Page 44 of Forbidden Heroes

My balls draw up and the need to fill her cunt with my seed drives me into her hard and fast. I hold nothing back. Hearing my name once again being screamed from her lips makes my dick impossibly harder and when my climax hits, I shoot my own release into the confines of the rubber, her velvety walls milking me dry.

“I’ve got you, sweetness,” I soothe as we both float back down. I rub my hands up and down her back and pull her into my arms. Leaning close to her ear I whisper, “Next time I’ll have that pussy bare and taking all of me.”

She pulls back, her expressive eyes wide in surprise behind the mask, but she doesn’t say anything. Instead she crashes her lips against mine. I take over, driving my tongue into her mouth, stroking, licking and tongue fucking her mouth. I know she tastes her own release on my tongue when she moans a delicate sound that has my cock stirring again.

I grasp the back of her head and break the kiss, moving her off my lap gently. My cock slips from her body, and I’m already hard, wanting her again. I toss the rubber in the trash and look away when I see the hurt on her face.

“It’s time for you to leave now.” I keep my voice low, steady with a rougher edge than usual as I’ve done all night. The husked voice of a mystery lover, not a university professor.

“As soon as you are dressed I’ll have someone drive you safely home,” I say, with my back toward her. “Your money will be deposited for you by morning as promised in the contract.” I don’t know why I say that, but I want her to know she will be taken care of so she can get a good night’s rest.

Apparently, she doesn’t see it my way.

“Wow. I know you paid for my time, but you didn’t have to make me feel like a paid escort. You can forget a next time.”

My head swivels but I make no move to go to her, though I’m dying to kiss the firm line of her lips.

Tears shimmer in her eyes, and I hear the sheets rustle as she climbs off the bed.

Fuckkk.

“That’s not what I meant.” I can’t find it in me to cross the room. If I let that happen, I’ll do something regrettable like take both our masks off and ruin both our futures. How would it look for me, a Blackthorne, taking a student to a sex club? Not good is how, and the stain on her reputation would never be removed.

“Oh, I see,” she says with a noticeable tremor.

No, she didn’t, I know that for a fact, but what the hell can I do about it?

“I’ll look for the money and there’s no need for a ride. I came here alone—I can see myself home.”

Every word she says comes out harsher than the last, and I want to kick my own ass for ruining such a beautiful night, but I see no other way. Her reaction is what I expect, but that doesn’t take away the rage I feel having to turn her away or cause her to feel embarrassed from what we shared.

What kind of son of a bitch am I?

She’s too smart to be fooled for much longer, and I’m already running the risk of her figuring out my identity by taking her the way I did. That and I can only disguise my voice so much.

I catch a glimpse of her crossing the room and jerking on her robe with rigid movements, covering all that beautiful skin from my view. I should feel relieved we made it through the evening, but it’s anger pumping through my veins, not relief.

“Thank you for a wonderful evening, sir. I hope you enjoyed your time with me.”

Ouch.

I all but hear the metal curtain fall into place between us with a grinding clink of the lock.

Fuck this. I’m not about to let her walk out of here feeling like some disposable hooker. Anyone who says I can’t have her can fuck right off.

I turn around and open my mouth to say as much but it’s too damn late. The little minx moves fast and is already out the door with it closing behind her.

Let her run for now. I’ll catch her.

Six

Rosalee

Ispent the better part of the morning in a state of numbness. Only sheer willpower and the need for the credit for the class drags me out of bed. Last night left me a mess of emotions I haven’t quite been able to comb through. Hell, how could I?

There was guilt first and then a burst of leftover pleasure, and let’s not forget embarrassment and a healthy helping of shame. My momma raised me better. But let’s be honest, no sane woman would be able to look herself in the mirror in the morning after what I did last night and not feel all that and more.

And if that isn’t confusing enough, there’s a dash of excitement and pure one-hundred percent bliss every time I think about my mystery man’s scent and the way his touch felt on my skin. The feeling is burned into my memory. The hum running through my body agrees with the latter and screams for my brain to shut the hell up.

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