MY PROFESSOR, MY STEPBROTHER, MY RUIN

Tell Me Who Owns You

CHAPTER FIVE

"f**k, Elara, I’m losing it.”

"I’ve tried to be the good brother, the professional professor, but I’m done. I want you so f*****g badly right now." Caleb mumbled against my lips and before I could reply, he was outta the car.

Pulling the passenger door open and scooping me into his hands—shutting the door angrily before heading straight for his room.

My legs instinctively hooked around his waist as he kicked his bedroom door shut.

He set me down on the edge of the bed, but he didn't pull away. He hovered over me, his hands trembling as they cupped my face.

My heart was doing a frantic dance against my ribs. I felt like I was drowning in the scent of him that used to haunt my dreams. I looked him straight in the eyes, and the lust booming in it was more than anything I'd ever felt.

I reached out, my fingers trembling as I gripped the hem of his damp shirt, pulling him closer.

"Caleb…do you lust about me this much?" I whispered, my voice breaking. "Then why are you always so cold towards me?"

"Cold?" He let out a jagged, bitter laugh, his forehead resting against mine.

"Elara, every single time I brought one of those girls home, you were all I could think of. I wanted to know exactly how to touch you, how to f**k you until you forgot every other man. I’d close my eyes while at it and it was always your face. Only you."

“Do you know how hard it was not to bend you over when I see you in those sexy dresses you wear?"

My hand cupped his cheek slowly, feeling his hot breath against mine. He lusted after me too like I did?

All those nights I spent crying behind my door while he was with someone else—he was thinking of me? It was twisted, it was wrong, but God, it made my blood boil with a need I couldn't suppress.

"I hate that you called me sissy," I whispered against his skin.

He kissed the top of my head, his grip tightening. "Then I'll just have to give you a new title, won't I?”

Suddenly, he pulled me closer, his lips crashing onto mine, his tongue delving deep as if claiming me, while his hands fumbled with the buttons of my blouse.

His hand brushed my skin and I felt a cold shiver as he groaned into my mouth with hunger.

He shoved the fabric aside, his eyes darkening as they landed on my chest. He leaned down, his mouth hot and demanding as he took one n****e into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive tip. I arched my back, a loud moan escaping me that I didn't even try to hide.

"Yes... right there," I gasped, my hands flying to his hair, pulling him closer.

"Elara... stop, or I’m going to lose it right now," he hissed, his voice thick with restraint.

He hauled me back up, smacking me hard across the butt.

“f**k!" I bit down on my lip, hard as he dragged me to the heavy mahogany desk in the corner, sweeping the papers aside with a single, violent motion, before bending me over the cool wood.

The contrast of the freezing desk and his searing, muscular chest against my back made my head spin.

I felt his d**k hovering behind me before he shoved it into me in one smooth, heavy motion.

I gasped, a sharp, stinging pain blooming in my lower belly. My eyes filled with sudden tears.

He suddenly froze in place.

"Wait," he panted, his breath fanning my ear.

"Elara... are you a virgin?" I felt heat rushed up my cheek as I just nodded, my forehead pressed against the wood.

"f**k," he breathed, his forehead leaning against the back of my neck, as if he was shaking with the effort not to just take what he wanted.

"I've waited so long for this... I’ll be gentle, sissy. I promise." He bit down on my earlobe, letting me adjust to the incredible fullness of him.

He began thrusting into me slowly, but agonizingly deep, each thrust stretching me and turning the sharp pain into a heavy, throbbing heat that radiated through my entire body.

My grip tightened as I began to move with him, my hips seeking the friction.

He grew bolder as I relaxed, his pace picking up, becoming relentless. The sound of his skin hitting mine and the heavy rhythm of his breathing filled the room.

"Say my name," he growled, pinning my hands to the desk. "Tell me who owns you."

"Caleb... you do! Only you!" I screamed, my voice raw.

“Perfect answer Elara…if I ever see any man as much as mess with what is mine, I'd ruin him…”

"I promise you Elara”