All Chapters of THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

NOAH’S POVDr. Elliott came on stage while my fingers were still deep in my hole. The VIP room spunaround me, and the hazy purple lights made the men's faces look blurry as they watched from theshadows, cigars forgotten in their hands. My cock was straining against the thong, and pre-cumwas 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. Hedidn't think twice. One hand grabbed my wrist and pulled my fingers out of my butt with a wetpop that was way too loud.I gasped as he slammed me chest-first against the pole, and the cold metal bit into my nipplesthrough 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 myballs until I cried out."Shut up, Nyx,"he growled, his

NOAH’S POVWhen Jax and Marcus slammed the door to the alley behind them, Elliott's fingers were still deepin 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 wallscraped 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. Thewet 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, andmy pants were twisted around my ankles from the club. My ass was out and shining. He pulledmy cheeks apart and moved his thumb around my rim before dipping in next to the mess he hadmade."You let that dancer touch you. Flirt with you. In front of me. His voice was thick and dark withjealousy. My cock throbbed harder."Jax is just—""Jax is a problem."

The video looped again on Marcus’s cracked phone screen my voice, high and desperate,begging Elliott to fuck me harder. The sound filled the tiny office like poison gas. Jax still hadMarcus pinned to the floor, knee on his chest, but even he froze when the dean’s name flashed in the upload notification bar: Uploading to secure cloud… 47% complete.Elliott stepped fully into the room, door clicking shut behind him with finality. His suit was immaculate, but his eyes were wildfire pure, unfiltered rage. He didn’t look at Marcus. He didn’t look at Jax. He looked only at me.And the look shattered something inside my chest.“You came alone,” he said. Not a question. A statement laced with betrayal.“I—” My throat closed. “Marcus said if I didn’t—”“You didn’t trust me to handle it.” His voice dropped lower, colder. “You walked into a trap instead of waiting five fucking minutes.”Jax shoved Marcus harder into the carpet. “Back off, Professor. He’s scared shitless. You think he wanted thi

Elliott’s apartment loomed like a fortress in the night, lights dim behind floor-to-ceiling windows. My knees ached from the crawl across the tile, wrists bound tight behind my back with his belt. The key Jax gave me dug into my thigh pocket, a secret weight, while the flash drive burned in the other. I paused at the bedroom threshold, heart slamming, cock already hard and leaking against my belly.He stood there shirtless, muscles etched under warm lamplight, slacks tented obscenely. His gray eyes raked over me like fire. “On the bed. Face down. Ass up.”I obeyed, scrambling onto the king-sized mattress, knees spreading wide. The sheets smelled like him clean linen and sin. He circled me slowly, a predator assessing prey. “You let him fuck you,” he said again, voice a low rumble. “Let him come inside what’s mine.”I whimpered. “I’m sorry—”“Not yet, you’re not.” His hand cracked across my ass sharp, stinging. I jolted, hole clenching around the mixed loads still inside me. Another sl

The rain hammered the windshield as Elliott drove, knuckling white on the steering wheel. The photo from Jax stared back from his phone screen me on my knees in his bedroom, wrists bound, mouth open in a plea, cock hard and dripping. Timestamp: barely an hour before we’d left for Thornton’s office. Someone had been watching. Filming.“Pull over,” I said, voice barely above the storm.He didn’t argue. The car jerked to the shoulder of the empty highway, hazards blinking red in the dark. Elliott killed the engine. Silence crashed in, broken only by rain and our breathing.He turned to me, eyes shadowed. “How long has he had access to my apartment?”“I don’t know.” My hands shook. “The key Jax gave me one for the club locker. But he must’ve… I don’t know. Picked your lock? Bribed someone? He’s resourceful when he wants to be.”Elliott’s jaw clenched so hard I heard it crack. “He’s not just protecting you. He’s staking a claim. Publicly. Threatening to expose us if you don’t choose him.”