Semua Bab The Hockey player's submissive professor : Bab 61 - Bab 70

RHETT VOSSFuuuck.Her ass was so perfect pressed up against me, soft and tight at the same time, my cock already aching like it would split my fucking joggers. I wanted to rip this skirt off, tear her panties, and bury myself so deep she’d forget her own name. I wanted to erase every trace of him inside her, scorch it out, brand her pussy mine again.And the best part? I knew she hadn’t enjoyed a second of it.I’d watched every second. Every fucking thrust. That asshole thought he was giving it to her good, but my girl just laid there, her eyes glazed, her moans fake. She didn’t cum. Not once. Because no cock but mine can wring that sweetness out of her. I built her body to respond only to me, shaped her pleasure around my dick, and the bastard never stood a chance.She doesn’t know. She doesn’t know I had my guys rig her apartment weeks ago. Tiny black pinhole cameras tucked into her smoke detector, her lamp, the vent above her bed. I’d installed the first one myself the night I sta

“Ahhhh,” Juno cried out, her head pressed against the car seat, her hand fisted on the car cushion below her, tears of pain and pleasure shimmering in her eyes with each smack of Rhett's hand to her pussy, her punishment for making him watch her flirt with someone else.Another sharp slap landed, wet and stinging, and her hips jerked forward despite herself. The leather squeaked under her knees; her thighs trembled from holding them open.Rhett’s voice came low and rough behind her. “Count it.”She gasped, trembling, but whispered, “Three…”Another slap. Her breath hitched.“Four…”He leaned over her, his chest pressing to her back, his mouth a hot whisper at her ear. “Keep them spread. Don’t hide from it. You wanted to play—now you’re going to feel it.”His hand dragged through her slickness, smearing it over her reddened flesh before striking again. The sound was obscene in the tight space. She whimpered, the moan spilling out of her before she could bite it back.“Louder,” he order

The driver’s ears burned hot as he listened to every filthy thing happening in the backseat. He knew that if he just turned his head a few inches, he’d get a full view, there was no partition in the SUV. But he also knew that if he dared, he’d be a dead man the moment the lady, his boss’s obsession stepped out of the car. He was already risking his neck just by sitting here with the raging hard-on pressing against his slacks.He tore one hand from the wheel and pressed down on the bulge, trying to tame it, forcing himself to think of the most disgusting shit he could imagine just to keep from blowing in his pants. His heart hammered at the thought of Grimm catching him like this. Rhett might laugh it off in public, but the moment she was gone, the real monster would come out.Still, his cock throbbed painfully against his slacks, hard and demanding no matter how much he tried to suppress it. One hand gripped the wheel in a death lock while the other pressed down on the bulge, jaw clen

I swallowed, but I didn’t look away. His warning was still hanging in the air—don’t push me, Juno—but my mouth betrayed me anyway.“You hate him,” I whispered.Rhett’s head snapped, eyes cutting into me like a blade. “Watch yourself.”But something in his jaw twitched. Something slipped.“You hate him,” I said again, softer this time, almost testing the words on my tongue. “Not just the pressure. Not just the comparisons. You hate him for leaving you to carry it alone.”His chest rose once, sharply, like the words punched air out of him. Then his expression iced over again. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”I pressed harder into his shoulder, my hand shaking now, but I didn’t stop. “You think I don’t see it? Every time you step on the ice, it’s not about your team. It’s not even about winning. It’s about proving you’re not him. Or maybe proving you’re better than him. I don’t even know which it is.”His fists clenched on the table. “Shut. Up.”“You can’t shut me up,

JUNO HAYESI crossed my arms over my chest. “It’s not about being interesting, Mr. Voss. Yes, I agree Rhett can be reckless, but he didn’t kill that girl. Right now, you should be protective of him because there’s someone out there—a deranged girl, or boy even—who thinks Rhett belongs to them. They’ll kill anyone they believe he likes or gets close to.”This time, I forced my voice to stay calm. I didn’t want to raise suspicion. Looking at Vance Voss, it was easy to see where Rhett got his intensity. In fact, his father’s was worse—it sent a chill crawling down my spine. But I wasn’t about to let it show.“Then he should refrain from any public intimacy,” Vance said smoothly. “Like the one at that rave.”I nodded. He wasn’t wrong about that.Taking a quiet breath, I continued, “I’m sure after what happened, there won’t be any more public… stunts. Not until the killer’s caught.”Vance’s gaze flicked toward Rhett, a hint of amusement curling his mouth. “And how can you be sure, Miss Hay