TOXIC : MY MAFIA PROFESSOR のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

THEO "What about Theo?" Adrian asks, and his voice is perfectly steady, perfectly calm, like he doesn't have his cock buried in my mouth up to the hilt, like I'm not kneeling under his desk with tears streaming down my face and my throat burning from trying not to gag. He shifts slightly in his chair, angling his hips so he can thrust deeper, and I have to grab onto his thighs to keep my balance, my fingers digging into his suit pants while he continues this conversation like nothing is happening.I look up at him, my eyes watering, my vision blurry, and I see him looking down at me with that smile. That wicked, predatory smile that he only gives me when we're alone, when he's about to do something terrible and wonderful. But he's careful, so careful, keeping his face angled away from Daniel so the man can't see the way his boss is staring at me like he wants to eat me alive. To Daniel, Adrian probably looks completely composed, completely professional, just a man having a conversati

THEO He scorned still, lying there on the floor with his chest still heaving from everything we'd just done, his skin still glistening with sweat and honey, when we heard a knock from the door. I watched as Adrian's whole body went rigid, his muscles tensing up all at once. He was startled, his eyes widening slightly, his head whipping toward the sound, but he did not reply harshly. There was none of that anger in his voice that I expected, none of the shouting or cursing that usually came when someone interrupted him during private moments.Instead, he lifted himself up on one elbow, his hair falling across his forehead in a messy way that made him look younger, more vulnerable, and he asked who was there at the door in a voice that was surprisingly calm, almost gentle, like he was trying not to scare whoever was on the other side.There was a pause, a shuffling of feet, and then a voice came through the wood—hesitant and nervous, clearly belonging to one of his assistants or maybe

THEOI looked at Adrian right there in the bathroom, still shaken from everything that had happened with that crazy lady and the gun, and I knew I needed to say something. The words came out of my mouth before I could even think about them properly. "I believe you," I said, and I meant it. I didn't need to explain anything else or make him sit through some long speech about trust. I just knew, deep in my gut, that he had nothing to do with whatever that woman was talking about, nothing to do with the lies she was probably spreading.But Adrian kept apologizing anyway. He ran his hand through his hair, messing it up even more than it already was, and his eyes looked so tired. "I'm sorry," he said, over and over like he was stuck on repeat. "I'm sorry for how I spoke, for the language I used, for letting you see that side of things. You shouldn't have had to witness any of that."I shook my head, reaching out to touch his arm, trying to get him to stop. "It's okay," I told him. "Really.

THEO"Take me home," I mumbled into my folded arms, my words coming out thick and slow, barely sounding like mine. "Please. Adrian. Take me home."I felt his hand still resting on the back of my head, warm and heavy, and then I felt him nod, even though my eyes had fallen shut and I couldn't see him do it."Okay," he said quietly. "Okay, I'll take you home. Come on, let's get you up."He didn't ask me which home. He didn't ask if I meant his place or mine, and I didn't correct him, because some sleepy part of my brain understood that we both already knew the answer.He stood up and came around the table, and I felt his hands slide under my arms, lifting me off my seat slowly, carefully, like I was something made of glass that he was afraid of cracking. My legs wobbled underneath me when he set me on my feet, and the whole restaurant tilted a little to the left, so I grabbed onto his jacket and held on. He smelled clean and sharp, like his soap and something warmer underneath, and bein

THEO I got on my knees following his orders. That was the whole instruction, and I did it, and I didn't even make him say it twice, which is new for me. The floor is hard under me and colder than I expected, and for a second I just stay there with my hands still tied behind my back and look up at him, and he looks down at me like he's been waiting the whole night for exactly this. I don't know what it is about being on the floor in front of him, but it does something to my head that nothing else does, and he knows it, because he's looking at me like he knows it. "You're staring," I say. "I know," he says, and doesn't stop. Then he steps closer and puts his dick in my mouth, and he doesn't ease me into it either, he just goes, and the first push makes me cough around him and he waits, patient, like he's got nowhere to be, sucking it harder and thrusting it harder and thrusting it into my mouth while I gag and breathe, trying to breathe. "Relax," he says, and his hand is in my hai