Bound to The Billionaire Alpha

Chapter 4 Taken After Class

Sheila’s POV

The lecture ends and students start filing out with their glossy hair and perfect clothes. They laugh in small groups, like they all belong here except me. My notebook is still open in front of me but I cannot even remember what the professor said.

I feel his eyes before I see him.

Brendan.

He has not moved for the entire class. Just sitting there behind me. Watching. Waiting.

I stand to pack my things, telling myself to keep my head down. Just leave the room. Pretend he is not there.

But before I can reach the door, his hand grips my arm.

The touch is firm. Demanding. My body jolts at the heat of his skin.

“Brendan, let go,” I hiss, trying to shake him off.

He only smirks. His storm-grey eyes dare me to fight him.

He pulls me out of the classroom like I have no choice in the matter. My sneakers squeak on the polished floor. My heart pounds louder than the sound.

I open my mouth to protest but he pushes a door open and drags me inside.

The storage room.

It smells of paper and chalk. Shelves tower over us. The light is dim, but I can see the sharp lines of his jaw, the hunger in his eyes.

My back slams against the wall and I gasp.

His chest presses against mine, hard and unyielding.

“What are you doing?” I whisper, though my voice cracks.

“What I should have done years ago,” he growls. His breath fans across my lips. “Back in high school. When you looked at me like you hated me but your eyes begged me to ruin you.”

Heat floods my body. My mind screams at me to deny it but my lips part on their own.

“Brendan…”

He kisses me before I can finish.

It is not gentle. His mouth crushes mine, tongue pushing past my lips like he owns me. I moan into him even as my hands press against his chest, half trying to shove him away, half clinging for balance.

He tastes like mint and danger.

His hands slide up under my shirt, fingers spreading wide across my ribs. I tremble against him, my n*****s hardening as his palms brush higher.

“Please, someone might come,” I whisper against his lips.

“Let them,” he mutters, biting my neck. His teeth sink in just enough to make me cry out.

He grinds his hips against me and I feel the thick bulge in his jeans. My stomach flips. Heat pools between my legs.

“You still hate me, scholarship girl?” His voice is rough. “Or do you want me the way I know you do?”

I shake my head but my body betrays me. My thighs part when his knee slides between them. I am wet. Too wet to lie.

His hand shoves up my skirt and finds the thin fabric of my panties. He rubs across me and I gasp so loud it echoes in the room.

“F**ck, you are dripping,” he groans. “All this time and you still pretend you don’t want me.”

My knees buckle as his fingers push my panties aside. The first slide of his touch inside me makes me bite down on a scream.

“Brendan, no… we can’t…”

But I do not push him away. My nails dig into his shoulders as my body shakes.

He thrusts two fingers inside me, stretching me open. His thumb circles my c**t until I am shaking, breathless, moaning into his mouth.

“You feel that?” he growls. “That is mine.”

He pulls his fingers out and I whimper at the emptiness.

Then I hear the sound of his zipper.

“Wait… you don’t have…” I whisper, eyes wide.

“No protection,” he says. His eyes burn into mine. “I am not covering up when I take you for the first time. I am planting myself in you raw.”

My stomach twists. Panic and desire tangle until I cannot tell them apart.

“Brendan…”

He shoves his jeans down just enough and his c**k springs free. Thick. Veined. Hard.

He lifts my leg and hooks it around his hip. The blunt head presses against my soaked entrance.

“Please…” I whimper, though I do not know if I am begging him to stop or begging him to fu**k me.

He slams into me in one brutal thrust.

I scream. My walls stretch tight around him. My back arches off the wall.

“F**ck yes,” he groans, burying himself to the hilt. “You were made for me.”

His mouth covers mine as he drives into me again and again. Each thrust shakes the shelves around us.

I claw at his shoulders. I bite his lip. I sob his name into his mouth.

He is everywhere. Filling me. Owning me. Claiming me raw and reckless.

My body burns. My c**t throbs. Heat builds so fast I can barely breathe.

“Say it,” he growls in my ear. “Say you are mine.”

“I… I can’t,” I cry, but my body betrays me again. My walls clamp down tight around him.

He slams harder. Deeper. Each thrust steals my voice until all I can do is moan.

“You are mine,” he says. “And I am going to fill you until you c*m around me.”

The words push me over the edge. My climax rips through me like fire. I convulse around him, screaming his name.

He groans deep in his chest and thrusts harder. One final slam and he buries himself deep inside me. His hot release floods my body raw.

I shudder at the heat spilling into me. The risk. The danger. The fact that he did not pull out.

My nails drag down his back as I try to catch my breath.

He leans close, lips brushing my ear.

“You carry my c*m now,” he whispers. “And you will carry more before I am done with you.”

My body trembles against him. My mind spins.

I know I should hate him. I know I should push him away.

But all I can think is that this is only the beginning.