Chapter 30 #2
I grab him by the front of his shirt, pulling him up until his feet no longer touch the ground.
He lazily slaps at my arms, trying to dig his fingers into my flesh, but my long sleeves prevent him from doing damage.
“You tried to take something that wasn’t yours to take.
Now you’ll apologize to all the people you hurt.
You’ll tell everyone that you’re sorry or I’ll toss you over the side of this fucking building! ”
“Okay,” he slurs, trying to drag in a breath. “I will. I’m sorry. Just don’t kill me.”
I let him drop at my feet, and he coughs, pulling in greedy gulps of air.
Going to my bag, I bring over a notepad and a pen, pushing it into his chest. “You will write an apology for all the wrong you’ve done. You’ll say you don’t deserve to live because you fucking don’t. You don’t deserve anything,” I snarl.
With tears streaming down his face, he writes a sloppy confession, apologizing for all the students he hurt and promising not to do it again.
After I read it over, I put the notepad away and watch in disgust as Hilman tries to get to his feet.
“I’ll be ruined,” he cries, his head in his hands. “My life is over.”
“Yeah, it is,” I growl. Reaching out, I grab him by the front of his shirt again and toss him off the building.
He screams as he falls, and it’s followed by a dull crunch.
I look down at the body, watching as the blood spreads around his head.
When I’ve looked my fill, I walk back over to the notepad, rip off the letter and rest it under the empty vodka bottle. Then I shoulder my bag and leave the roof.
When I get to my office, I check the cameras in the building, making sure none were working in the hallway where Hilman and I were.
Once I’m sure they didn’t pick anything up, I turn off the loop I set up, gather my things, and head out.
I put on the performance of a lifetime when I find Hilman’s body and call the authorities. Blood drips from my hands from when the operator told me to try CPR, even after I told her I checked his pulse and didn’t feel anything.
Two hours later, I’m released, but not before getting the number for a trauma counselor.
When I get home, I go to my room to find Luca in the middle of my bed, soft snores leaving his lips.
I want to go to him now; I want to tell him I love him, to take him slowly and sweetly so he knows he’ll always be cherished, no matter what.
But before that, I need to wash the smell of murder from my limbs.
I duck my head under the shower spray, thinking about what I’ve just done. After shit went down with Crista and her ex, I wondered if I would have been able to kill her, if I would have been strong enough to handle it. I’ve always had a temper, but murder was something different.
Now that I’ve done it, I feel nothing. Hilman can’t hurt anyone else, least of all my Luca.
Luca deserves to feel safe and protected. Now that he has me, now that he loves me, I’ll be the person who always makes him feel that way.
Hilman had to fucking go. Now that he’s dead, Luca will never have to worry again.
When I’m clean—my hands free of blood—I climb from the shower and sling a towel around my waist. Luca is still fast asleep, a small lump in the middle of my bed.
My heart clenches at seeing him there. This is where he belongs, in my bed, in my home. With me.
Dropping the towel, I crawl onto the bed, dragging the blanket down. Luca is lying on his side, curled around one of my pillows. He’s wearing one of my shirts, the material swimming around him. I’ve never seen anything so fucking beautiful.
“Little lamb,” I whisper as I turn him to his back.
He blinks his eyes open slowly, then smiles lazily when he sees me. “Mad. Hey. You’re back late.” He spreads his legs so I can nestle between them. I gasp when I come into contact with naked skin.
Swallowing thickly, I say, “I got caught up at work. Sorry I’m late.”
“Never too late,” he mutters, still smiling.
I bend and kiss him softly, resting gently against him. Luca’s dick thickens against mine and he moves his hips to get friction.
Sliding my hand under his shirt, I rub a thumb over his nipple, smiling when he gasps. “I missed you, little lamb.”
“Missed you too. Please Mad, I need you.”
“I’ll take care of you, baby. Let me kiss you more. I can’t get enough of your mouth.”
Luca tips up his chin and I take his lips in a slow, languid kiss. His soft whimper makes my heart race, his hands on my back urging me on, making me feel more alive than I ever have.
Breaking the kiss, I trail my lips to his neck, lapping and nipping at him. Since we started this thing between us, I’ve had to fight to keep my marks off him, not wanting anyone to ask questions.
Now, I want the world to know that he’s mine, that my lips on him gave him these marks.
Luca moans loudly, his fingers rough in my hair as he holds my head in place.
I keep up my thumbing over his nipple, alternating until they’re both hard buds, begging for my mouth.
Lowering to his chest, I take a nipple into my mouth over his shirt, teasing the pebbled flesh.
“Mad,” Luca breathes, sounding fucked out already. “Shirt… off…”
I chuckle as he claws at his shirt to get it over his head. He tosses it to the floor and places his hands over his head, giving me the perfect view of his slim, lithe body. His pink nipples are hard for me, begging for my mouth again.
Bending, I capture one, sucking on it softly as I rub the other between my thumb and forefinger.
“Oh yes,” he whispers, his body shuddering against me. “That… feels… mmf. I think I can come like this.”
Luca, being in his early twenties, has a great refractory period, so I push him, kissing and licking at his nipples until he cries out, wetting my front with his release.
Chuckling against his chest, I say, “You okay?”
“Better,” he whispers, a soft smile on his face. “What about you?”
“Oh, I’m not nearly done with you yet, Luca. I’ll get there… eventually.”
He whimpers at my ominous tone, but his eyes grow heated. My arousal shoots sky high, precum leaking down my shaft.
Kissing down his chest, I lick his release from his belly, swallowing him down. He tastes salty and sweet, the best thing I’ve ever had on my tongue.
Sliding down further, I waste no time taking in his half-hard cock, listening to him groan loudly as I suck him slowly.
In no time, he’s fully erect, his cockhead bumping against my tonsils as I take him as deep as I can.
Luca’s fingernails scratch along my scalp as he moves my head up and down. “Oh God, Mad. Yes. Harder, please?”
He moans and babbles and begs as I suck and lap at him, hollowing my cheeks so I can apply pressure to his shaft.
“Oh… oh… shit. Shit, Teacher!” Luca says and I immediately pull off him, looking up at him in concern. “Sorry, you didn’t do anything wrong. I just don’t want to come until you’re inside me. I need to feel you.” He holds his arms out to me.
I breathe out a sigh of relief and slide up his body, settling between his legs.
Reaching into the nightstand, I pull out lube, then make quick work of getting Luca ready. He spreads for me beautifully, his hole just as eager to have me inside as I am to be there.
Notching my cockhead to his opening, I look down at Luca and thumb over his cheek. He looks up at me with such an open expression that my confession comes tumbling out. “I love you, little lamb.”
He gasps, then shudders when I push into him, his pucker welcoming me like it missed me.
“God, I fucking love you, Luca.” I rest a hand on his face as I slowly roll into him. I make love to Luca, keeping eye contact with him so I can watch every emotion that crosses his face.
“Mad,” he whispers, a tear sliding down his cheek. “I love you. You’re… love you.”
I kiss him, thrusting into him on a gentle wave. Luca rocks with me, meeting me thrust for thrust. His nails dig into my back, leaving scratches behind that will sting when I shower, when I put on a shirt, when I bend over.
I’ll feel Luca all over me for days.
A reminder of the day I told him I love him, and when I killed for him.
And I’ll do it again.
“Mad, make me come,” he whispers when he breaks the kiss.
Picking up the speed of my hips, I snap into him, tagging his prostate with hard thrusts. Luca’s nails dig into me harder, and I feel wetness trailing down my back.
I hiss as I grab his hip, watching his mouth drop open as I rail him into the mattress.
“Fuck, Luca. You… feel… fucking phenomenal. I’m coming. Oh fuck.”
“Me too,” he whimpers, then explodes on my belly as my hips stutter, my cock kicking off inside him, painting his walls.
“God.” I huff out an exhausted breath, rolling to the side while I bring Luca over with me. “Are you okay?” I ask, rubbing his back in soft motions.
He laughs lightly. “Yeah, I feel great. That was unexpected. I figured you’d be tired after work.” He leans up so he can peer into my eyes. “What held you up?”
Sighing, I thumb over his cheek and give him a sad smile I’ve perfected from my time on stage. “Hilman was found on campus. Dead. Suicide.”
Luca gasps and sits up, pulling me out of him with a hiss. “What? What happened?”
“Not sure. I was on my way out and found him on the sidewalk in front of the building. It was… not pretty.”
It was actually one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen, his head swimming in blood, his limbs twisted at odd angles. Fucking poetry in its brokenness.
Luca’s shoulders slump. “Jesus. Are you okay? You found him like that? It couldn’t have been easy.”
“I’m okay, little lamb.” I bring him down so he’s lying on my chest, my cum leaking from his hole onto my leg.
It’s fucking perfect… Luca naked in my arms, his warm body against mine. I couldn’t ask for anything more.
“Now you’ll be safe, Luca. No one else will hurt you.”
His breath catches and I realize I said too much. I know he can hear my heart thumping hard against my ribcage, but he simply kisses my pec and whispers, “Thank you, Professor.”
“Love you,” I whisper, loving how the words feel rolling off my tongue.
“Love you too.”