I can't hide my proud smirk as I watch Zane in the throes of his climax. His head is thrown back, and his Adam apple bobs as he breathes sharply in the darkness surround us. His fist in my hair is tight, but I don't mind. I swallow and get up on shaky legs, I am sure my knees are bruised, but I don't care. It is worth it.To watch this dark mysterious man lose himself like this. It makes me feel giddy with an untamed ego. So this was what it felt like to be a woman with the power to make a man lose control."You." Zane says, his baritone is scratchy, and his eyes are even more darkly intense. It makes me momentarily scared in the darkness, but I know this man won't hurt me."Yes, me." My smirk is uncontrollable. I lean into him, and he takes my mouth with a gentle kiss. My mouth hurts from the oral I just gave him, he was so fucking huge, I overstretched my lips around him. But with the way he is kissing me gently like this, I would gladly bruise my mouth to hell for him again and ag

Alex POV:I have only seen the exterior of Zane Orion's bungalow online, but I never once imagined I would ever see the interior. I only admired it from afar like the millions of his fans who love him.It is a quaint house, with minimalist interior decor and a lot of plants and a lot of fully decked bookshelves dotting almost every free wall space.I never pegged him as a plant dad. Another side to him I don't know about and yet I am here to be fucked silly by him. His mystery adds to his overall appeal. He is so hot, I can't possibly stay away.I look around the quiet living room as he goes into the kitchen to get me a glass of water. I don't know if I can even qualify it as a living room, it is just a living space. There is a huge TV but I get the sense that it is rarely on. Maybe it is just there for when his kid is around.I still feel sore from how he fucked me against his car just over an hour ago. And yet I want more. Tonight, we are not professor and student. Just two people w

Alex POV:I wake up to being wrapped around Zane's arms. We are cuddled tight together on the couch, and I am naked. He has his white briefs on, and we are covered with a thick duvet. I don't even remember falling asleep last night.Fuck, last night. We were hot as fuck together. I am sore but the pain is pleasant. If he wants to take me again right now, I would gladly offer myself to him."Where do you think you are going?" Zane whispers, his sleep laden voice is so fucking hot. He holds me closer against his warm hard chest making my escape impossible."I am parched." I say, and he lets me go. His eyes are still closed. I take a second to admire this stunning man. He looks less like a sex expert in the morning light compared to last night. His features soften with sleep. It is a remarkable switch. But he is still darkly handsome even when vulnerable like this. I wonder what I look like. Probably like a train wreck. But I don't mind because I know Zane wants me in any way I present.

"What? What are you talking about, Mom?" I can't keep my voice from shaking. Mom has the worst timing I've ever encountered in a person before, and here she is, cementing that fact."I know you chose NYU because of him." Mom says calmly over the phone.Oh my God. Oh my God. I want to scream."Oh my God, Mom. What is this? How do you know about Zane?" As I ask the question, the answer forms in my head.Fuck! I knew I had forgotten something when I was packing for college. She must have stumbled on the diary I kept when I was fifteen and discovered him for the first time. Oh God. I wrote some crazy things in that damn book."How else? I read your diary." She says."You are not supposed to read that!" I scream, I didn't expect to sound this shrill, but a cold sweat has broken out on my back.I know it is completely irrational to think she must already know what happened just a few hours ago, but my mind is beyond rational thoughts at this point. I am so strung tight that I fear I might u

"Claire! My name is Claire, Professor Orion." The girl beside me breathes, blushing and visibly excited at having caught the professor's attention. The lecture hasn't even lasted for thirty minutes, and I already feel a clawing anxiety. Zane is not looking at me. It is not like I expected his attention to be on me, but there is a coldness in the way he avoids even looking in my general direction. I can't read him because I can't fucking see him even though he is right in front of me. He has shrouded himself in that familiar mask again. He allowed me only a tiny peak behind his shields but it is back up now. Unyielding than usual. "Okay, Miss, what was your question?" Zane asks Claire who is standing beside me so there's no way he can continue not meeting my eyes but I seem not to know the man because he manages just fine. No other person in the classroom would understand or even notice what I feel, but it is there and it is undeniable. Professor Zane is ignoring me. "Okay sir.