Daddies Brat

Professor Thurston prowls toward us only to come to a stop in front of me. He’s dressed similarly to the others-like they just walked out of a board meeting filled with the world’s wealthiest A-listers. Sharply-creased dress slacks and crisp white shirts.

And rightly so. They own one of the most successful cyber security firms. Why they want to spend their time in an East Coast university I don’t have a clue. They’ve been here two years now and they are giant puzzles to me. Other than recruiting brains, why else stay? It’s not like they can’t hand select the top of each class without teaching.

Not that I’m complaining at the moment.

Massive shoulders block the only faint source of light filtering through the doorway.

“You’re beautiful when you give such forbidden orgasms.”

His friends have hands on each of my arms and stupid as it may seem, for a second I feel like the virgin being sacrificed to the Big Bad.

He cups my jaw and considers me for a long moment.

I’m so not the master I wish I was at playing it cool.

Clearly something annoys him about me being here. Or him being here. I can’t tell. He’s hard to get a read on with the light less than optimal and my brain still stuck on hyperdrive after my orgasm. A tight jaw muscle bulges and those piercing whiskey eyes bore into me. I feel like my darkest, most private secrets are being revealed to him, one by one.

After a few heartbeats of staring down at me he gifts me a roguish grin. “I’ve been curious for days about something, baby. Did you do as instructed, Jemma?”

How many times did I sit through class wishing to hear such a sweet endearment from him? Now that I have his undivided attention, I can’t seem to conjure up anything sexy to say.

Whimpering submissively, I nod, not trusting my voice at the moment. His gaze has me mesmerized. I can’t move or look away. I can only give him my full attention. Much like when he’s giving a lecture. Maybe that’s why I excel in his advanced computer science class.

Large hands come to settle on my hips. I realize it’s grown quiet. Not a sound filters through from the outside. Just the tinkering of branches against some unseen window from the storm rolling in.

“What’s the question?”

“Did you sleep with our milk still coating your skin?”

I freeze despite the sudden burst of heat pulsing through me. What a filthy question to ask. If his words aren’t bad enough, he uses his thumbs to caress lazy circles just above my hip bones and it’s driving me crazy.

“Excuse me?”

He raises a brow at my absentmindedness, roaming higher up my work dress until his palms take the weight of my breasts.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

“Maybe I wasn’t clear.” Pressing my breasts together, he growls at the sight of my uniform opening just enough to reveal the crease of my cleavage.

He leans over me.

My mouth falls open in a silent gasp.

Oh, what’s he… oh… I like that. God, it feels so nice.

Using the tip of his tongue, he drags it over the dip of my cleavage and my nipples harden impossibly hard.

Jesus.

“Did you shower these beautiful girls when you returned home after our night together? Or did you do as we instructed?”

Oh.

There’s something about the tone of his voice, so different from when he’s lecturing, that has me wanting to answer anything he asks of me. They’ve yet to come outright and ask me if I was the girl they shared. Glitter or not I could still claim innocence.

Professor Black wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me back against this hard body. And I mean hard. His thick, throbbing length presses into my ass, teasing. I swallow at the memory of seeing him shoot his load over my breasts last time. Would they take me right here in the library? Against a wall, table, or shelf? Long winter coats I didn’t notice before are tossed over a table to my far right. For a girl who prides herself on noticing the smaller details I sure missed a lot.

I clear my throat. “Did you have this planned?”

I try to move my arms and both Preston and Black tighten their hold.

“Tsk tsk, baby, you’re not going anywhere just yet. You have a few answers to give and you’re going to give us the truth.”

“And when you do, you’ll be coming with us.”

“I am?”

I am. I know it. They know it. I want to stay with them and enjoy the hundred different ways they will take me.

But instead of voicing my darker desires I go for another approach. “I’m sorry. Go with you?” They’re not going to take me to the Dean’s office, are they? “Have I done something wrong?”

Beyond the obvious, that is and if I land in the hot seat for breaking campus rules, I won’t be alone. I keep that to myself for now.

Honestly, it scares me how easily I want to follow them anywhere they lead. No questions asked. Something visceral about the way they carry themselves holds my attention and it’s not because of how close they are standing. Or how my body reacts to the simple caress of their body heat against mine.

Stunningly good looks, soul-piercing gazes, and muscles made for making me reach climaxes are only the icing on the cake with these three. Alone, each command a room, but together they pulsate a dominating energy that demands obedience.

“No, we have something else in mind.”

“Wait,” I start, but Professor Thurston is on me, pulling me out of Black’s arms and into his before I can finish. He growls into my ear, “We’re done waiting. You have no idea how long we’ve waited to have you. New Year’s was just a taste to keep us from kidnapping you the second you walked in the door of that fucking party. You’re in our world now. Let us show you just how deliciously wicked it can be.”

My brain reels from the dump of information he feeds me. “Waiting?”

“Waiting,” Preston confirms. “Watching and bidding our time. You thought the back of the classroom would keep you safe?” He laughs. “It just made us more aware of you and now that we’ve had a taste we’re not going back to looking and not touching.”