Page 135 of Shadows in Bloom

I stare up at his devastating face as he strokes his cock obscenely close to my mouth. He hovers over me, gripping the back of the couch like a thunderous god or a devil with sin in his eyes. His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, and I pull him closer by his waistband. It’s instinctive. I want him closer. Want his brand of obsession. The inexplicable urge to steal it for myself grips me in a chokehold. To goad the shadows closer to the surface.

His breaths grow choppy, and he bites down hard on his lip and jerks his hips forward. Ropes of cum rain over my chin and chest, where my collar has two buttons undone. I stare up at him, transfixed, watching a myriad of emotions flicker in his hooded gaze. Possessiveness drips from his pores when he grips my chin, smearing the cum. Guiding me back against the couch, he bares my neck like a sheep led to slaughter.

His fingers dig into my scruff, but I welcome the bite of pain. “Branded in cum, Professor. Just how I like you.” Sliding lower, he curls them around my throat. “You’re mine. No one else’s.”

We stay locked in a heated gaze, my pulse thundering beneath his fierce grip.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

When the silence stretches on and a muscle ticks in my jaw, he cuts off my airflow. The wild thing in his eyes—that glimmer of something menacing—should frighten me. Not draw me closer. I’m truly fucked.

“Are you scared, Professor?”

He taunts me with the nickname.

“Terrified,” I admit.

It’s true. Cruz blitzes my resistance with a single heated look.

Leaning down, he brushes his lips against mine, whispering, “Good. You should be terrified.”

A gasp parts my lips when he grabs my dick roughly, enveloping it in his warm, firm touch. Fuck. My body jolts on the couch and shudders in response to the threat in his devilish smirk.

“I like it when your hard dick weeps for me,” he breathes against my lips as he strokes me through my pants. “Keep looking at me like that, Marshall, if you want me to suck the cum from your balls.” He nips at my bottom lip, pulling it away from my teeth. “Then I’ll spit it back into your mouth before kissing you fucking senseless.”

Jesus, fuck…

A moan escapes me—a soft plea for more of his cruel touch and deadly whispers.

“It drives me fucking feral to think of my cum in your mouth, tasting it on you.”

“Cruz,” I groan, growing impossibly hard.

In a swift move, he unbuckles my belt and tears my pants open before gripping my dick. I can barely breathe as he jacks my length, trailing his lips from my mouth to my ear.

“Give it to me, Marshall. Come all over my hand.”

His eyes find mine, darkening like the night, and I erupt.

“Fuck… Cruz…” Sounds I’ve never heard before pour from my lips in a string of praise and pleas. My body is a live wire of pleasure, trembling beneath his expert touch while cum squirts from my dick, making a mess of his hand.

A victorious smile spreads across his lips. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Tell me, did your wife ever make you come this hard?” His words are cold.

Releasing me, he straightens up, depriving me of his cedarwood and vanilla scent. I fall back against the couch, out of breath, as he makes a show of dragging his tongue through the creamy cum on his hand. It’s sinful and filthy and I can barely breathe for different reasons now. Everything about Cruz draws me in and affects me in ways I never knew was possible.

He zips his dick away and then shoves his hand into his pocket to retrieve my house key. Chuckling, he holds it up in the air with a raised eyebrow. “You want this back?” With a flick of his wrist, he tosses it at me. “I can assure you, Marshall. It’ll take more than a lock to keep me out.” Turning on his heel, he walks away, leaving me conquered and confused, like ashes in his wake.

CHAPTER 4

MARSHALL

Iexit the staff room in a daze after talking to the officers tasked with questioning the teachers—anyone who knew Monica.

Dead.

Brutally murdered.

Those were the words they used.

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