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Smolder: To burn slowly without flame.

T hen why do I feel like I’m on fire?

What the fuck was I doing? I was kissing my student and holy fuck…her kiss burned me with the forbidden touch.

“Mmm…” She moaned softly, driving me even more wild.

I was holding onto her dress, her straps looping around my fist like I was anchoring her…or myself.

This was dangerous in more fucking ways than one.

“Fallon,” I said, my voice sounding hoarse, strained like my fucking dick in my pants.

“We—” She started to speak, but her mouth was back on mine, her tongue dueling for dominance.

The feeling of my little pipsqueak trying to take control made me chuckle. I gripped her dress straps harder, the fabric snapping in places and making her gasp.

“Oh, Little Voyeur.” I pulled her onto my lap. Her body was so close to mine that her neck kinked from the angle of the coffin’s position.

“Yes, Professor Masters?”

Her words were innocent, but her body was something else. Her natural curves hugged me in ways that felt right. She reached up and held my face in her hands, her eyes drifting down my face like she was trying to memorize the details.

I smirked at her awkwardly sitting on my lap, my cocky attitude swelling with my dick on her luscious thick ass. She didn’t smile back at me. Instead, she kept looking at me, her thumb slightly running back and forth over my cheek.

I could fuck a girl without feeling this weird sensation crawling up my skin, but this sweet woman holding my face like this made me feel…strange but not unpleasant.

What was this feeling?

“What are you doing?” I asked. My voice was husky, but that tinge of fear was audible.

She seemed to snap out of her haze, her hands falling, and she became nervous.

“I don’t know. Sorry,” she mumbled, pulling away slightly.

I chuckled, keeping her sitting on my lap. I picked her hand up again, dragging it over my lips and down my chest. Her breath hitched, and I enjoyed the way her cheeks flushed from the soft light shining through the cracks in the wood, the color spreading to her neck and shoulders.

“I am going to kiss you again, Little Voyeur,” I warned.

I never gave any warning about my actions. I never gave a shit if she wanted me to kiss her or not.

Right now, though…I wanted her to want it, too.

I felt vulnerable, I realized.

The feeling was weird. I felt like a weight was pushing on my chest, and it was swallowing me into a black hole.

The coffin around us was beginning to feel smothering.

My heart rate was picking up, and I felt disoriented.

Starved for oxygen, I adjusted Fallon on my lap and leaned into her neck.

She smelled so fucking good, a mix of lemony citrus scents.

I pulled the mask back over my face, not wanting her to see me hyperventilating like a goddamn moron.

“Pharaoh? Why are you hiding from me?” she said.

I couldn’t answer her. Instead, I flipped her around to face away from me, angling her back against my chest with the force I put on her neck.

She moaned and arched like a good girl.

“Mmm. Professor?”

Her concern was there, but it was hidden, even more so when I started working her little pussy by reaching my hand over her legs and opening her wide for me.

“Shhhh…” I said by her ear, sliding my fingers over her wet slit again and again. The sounds of how wet she was echoed in the wooden coffin. She bit her lip, trying to squirm away from me.

I kept her still by holding her delicious cunt in my hand.

“Uh-uh, baby. I will anchor you down with my cock if I have to. Are you gonna’ be a good girl for me and sit still?”

She gasped and rocked her pelvis onto my hand.

I chuckled in her ear, using the red mask’s defect of a broken mouth to take advantage of the pulsing vein in her neck.

I bit down, her heartbeat thrumming on my lips.

“Mmm…” I praised, kissing the spots I bruised. “I love it when you’re a good girl for me.”

Her body was practically vibrating on top of me.

I growled at the feel of her, loving her thick thighs, the mounds of delicious curves, and her bouncing tits. God, it was all fucking magic.

“I am such a bad man,” I moaned, thrusting my fingers in deep. “To such a sweet, good fucking girl.”

Fallon moaned. My words were real. True. And the more I coveted this woman, the more potent they felt. Yet I couldn’t fucking stop. She was like a beacon to me—the only time I felt any instance of light in my dark world. She made me see again after being so goddamn blind.

She was everything…she was dangerous.

Internally, I roared at my struggle and my obsessive need for her. I wasn’t going to quench this insatiable thirst until I had her underneath me. I shoved her forward as much as the space would allow, her goddess of a body landing on her stomach with a startled gasp.

I didn’t give her a minute to adjust. Throwing up her dress and trying to adjust myself like a pretzel to get my tongue right where I fucking wanted it, I moaned, my hands positioning her on her knees, pulling her thick ass to my face for a better taste.

There was not a single place this woman didn’t inflict an undying desire for me to want more. She tightened and bucked, her body unsteady and her protests fearful of my exploration of her forbidden skin.

“Professor,” she shrieked her words, a blend of a moan and fear.

I licked harder, using one hand to fuck her sweet pussy and the other to open her other hole for me.

“I need you,” I said, my voice nearly inhuman.

I was succumbing to my addiction, my inability to let her go. She struggled under me, and that drove my desire higher. Her fear and cries of pain were gasoline on an open flame. I was transfixed.

I was irrevocably confined to the wills of this female. I wanted her—no, I needed her. I needed to feel her come in my mouth, needing to fill every fucking hole and watch her drown in the streams of orgasms she wrought from me.

“Stop Pharaoh,” she yelled, her little whimpers of pain and pleasure becoming my undoing.

I freed my cock, my piercing glinting from the moonlight that streamed inside the box. I was going to claim this woman. I was going to mark every inch of her body with my fucking come.

She would be mine.

I poised my thick head at her entrance, and groaned. She was so ready, and tight, begging me to…wait.

I blinked down at Fallon. My Little Voyeur was leaning away from me. Her beautiful eyes had tears streaming down her face, and her body was marked in red bite marks and bruises forming in the shape of handprints. I looked down at my hands in horror.

What did I do?

What did I fucking do?

Trying to push my body away from her with the space I had, I stayed against the far wall, the area that it was broken, giving her as much distance as I could.

Her come was still dripping down my chin onto my hands.

I could still taste her. I was fighting with the darkness inside me—the man behind the mask.

Joe appeared onto my lap, and I growled, pushing with all my strength enough to throw him off me through the shattered coffin and into the mud.

“Go the fuck away,” I yelled, snapping at him, pushing myself out of the confined box. He laughed in my face, poking my dick with a stick from the ground. “Get away from me!”

Joe laughed again, his maniacal sinister hissing vibrating in my ears. My dick dropped on my leg like an anvil, the fucker killing my lust fast.

“It still baffles me how you got to spring loose from Looner-Ville when you are one of the most fucked up people who ever darkened the doorsteps of Hospital Twelve.” I glared at him, his face inches from mine. My eyes were a set route to my hell. All my anger and pain resided just in the depths.

“You say you didn’t kill sweet, precious Ariah, but let’s be real, big boy. You did. If you’d listened to that hot stuff wife of yours instead of chasing after addictions all of the time, maybe you would have been there when the big bad reaper killed her.”

I felt a calm type of rage well into my soul. The mention of Ariah made me sink into the darkness, embracing its call.

“You killed her,” I said. Joe laughed again.

“Tick-tock, boy. Remember. I didn’t know you. My kills were all the delicious little playthings from my own home. Think to yourself, why would I go out of my way to kill a pretty little thing like her?”

I paused, his words confusing me. He had to have killed her.

“And why would I kill one victim unlike the rest? You think if I got my hands on your delicious little wife, she would have simply laid down on that ground with every hair intact but the little boo-boo on her back?” His voice grew, the mania taking over his calm.

“Tick-tock, soldier. You are a fool. Always being the good boy, the professor at school. No, no, but wait. Ah, it looks like you were too late. Bye-bye, wifey. Bye-bye, Baby Xeny Poo. One knife but killed two.”

His riddles hurt my head, a pressure throbbing behind my eyes and making me feel blind. I swatted at him, willing him to disappear back to the dark corners of my mind. I didn’t want to think like this. I didn’t want any more confusion and pain.

“Fuck off!” I said, roaring at the cackling man as he evaporated in front of my eyes.

In his place sat Fallon, looking at me with so much terror on her face. I felt every bit like the devil mask I wore.

I was a monster.