Page 131 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10

Saturday

There was nothing hotter than my name on her lips. It felt like I’d been waiting for her to say my name like that again for years. And I knew exactly what she was asking.

I closed the distance between us and pressed her back against the wall. I needed her. Yes, needed . She was my drug and I just needed more. I pushed her tank top up her torso.

Penny lifted her arms in the air and let me pull her shirt the rest of the way off.

I grabbed her jaw and turned her face toward me. I knew my fingers were digging into her skin. And I didn’t care. I needed her to give me her full attention. "I will never share you again. Do you understand me?"

"Yes." Her voice was shaky, but filled with desire.

I shoved her yoga pants down her thighs. As she stepped out of them, I put my hands on the wall on either side of her face. I knew she was angry. But I also knew she was as desperate for me as I was for her. And I wanted to hear her say the words. "I want to fuck you. Hard. Is that what you want?"

"Yes.” The word fell from her lips as a gasp even though I wasn’t even touching her yet.

Her pupils were dilated. And she was staring at me like she used to. Like I was a fucking god. Because only I could give her what she liked.

I pushed my sweatpants down, grabbed her ass, and lifted her legs around me.

I didn’t bother warming her up. I knew she’d be soaked.

She was as turned on by our fight as I was.

She loved driving me crazy. I’d show her how crazy I was for her.

I sunk my cock deep inside of her tight pussy and stifled a groan. Fuck.

She closed her eyes at the sensation of me filling her.

Baby, I’m just getting started. I’m giving you what you deserve after torturing me. I thrust in and out of her, pressing her ass against the wall.

She buried her fingers in my hair, pulling my lips down to her neck.

I’d missed the feeling of her fingers in my hair.

I missed her always pulling me closer, like she could never get enough of me.

I kissed her collarbone as my hands gripped her ass tighter.

I missed the weight of her ass in my hands too.

She moaned.

But that’s what I missed the most. Right there. The sound she made while I fucked her senseless.

Usually fucking her calmed me down. But I could still feel the anger coursing through my veins. I slammed into her harder. Faster. My breath was ragged against her neck. "You think I ruined you?" I whispered into her ear. I thrust my cock even deeper.

She moaned again.

I bit down on her earlobe. "I'll show you what it's like to be ruined." I pulled out of her and set her feet back down on the ground. I turned her so that she was facing the wall. My erection pressed into the small of her back as I grabbed her hands and placed them against the wall.

She was practically panting.

"You asked me to punish you." I grabbed her hips and pulled them until she was arching her back.

Her hands were still pressed against the wall.

I loved her just like this. Completely at my mercy.

"And I intend to.” I let my eyes trail from her tiny waist, past the dimples at the bottom of her spine, and down to her pale ass.

I swallowed hard. “Don't move out of this position.

" This is going to sting. And you deserve it, you dirty girl.

I lifted my palm and slapped her ass hard.

She gasped in surprise.

I needed her to stop acting like a child.

And as long as she did, I was going to scold her like one.

Just the way she liked. Because my girl loved being a little slut for me.

I was starting to wonder if I’d like her calling me Daddy as much as I liked her calling me Professor Hunter.

"When I tell you it's time to go, you will not make me ask twice. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she said breathlessly.

I spanked her again. "You will not jeopardize your safety on purpose."

"I didn't..."

I spanked her even harder. The time for conversations was over. I was the one in control, and she was going to agree to every fucking thing I said. "Do you understand?"

"Yes."

Good girl. I cradled her red ass cheek in my hand, caressing it gently.

I wasn’t done with my demands, but she was finally behaving.

And good behavior meant a reward. So I slipped my other hand between her thighs.

You’re dripping, baby. My perfect little slut.

I slid one finger inside of her wetness, teasing her.

"Professor Hunter," she panted.

She wasn’t going to distract me by using my title. I spanked her harder still. "And you will not lie to me." I slipped another finger inside of her.

"Never."

I slapped her ass again. "Tell me that you need me as much as I need you." Because I did need her. Like a drug in my veins. I’d never stop needing her.

"I need you,” she moaned. “I need you, Professor Hunter."

Baby, if only you knew what need really is.

What obsession really is. I grabbed her hips and thrust back inside of her from behind.

Fuck yes. My fingers dug into her skin. Even though she’d agreed to everything I’d said, I was still angry.

I grabbed her long red hair and pulled her head back.

And I fucked her harder than I ever had before.

So that she’d never be able to forget who was in control here.

"Professor Hunter," she moaned.

Fuck. "Come for me, Penny." I tugged her hair again. I was close. Each time I slid into her tight pussy, she drove me closer and closer to the edge.

“Professor Hunter,” she panted again as her pussy clenched around me.

I felt the pull in my stomach. I pushed myself deeper, all the way to my hilt, and exploded inside of her. There was no better feeling than her gripping my cock.

I exhaled and slowly pulled out of her. I stared down at the red mark my palm had left on her ass. It felt like something inside me broke. I knelt down and placed a kiss against where I’d spanked her. And I just kept staring at my handprint. It had been someone else’s hands on her last night.

Tyler’s words echoed around in my head: You should have heard her screaming my name.

I had Penny back. But I didn’t think I’d ever stop thinking about her with someone else.

I didn’t think it would ever stop hurting.

"The thought of you screaming his name haunts me.

Never again. You're mine." I kissed the mark again.

Penny turned to face me.

I stayed on my knees. I couldn’t look at her.

Yes, I’d always be haunted by what she’d done with Tyler.

But I was also a hypocrite. I’d woken up naked in Isabella’s bed.

And it didn’t matter that I didn’t remember what happened.

What mattered was that if I didn’t know how to forgive her…

how could she forgive me? And I really needed her to forgive me.

I leaned forward and kissed the bruise on her stomach. I’m so sorry that I am the way I am.

I just wanted to stay down here and beg her not to leave me.

Penny knelt down beside me. "I didn't scream his name.”

My eyes finally found hers. What?

“Actually, I screamed yours." She shrugged her shoulders.

I couldn’t help but smile. Fucking Tyler. I imagined his reaction when Penny had moaned my name instead of his. Certainly that had hurt his pride as much as my fist. No wonder he’d lied to me. "I'm not as easy to forget as you implied?"

"No. I've tried."

We were finally at the point where I could talk about what really happened.

The conversation that we’d needed for weeks.

But now I was scared to have it. I’d been tormented without her.

Dr. Clark was partially right, no matter how badly I wanted him to be wrong.

No, I wasn’t scared of rejection. I was just scared of Penny rejecting me.

Penny was all I cared about. All I thought about. "I wanted you to."

Her eyes searched mine. "What? What do you mean?"

"I wanted you to forget about me. That's why I haven't been talking to you."

"Why? I told you that I loved you."

"I know. But I'm no good for you. You deserve someone without so much...without so many issues."

"What issues?"

I swallowed hard. "You were right. You don't know me as well as you should."

"I do."

"You don't,” I said. She was probably expecting me to elaborate. But I’d never been good at offering information freely.

She just stared at me. "So if you wanted me to forget about you, why did you come to the party last night?"

"When you sent me that text about having a nice life it made me realize that I couldn't. Not unless you were in it."

"That's a selfish reason." She repeated the words back to me that I’d used. When she told me her excuse for lying about her age.

"It is. But I've seen you disappearing these past few weeks. Not eating. Drinking too much. Not focusing in class. I may be bad for you, but I'm better than the alternative."

"So I get to be with you by default?"

"I need you, Penny. I'm addicted to you.” She wanted the truth.

And that was the truth. Despite what Dr. Clark said, I knew myself.

And I knew this feeling. I loved Penny. I did.

But my love was intertwined with something much more sinister.

All I could offer her was my promise to try and be better.

“I want what's best for you. And I'm going to try hard to be that for you. "

"You know that I'm addicted to you too.”

You’re not. Not like I am with you.

“Or else our argument wouldn't have just turned into sex. But you left me. I've never felt so broken before. Tyler was there to help try and pick up the pieces. And if I'm being honest, I didn't just sleep with him because I was drunk."

"I know." I gritted my teeth. Even though I kept telling myself otherwise, I knew. I’d seen the two of them together. He made her laugh. He made her smile. And all I seemed to do was make her cry.

"I have feelings for him too."

Breathe. "Here is where I should tell you to go to him. Where I should be unselfish. Please don't make me do that."

"I know you said you needed time, but you waited so long. You made it seem like you wanted nothing to do with me. You wouldn't even look at me in class. I thought...I thought..." She put her face in her hands. "I made a mess of everything."

"No, I did." I hated seeing her hurting. It made me feel physically sick. And this wasn’t her fault.

It was mine. I grabbed her face in my hands.

"I never should have walked out on you that night.

I understand why you lied. And I did exactly what you feared.

But I need you to know that the age difference means nothing to me.

" It should have. But I was a sick fuck and that wasn’t exactly groundbreaking news.

"When you were in high school, I was in elementary school."

I laughed. "It doesn't matter."

"You're my professor."

"It doesn't matter." It’s never fucking mattered .

I leaned forward and kissed her, ignoring the sting of the cut on my lip.

I grabbed the back of her head and leaned into her until her back hit the floor.

"I'm sorry." I kissed the top of her bandage, then the side of her neck.

I trailed kisses between her breasts and down her stomach, tasting every inch of her skin.

"Mmm."

I kissed the inside of her thigh. "I missed you." I missed this.

"I missed you too."

I kissed the inside of her other thigh. "I want you again," I whispered against her skin. I’d never stop wanting her. Needing her. I lightly brushed my fingers against her clit. She was still aroused. Still soaking wet. She’d been without me for so long and her pussy was always greedy for me.

Penny grabbed the bottom of my chin and tilted my head toward her. "I want you too."

I leaned forward and pressed my lips against hers. Gently this time. Lovingly. I needed her to know that this was more than fucking.

Penny wrapped her legs around me and I slowly entered her warmth.

Fuck. I swear my cock was made for her pussy.

She ran her fingers down the muscles of my back, savoring this moment just as much as me.

I loved punishing her. But I loved this too.

The contrast between the two didn’t seem possible.

I needed that raw passion just as much as I needed this right here.

Penny possessed everything I needed. She was made for me. Just me.

I reached down and massaged her clit.

Her moan of pleasure making my hips move faster, thrusting my cock deeper.

“Professor Hunter,” she gasped.

My perfect dirty girl. I ran my hand up the side of her torso.

I swear it felt like her warmth was seeping back into my cold soul.

I felt lighter than I had in weeks. And I was never letting go.

I intertwined my fingers with hers, lifted her hands above her head, and pinned them against the floor.

I moved my hips faster and her legs wrapped tighter around my waist.

"Promise that you'll remember that you're mine,” I said.

"I promise," she moaned as her pussy clenched around me.

I squeezed her hands as I emptied every last drop of my cum inside of her. Right where it belonged. I stared down at her as I tried to catch my breath. I rubbed the tip of my nose down the length of hers and gave her another kiss.

I had her back. Finally. My thoughts immediately stopped.

I didn’t have her back.

I hadn’t told her what I’d done. Or…hadn’t done.

Fuck. I pulled out of her and stood up. I grabbed my sweatpants off the floor and pulled them on as I stared down at her naked on my floor.

And I kept staring. Because I wanted to imprint this in my mind.

If I was lucky, the cameras Ian had installed in my apartment had captured the perfect angle of her.

Just in case I had to play this scene on repeat while I was alone again.

Because I’d told Penny we were on a break. I’d been adamant about that. About how she shouldn’t have slept with Tyler because we were technically still together.

And I’d done worse. I’d slept with the devil.