All Chapters of Crossing the Line: Forbidden MM Tales: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I need you to understand something before this story goes any further. I am not the person you think I am. On campus, I am the quiet student who shows up early, keeps his head down, and hands in work that makes professors nod. I spent four years building that version of myself, and I need it intact for one more semester. My scholarship covers tuition, housing, everything. One misstep, one flagged conduct report, and it's gone. So is the degree. So is the future I promised my mother I'd have. Off campus, three nights a week, between ten and two, I become someone else. It started as a way to cover the gap between what the scholarship pays and what rent actually costs. It stayed because the money is good and nobody here knows my real name. Last night a private booking came in. Masked client. VIP room. Triple my normal rate. Triple meant I could stop picking up extra shifts for a month. I needed the money, so I said yes. The main floor was already packed when I stepped on stag

He leaned back in his chair like he had all the time in the world. I was standing there with my heart still pounding, furious, and he looked at me like this was any other Tuesday.Then he lifted his gaze to mine, and something about it rooted me to the spot. All the anger died in my mouth before I could get another word out.Damon's lips pressed into a thin line. "I'm not certain what there is to talk about. I don't give second chances to students who don't deserve them. You don't bother to attend most of my lectures, the quality of your coursework is abysmal, and now you want a passing grade. The attendance policy is clearly stated on the syllabus. Frankly, I'm surprised you're a scholarship student. If you're worried about it, the only thing you can do is drop the class.""I can't drop your class," I said. "It's a co-requisite for another class I'm taking. I can't drop both without losing my scholarship. So I can't fail your class and I can't drop it. I need a passing grade, sir."T

"Something on your mind, Tyler?"I should have looked away, but the question came out before I could stop myself. "Have we met before?"Damon didn't answer immediately. Instead, he placed his fork on the plate with the same deliberate calm he seemed to bring to everything he did. He lifted his eyes to mine and said, "Come here."Two simple words shouldn't have affected me the way they did, but something inside my chest tightened the moment I heard them. I had heard that voice before, spoken in that same low, controlled tone, and suddenly the memory I had been trying to ignore began pushing its way forward.I told myself not to move, but my feet carried me toward him anyway. With every step, the room seemed to become less real, while the chandelier above me blurred and the silver ring on his finger caught the light. Then I remembered the dark room, the single lamp, the mask, and the voice that had told me to come closer.My breathing became uneven as another memory surfaced. I remember

Damon went still above me.He leaned closer. His breath hit my ear, warm and slow, and a shiver ran down my spine even as his cock stayed pressed hard against me."What do you think?" he said.I turned my face toward the other side of the pillow. I bit my lower lip hard enough to feel it. If I looked at him, I was going to say something I couldn't take back. The truth was already in my body. I was open for him. I was shaking. I wanted him anyway."Continue," I said.He kissed the side of my neck once, then pushed in.The first stretch stole the air out of my lungs. It was so painful it hurt. My thoughts went white and stupid for a second. I had taken him before, in the dark, with a mask on his face and no name to put to the man inside me.This was different. I could see him. I could feel how thick he was as he sank deeper, and my body fought it even while I held on to his shoulders.It hurts. God, it hurts. Why did I tell him to keep going?I clenched around him without meaning to. A

Kai Rossi was failing Professor Damon's class, and he didn't particularly care.He sat in the back row like always. One leg stretched out lazily, earphones hanging around his neck. While everyone else scribbled notes like their lives depended on it, Kai watched the clock more than the board.Damon's literature class had a brutal reputation. Three students had already dropped it this semester. Kai was seriously considering becoming the fourth."Mr. Rossi."The deep, calm voice cut through the classroom like a blade. Several heads turned. Kai looked up slowly, meeting the professor's gaze.Professor Damon stood at the front. One hand rested on his desk. His dark eyes locked directly on him. He was the kind of man who commanded attention without trying. Tall and broad-shouldered, with a sharp jawline and intense dark eyes that made you feel exposed. His white shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing strong forearms.Kai had noticed those arms more times than he wanted to admi