Chapter Thirty-Seven #2
I check my reflection one last time, making sure my skirt is nice and short, and my thigh-highs are symmetrical. I grab my backpack, throw it over my shoulder and an old textbook before going downstairs to the study where Maverick is teaching.
He lifts a brow when he spots me, tapping a pen against his bottom lip. “Any questions?” He asks and then, “Class dismissed.” He shuts the laptop we got him for Christmas and pushes it to the side. “Miss Monroe, can I help you?”
I nervously bite my lip, taking a seat in the chair before him, the leather cool against my naked ass.
When I don’t say anything he sits down. “Speak, Miss Monroe, my time is limited.”
“I… d-don’t understand… some of the mm-material. I was h-hoping you could… help mm-me?”
He sits back in his chair, green eyes sliding from my boots to my thighs, to the outrageously tight button-up shirt I put on without a bra.
My nipples tighten underneath, and they feel strained against the material.
“I see. Come, show me what it is you find just oh so difficult .” He growls and god, it’s so hot when he’s like this.
I shouldn’t find his condescending tone so sexy but here I am, warmth pooling between my thighs, needy and begging for his touch.
I stand, and let the textbook fall open on the desk. His eyes look down and flick back up to me, annoyed. “I said come here, Miss Monroe, not stand on the other side of me. If I’m to teach you, then I must do it properly. Now.”
Oh god.
I purposely leave the book where it is and round the desk to get to him. He moves away so I have to get in front of him and then I stammer, “Oh, s-sorry,” bending over to reach for it then drag it down and flip it. Which causes him to hiss. When I try to stand straight he gently pushes me forward.
“Is that how you walk around campus?”
“It… it was laundry d-day.”
“Was it?” His fingers are gentle as they crawl up the backs of my thighs, pushing the hem of my skirt up to the small of my back.
I make my voice as small as possible. “Yes?”
“I think you’re lying, Raven,” he kneads my ass, thumbs lifting and separating only to drop them. “Coming in here interrupting my class, wearing this little skirt.”
“No! ”
“I think you are. I think…” he goes back to pulling my ass apart again, using his foot to kick mine wider apart, “you came here to try and seduce your professor."
Fuck yes, I did. “No! I’m… I’m a good girl.”
“Then why are you glistening ? Hmm? Filthy little liar.”
I moan when his thumb rubs around my clit in tight little circles, teasing and tormenting, waiting for me to answer, applying more pressure.
“I… I…” I can’t think.
“That’s right,” his touch is so delicate, coating his large, long fingers in my arousal then rough when he shoves two in me, spreading inside then hooking and I cry out. “I’ll ask again and this time if you’re honest, I’ll reward you. Now, is this what you came here for Miss Monroe?”
He spanks me when I don't reply.
“Yes!” I try to move, to follow his fingers but his hold on my lower back is strong.
He removes his fingers, and I groan at the loss of him. “Quiet, Raven. Anyone could walk by, and I’ll be fired. Be a good little mute.”
I try. I really do, but when I hear his zipper going down the teeth and the tip of his velvety length nudges my sopping wet entrance, so eager for him, I let out a whimper and it earns me another spank. God yes. He teases me with only the tip, never going fully in. Pure torture. “Please!”
“Please what , Miss Monroe? Quickly. I don’t have all day.”
“Please f-fuck me, Professor Harrington.” Words I wanted to say out loud for such a long time. “Please. I’ll be… a good girl.”
He shoves every stiff, thick inch into me so brutally that I don’t even have a chance to prepare for the biting stretch of him. I let out a scream which makes me haul me up by the hair and he covers my mouth with his free hand. “I said quiet, Tongueless .”
The lip of the desk hits my clit with each thrust, and I’m so fucking gone, already a trembling, fragile mess in his arms. He pulls out and turns me, helping me on the desk.
My heels find purchase on the edge of the old thing, as he sinks back into me, looming over me, ripping my shirt so my breasts pop free, buttons scattering everywhere, one hand between us to play with my clit the other fisting my hair so we’re nose to nose.
“Is this what you wanted, Siren? To have your professor’s cock in your exquisite cunt? Hmm?”
I nod, trying to be the best angel for my devil, biting my lip, overwhelmed by every sensation wracking my body, driving me insane.
God, it’s so good, the thickness of his crown hits my spot over and over, the strong veins like pulsating ridges, strong fingers stimulating my clit, and the way he throbs, so hot and thick has me seizing, lost and trapped in the pleasure he gives me.
My legs draw up to my chest, allowing him to go deeper.
“Yes, my perfect girl, there it is, fuck . Come for me, Siren. Come on your professor’s cock like the filthy little slut that you are.
” He groans, the rumble in his chest is so deep when he comes it triggers another small orgasm to know I make him come undone.
That he reaches ecstasy because of me. “There’s my good fucking girl, squeezing every drop out of my cock. ”
I’m spent, but I don’t move from where I’m perched when he withdraws, tucking himself back into his slacks and sitting back in his chair, peridot eyes drinking me in the way my pussy leaks out our cum.
He grabs his phone and snaps a picture, throwing his phone down to relax.
He’s still dressed, only his sleeves are rolled up and the sight of his strong, tatted forearms makes me happy.
He finally grabs a few tissues and cleans me up, then holds his arms out for me to sit on his lap and he plants a kiss on my cheek. “You are… divine, Siren. I love you with all that I am.”
Warmth floods through me, making me want to squirm. “I love you, Maverick.” I sigh as we sit silently together.
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For the second time today, I’m checking my reflection in the mirror. Heels on. Red dress on point, makeup is flawless. They didn’t tell me where we’re going only to dress up. So I did .
As soon as I step out of my bedroom and climb up the stairs, it’s gotten colder. I got up to the final floor, seeing the door leading to the rooftop open and clamber up those steps, too. I can hear soft cello music playing so of course now I’m suspicious.
“Happy Valentine’s Day!” They shout as soon as my head pops up and Kronos barks happily.
I gasp when I see them.
My beautiful men, dressed to the nines in tailored suits, then giggle when I see my happy boys, Kronos and Lucifer in little Cupid costumes.
The space heaters Damon had installed are on making it much warmer and twinkling lights are dangling from the fenced-around roof to our left is the New York City skyline.
In the center is a table set up for four, along with candles and wine, and as I approach, I laugh at the contents in the center, bringing tears to my eyes.
Gourmet pizza and pasta from my favorite place on Seventh Street in Kingston.
My men approach me, Jonas first, then Damon, and lastly Maverick.
I bend to nuzzle Kronos and Luci lets me pet him, but I’m sure it’s more so to take off the little cap I’m sure Jonas wrangled him to put on.
Little hellion. I relieve him of it, which makes him purr and they take me so we can have our candlelit dinner and look at the skyline.
It's only then that I recognize the music playing – mine . The symphony I orchestrated from scratch. My death lullaby.
And as I take my seat and Damon pushes in my chair, Jonas hands me a manilla envelope. I arch a brow as I take it, and open it up, my jaw dropping at the documents.
It's from a record label.
Jonas is biting his lip nervously. “I know you want to go to Julliard, and I want you to do whatever it is that you want. But all the views you’ve gotten from our Instagram reels,” I didn’t mind that he would post me playing guitar or any other instruments.
My room looks like a music store with how many instruments I’ve accumulated while recording.
“They reached out, baby. They see what we see – how incredible you are. My mom had her lawyers meet with theirs. Babe, they want to work with you. There are bands out there asking for you to play a violin or cello section for their songs.”
I worry my lip, but Damon places a warm hand over mine. “You wouldn’t have to leave New York. They have an office and recording studio here.”
I let out a sigh of relief just as Maverick brushes my arm with his fingertips, sending goosebumps up my arm and to my shoulder. “But if you want to put this on hold, and finish school, that’s okay, too. Whatever you want, we want for you as well.”
“Marry me,” I blurt out.
“Oh, fuck yeah, but we do the asking, baby. Not you.” Jonas laughs. “This may be the least traditional relationship ever, but I’ll be traditional with that. You don’t have to think about this right now, baby. I couldn’t wait to tell you, but they made me promise to hold off until tonight.”
I grin at my men, “I’ll… th-think about…
it.” I promise. Because they’re right, Julliard is my dream.
Well, one of many. As the pizza boxes open and we start eating the best pizza in the entire continental US, looking over at the skyline, Kronos and Luci at my feet, the conversation flowing… I’m pretty sure I’m living the dream.
I check my wrist.
Jonas.
Damon.
Maverick.
Yeah, it’s real.
And it’s mine .
The End .
Or is it…?