off. Until
now.As we pulled into the garage of his fancy apartment, Elliott's hand landed on my thigh.
"What are you thinking?"
"Nothing. Liar!. Jax's voice rang out: "This isn't over."
His upstairs place had sleek lines and bookshelves full of philosophy books. The king bed took
up most of the bedroom. He slowly took off my clothes, enjoying it, and then pushed me onto the
sheets.
"Get on your knees."
I did what I was told: face down, ass up. He rimmed me first, licking and sucking the cum-slick
mess until I begged him to stop. Then three fingers, scissoring wide.
"Just open up for me."
He came in from behind, slowly and deeply, with one hand around my throat from below,
choking me a little as he rocked.
"Think about what would happen if Jax came in right now. Saw you like this pleading for my
cock.”
The thought made me tense up.
"Fuck—don't—"
He laughed darkly as his thrusts became more painful.
"He'd watch. Stroke yourself. But he couldn't have you. His hand jerked me off, edging me twice
before letting me come—this time, I didn't touch him; it was just his dick abusing my prostate.
He bred me again, falling on top of me and whispering
"Mine"
over and over. I fell asleep with him, but my phone rang at dawn. Lila. Where in the world are
you? You didn't go home. Is everything okay?I replied with "Fine."
Fell asleep at a friend's house. Come home soon. Elliott moved, pulling me closer.
"Stay."
"Can't. Your roommate is worried.”
I got dressed, and my ass hurt with every step. He kissed me possessively as he walked me to
the door.
"Tomorrow." My office.After school.”
The walk home helped me clear my head or tried to. Lila was in our small apartment with a cup
of coffee and messy red hair.
"Spill." You look like a truck hit you. I laughed it off.
"Just a long night at work."
She looked at the hickeys on my neck and the way I winced when I sat down. "Work? I followed
you last night, Noah. To that group. Saw you dancing.And leaving with a man in a suit. What the
hell is going on? I was scared. She was aware. About Nyx. About the dance.
But what about Elliott? If she looked deeper... My phone buzzed again before I could answer.
Number not known: We need to have a talk. About the small investigation your teacher did.
Tonight, come to the club with me. Alone. Marcus Attached: A picture of me on the pole with
Elliott's hands on me and clear faces.
Blackmail.
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