FILTHY ETHNICS: THE PROFESSOR'S OBSESSION

Chapter 3

LUNA’S POV

My legs still shook, and c*m trickled down the insides of my thighs when Marcus’s words hung in the air like a lit fuse.

"Elliott, you weren’t supposed to"

The professor’s hand tightened around my waist, fingers digging in so hard it hurt. I could feel the shift in his grip, what was possessive now edged into something protective, tense and volatile like a coiled spring. Jax stood a few feet away, his eyes darting between us, the easy smile gone, replaced by something darker, hungrier.

And Marcus? The owner of the club looked like he’d just swallowed glass.

"Supposed to what, Hale?"

Elliott’s voice was cold, low, controlled, deadly.

"Are you supposed to pay for a private dance?"

Or are you supposed to find out that you’ve been running an underage exploitation ring while pretending to host “private parties”?

In seconds, Marcus’s face drained from red to pale. “That’s not listening, this is a mistake. Nyx is legal and consenting here”

"Close your mouth."

Elliott stepped forward, pulling me with him so that my back pressed against his chest. His c**k, still half-hard, pressed against my ass through his trousers, a dirty reminder of what he’d just done to me in front of everyone.

"You think I don’t know about the side deals?"

The “special clients” who pay extra to take dancers off-site? The ones who leave bruises that don’t go away? My stomach sank. I’d heard rumors that guys would disappear for a weekend and come back bruised and quiet. I’d told myself it wasn’t my business. I danced, got paid, and left.

But now Elliott’s words hit me like punches, and Marcus’s scared look told me everything. Then Jax moved swiftly. He grabbed my arm, pulling me out of Elliott’s grip.

"Nyx, let’s go."

Let’s get you cleaned up. Elliott’s growl sounded like an animal.

"Touch her again and I’ll break your hand."

Jax didn’t hesitate. Instead, he pulled me closer, his tattooed arm wrapping around my waist, dangerously close to where Elliott’s semen was still leaking from me. His lips brushed my ear, his voice a low whisper just for me.

"Baby, you don’t have to stay with this crazy bastard. There’s a shower in my dressing room."

Hot water. No questions. I’ll wash you myself, slowly and gently, to get every drop of him out of you. Heat flooded through me again sharp, treacherous. Jax’s hand moved down, palm flat against my lower belly, fingers brushing the base of my p***y. He was hard too; I could feel it pressing against my ass through his tight dancer trousers.

The teasing we’d always done suddenly felt real and dangerous. He brushed my c**t with his thumb, spreading the leftover c*m, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning.

Elliott’s eyes narrowed.

"Step away."

Jax chuckled darkly.

"Or what? You’re going to f**k her again right here? In front of Marcus and everyone else in the VIP room? I’m pretty sure that’s against the rules of your fancy professor."

The room fell silent. Even the bass from the main floor faded into the background. I was caught between Jax’s teasing heat at my back and Elliott’s furious possession in front of me. My p***y throbbed, still stretched and full of Elliott’s load, but Jax’s fingers continued to stroke my c**t, slow and deliberate, making my knees weak.

God, I hated how much I wanted both of them right now. I hated how my body responded to the competition, like I was some prize to be fought over. Marcus cleared his throat, trying to regain control.

"Gentlemen, this is a business. Nyx has a change in twenty. Whatever you two have going on, take it somewhere else."

Elliott’s laugh was cold, dangerous.

"Oh, we’ll take it somewhere else."

But first, I want to make one thing clear." He took two steps forward, closing the gap. Grabbing Jax’s wrist, he twisted it hard. Jax hissed, releasing me instantly. Elliott pulled me back into his arms.

"This girl," he said silkily, "is not for sale anymore."

Not to you, and not to anyone else in this club. If you touch her again or look at her the wrong way, I’ll set this place on fire with you inside it."

Jax rubbed his wrist, eyes ablaze.

"That’s a lot of talk for a guy who just publicly f****d one of his students."

Elliott’s thumb pressed hard against my slit, and I whimpered.

"And I’ll do it again. Anytime. Anyplace. Because she is mine now."

Marcus stepped forward, hands raised.

"Okay, okay, let’s calm down. You got your ten times the fee tonight, Nyx. Go home, take a break."

"Let’s talk tomorrow."

I couldn’t speak, dizzy from Elliott’s hand on my c**t, Jax’s lingering heat, and the dark threat hanging over the club like smoke. Elliott bent down, lips brushing my ear.

"Put on your clothes. You’re coming with me. Now."

I nodded, dazed, legs barely holding me as I stumbled toward the back to get dressed. Jax looked at me as I left, his eyes dark and unreadable. He said softly,

"This isn’t over, Nyx."

"You know where to find me when you need someone who doesn’t treat you like property."

Elliott’s grip on my wrist tightened as he led me out through the side door into the cold night air. The alley smelled like trash and rain. As soon as the door closed, he pushed me against the brick wall, crashing his mouth down on mine with savage hunger. His tongue claimed me deep while his hand shoved between my thighs again.

"Mine," he growled against my lips, fingers pushing inside me deeper, claiming, dominating.

"Say it."

"Yours," I gasped, my p***y already dripping again, leaking against his palm. He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes.

"Good. Because we’re going to my house. And I’m not done ruining you tonight."

The club’s door creaked open behind us. We saw Jax’s shadow watching, and in the darkness behind him, Marcus on the phone, speaking quietly and urgently. It wasn’t good that he was calling someone.