Ignited & Unhinged (Billionaire Secret, Book One)(Billionaire Romance, New Adult Romance, College Romance) (6 page)

I narrow my eyes at him.

He can see the curiosity in my eyes. The need to know.

The appetite for new experiences.

The idea of going with him to find out what he has in store for me is a little scary and a little delicious.

He gives me a wicked smile, he can see it all there in my face.

“One night,” he challenges.

The way he says it makes my insides turn.  

I walk through Prince Gate, the main gate that secures The Campus from the rest of the city, at exactly 9PM.

The central City Green is just opposite the gate, across the street.

I’m unsteady walking on the old cobblestone pathway in my thin black heels. They match the long black
Prada
dress Damon had sent to my room.

I wasn’t even sure how he knew it would fit.

He’s there underneath the tall Gothic arch that separates The College from the real world.

Leaning confidently against a shiny black car.

In a tuxedo.

Damn
he looks good.

My thoughts take a turn. I wonder what else we could do in that car…

I drop my head, hoping he doesn’t notice the blood rising to my face.

“What?” he asks, curious.

“Nothing,” I shake my head in an effort to clear it.

He smiles. “You look lovely.”

“Fits like a glove.” I look down.

He touches my collarbone lightly, “I’m glad the pearls made another appearance.”

He leans down to kiss me on the cheek and then opens my door.

When we are both inside, he hands me a black folder.

“What’s this?”

“A few formalities.” He’s all business.

OK, now I’m nervous.

I open it to find a non-disclosure agreement.

I had spent enough time interning at my aunt’s law firm to recognize the document and understand the legalese.

It was standard. I can’t tell anyone about anything I witness tonight or who I witness doing it.

Where the hell are we going?

I read it quickly and add a line of my own that says the agreement is null and void if I come under any harm or am touched by anyone in any way. That should be broad enough to keep me safe.

I sign it and hand it back to him.

He’s looking at me curiously.

“You don’t need me to explain it to you?”

I give him my best no-nonsense business tone. “No, it is pretty standard.”

I like sounding like this. Cool, professional. Like I knew what the hell I was doing.

“Although, I did add terms of my own. Go ahead and initial the changes if you agree,” I say feeling kind of like a badass.

He reads the line out loud.

“I think we can accept that,” he chuckles and writes DW next to my terms. “Now, another formality.”

He holds out a piece of black satin and then lets it fall open.

A blindfold.

What had I signed up for?

My head is at war. I’m waving between seeing red flags and letting some inner vixen out.

The curiosity overcomes any sense of self-preservation.

My voice shakes without my consent, “Is this really necessary?”

“Yes.” Is all I get.

His face is a mask. Completely unreadable.

Gorgeous. But unreadable.

The mystery of the moment makes something drop in my lower belly.

I feel a little wild.

Bold. Which is exactly what I want to feel.

The new Elle.

I place the large blindfold over my face, careful not to smear my red lips or tangle the waves I had created.

Now that I can’t see anything I become very aware of my breathing. When had my breathing picked up like that?

The car starts and we begin driving.

“Can the driver hear us?” I wonder out loud.

“No, the privacy glass is sound proof. He can only hear us if I speak to him through the intercom.”

“Will it take long to get there?” My voice is starting to sound a little uneasy.

“So is this your standard second date activity?” I tease to lighten the mood and calm myself down.

“No.”

My head turns toward him automatically since I can’t see him.

Waiting for him to say something else.

“I’ve never taken anyone here. I’ve never wanted to,” he answers.

He sounds…surprised?

I think about that.

It makes me feel more calm and more curious about what I am about to encounter.

What was it about me that screamed sexually adventurous? Maybe I was just open?

Oh well, too late to analyze this now. I would just go along with it all and see.

Just another experience.

Beside me, Damon laces his fingers through mine. “Are you nervous?”

Nervous? Anxious? Excited? Curious? Ugh. Too many questions. I settle for, “Yes.”

He gives me a gentle squeeze.

“It will be fine and if you don’t like it we can just leave. And that will be that.” I hear him sigh. It’s heavy with something.

“A kinky college memory that you can…well you won’t be able to tell your grandkids about, but you will always have it as a memory to remind you that your freshman year you were bold.”

He must have turned to look out the window because his voice is no longer directed at me.

“It is a very secretive organization, you’re lucky to be getting a glimpse,” he says thoughtfully.

Now my imagination is running wild. Was this some orgy-type situation? Porn? Secret society of real vampires (as in mortal humans that like the taste of blood and buy into the whole vampire underground culture)?

“You’re not going to turn into a werewolf are you?”

He laughs. It’s an unhindered boyish kind of laugh.

It makes me smile.

“You’re kind of hilarious, you know that?” I think he’s shaking his head.

He keeps laughing. The sound relaxes me.

“We’re here,” he says, just as the car stops.

The entire ride had only lasted about five minutes. We must still be somewhere on or directly adjacent to the main campus.

He takes the blindfold off and smooths my hair back into place, letting one finger brush against my cheek.

“Here.” He hands my cell back to me.

He must have taken it from my clutch to install the app.

I’m suddenly relieved I hadn’t packed anything embarrassing like the extra sachets of Earl Grey I usually carried with me.

Or the Sour Patch Kids that were equally likely to be found in most of my bags.

I glance out the window, but there aren’t many street lights.

The building is old and large, but otherwise nondescript.

As he helps me out of the car I look up and down the street. It’s a wealthy neighborhood, filled with large buildings that look like they could double as converted offices or large residences.

I listen for some sign of what is going on inside, but there is nothing.

Complete silence.

In fact, I can’t hear anything coming from the entire street.

Damon grabs my hand and ushers me up the steps.

The large front doors are made from a dark wood, a single flower is carved in the center of each.

He scans something to the right of the door, there is a beep and then we are inside.

“The entire building is completely sound proof,” he explains when I raise an eyebrow at how much noise we’re hit with.

There is music. Some of it could have been from the 1920s.

There is laughter.

The sound of glasses clinking together.

People talking.

And…other sounds.

There are a few couples standing off the main square foyer.

I look down. The floor is made of some white marble or granite.

I look up. There is a giant crystal chandelier above us. The light is soft. Reminiscent of candlelight.

The couples are preoccupied with each other.
Very
preoccupied.

They continue to make out in various states of dress as we pass.

This isn’t so bad. So far these were only heavy make out sessions just like at other…
black-tie
parties.

My curiosity propels me forward towards what sounds like the main party in the main great hall.

Behind the closed double doors in front of me.

Damon catches me around the waist just as my hand reaches one of the doors, “Whoa. You’re not ready for that!”

He places a hand at the small of my back and steers me away from the doors towards a long open hallway on the left.

It led to another wing of the building.

There are a few open doors up ahead.

As we draw closer I can hear people.

People having sex.

I stop short and listen. Looking up towards the ivory ceiling, focusing on the crown molding, I hear the sound of skin on skin.

People are moaning. Loudly.

“Ahhhh! Yes! Just like that,” comes from someone in one of those rooms.

Whoa
.

We’re going to…watch?

Be watched?

The sounds of ecstasy continue. Filling my ears and my brain.

My body reacts automatically. Warmth spreads from my lower abdomen. Reaching lower.

My mouth goes dry.

And I remember Damon fucking me last night.

I force the questions about what I’m about to experience away.

Force myself to exist only in my body.

I look at Damon, his eyes are narrowed, hungry.

He captures my hand and places it on his cock.

His voice is low, silky, “I hope this doesn’t violate your terms.”

“No,” I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper.

I stroke him slightly and feel him grow bigger beneath my touch.

He moves in closer to me until I’m against the wall.

And then his mouth is on me. Kissing me long and deep.

The beginnings of a moan escape my lips. He releases me immediately.

He stares into my eyes. A glint of mischief shines in the silver-blue, beckoning me to go further down the hall.

We continue walking until we are at the first door.

Inside are two women straddling each other on a black French daybed, completely naked.

They are devouring each other. Kissing, massaging breasts, fingering.

It’s hard to tell exactly who is where.

I fall back against Damon, feeling every line of him. He wraps his arms around my stomach and with one hand crushes me backwards against his erection while the other hand kneads my breast over the fabric of my thin dress.

His mouth comes to my neck. Lips and tongue devouring the sensitive skin.

Watching these women and then being touched feels so wanton, so erotic.

I’m surprised my body responds instantly. Surprised my sense of embarrassment, my hesitation of being groped in public, is gone so quickly.

Damon pulls me around to face him and kisses me deeply. Spreading my lips apart with his tongue.

An animalistic sound escapes his chest. He pulls away.

I see.

This is a game. Foreplay.

We keep experiencing pleasure and then stop to prolong the sensation.

He gives me his hungry, wicked smile. The one that I suspect could make me drip for him in an instant every time he flashes it.

His
I want to rip your clothes off and fuck you this instant
smile.

He leads me to the room at the end of the hall. As we near the door I can hear a man.

My mouth drops open as I get my first glimpse. I try not to look as startled as I feel.

The couple inside the room are engaging in a serious round of fucking.

The woman is on another French daybed. Her face is down against the fabric and the man is taking her from behind. They face the open door.

The muscles from his well-defined body are constricting with the effort.

His thighs slap loudly against her. She is screaming out in ecstasy.

He keeps pounding into her. Harder, deeper.

As my brain registers the scene I notice the man’s face.

His lower lip is relaxed and his eyes burn with that hunger I was just starting to recognize.

He keeps thrusting into the woman. His face transforms into a half smile as he takes in my look of surprise.

Those light green eyes.

They are fixed on me as he fucks the blonde.

Professor Erik West
.

I flush a deep scarlet.

The collision of my classroom world and my new sexual curiosity world is too much in that moment.

My reflex is to run and so I do. Turning quickly to push past Damon, I’m down the hall and out the door as quickly as my feet can take me in my five inch heels.

I don’t look back to see if Damon is following me.

Outside the cool night air hits my face like an elixir, a return to reason.

I breathe in and out, allowing the air to fill my body. Why had I run?

I was aroused by the sight until I registered his face.

No, I was aroused even after I recognized him.

And hadn’t I been fantasizing about him in class for weeks? Imagining him touching me and taking me in a way that was pretty close to what I had just seen?

The man looked even better while fucking.

So then what the hell made me act like such a drama queen?

Was I thinking too much?

Yes.

Was I incapable of turning my brain off and just experiencing pleasure?

The jury was still out apparently.

“Are you alright?” Damon says from behind me.

I wasn’t sure how long he’d been standing there since my internal dialogue had drowned out all sound.

I’m embarrassed. “Honestly, I don’t know what the hell just happened,” I admit.

He comes to stand next to me.

After about a minute of silence he turns to face me. “Maybe it was just too much, too soon.”

He cocks his head to the side and looks at me. “Some people just aren’t aroused by the sight of others…in the flesh.”

He pauses. “Although, I could have sworn you were definitely feeling something.”

I sneak a glance in his direction. He’s looking down and smiling to himself. Remembering my immediate response to him, I’m sure.

“No, that wasn’t it?” I counter. Still unsure.

“What then? Judgment? Thinking too much?”

He’s asking all the same questions I want answers to.

I just don’t know if I have them.

“No, no judgment. Maybe thinking too much,” I allow.

I search for the words to explain better, “Mostly, a collision of worlds? West is my Professor.”

He waits for me to continue.

“I just didn’t expect…when he saw me…when I saw that it was him…he was just looking at me like…” I stammer going a deep shade of red again, feeling like an idiot.

“Never thought about a teacher in that way?”

I finally look up to meet his gaze. His eyes are scrunched together. He’s trying to figure me out.

I’m
trying to figure me out.

“It’s not that.”

“Not even a guy like West? He’s only a few years older than we are.”

True.

“Yeah, but he’s my professor!” I protest.

Apparently that didn’t mean anything in college.

Student. Professor. Whatever.

He shakes his head and lets out a chuckle.

“I think I get it. Let’s try something, but first let me ask you: were you completely freaked out by the experience?”

“No.” My smile gives way too much away.

“OK, then will you allow me to try something?”

“Out here?” The street is completely empty, but still.

“Relax.” He takes my hand.

Then spins me so he can whisper in my ear from behind. His hands press my hips backwards. Into him.

His voice is like velvet. “Close your eyes.”

He brings his lips close to my neck and then breathes softly until he gives me goose bumps.

I relax into him.

“Now, think about the way you felt after seeing those two women together, do you remember what your body was feeling?”

I nod.

“Good. Now we are approaching the other room. You hear moaning and a woman calling out. Yes?”

Again I nod silently.

“We are in the doorway. What do you see?”

“Professor West screwing a blonde,” I answer, impatiently.

“No. First your brain registered something else. What did you see?”

“Two people having sex?” Where is this going?

“Well yes, but more specifically describe what you saw.”

“A man fucking a woman on a French daybed.”

“Yes. A man and a woman enjoying each other. Engaging in a mutually gratifying physical encounter.”

“
OK
.”

“He wasn’t Professor West, he was a man using his body to experience pleasure.”

It sounds so simple, reasonable even. My reaction to the
collision of worlds
seems hugely dramatic in this light.

I feel like a silly girl.

I don’t like it.

I’d set out to experience something new, different, erotic tonight.

And then I’d run away.

But he is my professor
. The tiny voice inside my head persists.

Damon isn’t finished. “Now as you remember the two together, what does your body feel?”

Well…seeing West naked was better than I had imagined.

Actually getting to see the cut of that
V
etched into his hips as he fucked that woman?

My mouth waters as I remember. My heart picks up speed and my breathing grows shallow.

The warmth spreads from my lower belly and finds its way down.

I start to move against him.

He’s already hard.

“I think it’s time to go,” he says in a low, husky voice at my ear.

He takes his cell from his tuxedo jacket and calls for the car.

It’s there within the minute.

When we get inside, I reach for him, but he holds me off.

“No. I want you to sit here, close your eyes, and for the next five minutes remember what you saw tonight. Give yourself into it and then you’ll be primed and ready for me.”

Five excruciating minutes later, we are wrapped in each other’s arms.

Falling through his door.

“I wanted to fuck you in that hallway. And then again outside the house. And then again in the car,” he says between kisses.

I melt with his words. “I was so turned on. I might have let you.”

His mouth comes down on me hard.

We are only two steps inside the door.

“That’s it. I’m taking you right here.” He lifts my silk dress and picks me up so I am straddling him.

We fall against the wall. He lets his body weight drive into me.

I hear the zipper of his tuxedo pants and then I feel his cock press against the red lace thong I had worn for the occasion.

It only takes him an instant to push my panties aside and then he is inside me.

His voice is strained, “God you feel so good. You’re so wet.”

Getting fucked like this is a new experience.

I am impaled by the wall and his cock. I am all feeling. All sensation. “Ahhh.”

His need is urgent, he’s more animal than man. Seeing him lose control with each thrust, seeing him unravel drives me wild.

He slams into me, hitting some part deep inside again and again.

“Did you like watching those two girls fucking?” he says in a low voice as he kisses my neck.

“Uhuh,” I breathe.

His voice wild, wicked. “Yeah, you did.”

He takes my earlobe in his mouth and sucks. My body relaxes into him further.

His voice is raw, “Did you like watching Erik fuck that blonde?”

Images of Professor West’s rock hard body…thrusting, flash before my eyes. His glistening body…the cut of his
V
…making that woman scream out…

It’s too much.

“Ahhhhhh.” I lose it, finding my release. Body writhing.

The blinding light comes and for a few moments I don’t exist. I’m unaware of everything, even Damon, as the shock wave echoes from the deepest recesses of my body.

We collapse to the hard wood floor. My head rests against his chest.

The sound of our labored breathing is almost deafening.

“Do you know how fucking on fire you are?” he’s surprised and flustered.

“Um, thanks?” I guess that means he thinks I’m hot?

I look up at him.

He’s thinking. Trying to make sense of something.

“No, it isn’t that you are sexy, it’s more that you are sex somehow?”

The distant sound in his voice gives me the impression he’s talking more to himself than to me.

Talking out loud in an effort to understand something he doesn’t.

I raise an eyebrow and wait.

He looks down at me then, “You exude it. I feel…unhinged when I’m close to you.”

He shakes his head and combs his fingers through his hair, letting his head drop back against the wall.

Then his head comes off the wall in a sharp movement that startles me, “Shit, are you on the pill?”

“No, I had a shot,” I answer. No way was I risking
that
. I had asked my doctor before leaving California.

“Phew, good.” His head falls back against the wall. “I just couldn’t wait—and that
never
happens.”

A thought just occurs to me. It makes my stomach drop.
That was stupid Elle
—you are so smart, how could you be
so stupid
?

I turn away from him, embarrassed. “You don’t have…anything do you?”

I don’t know the proper sex etiquette for asking that question.

From the corner of my eye, I can see his lips turn up. That was a good sign. I think.

“No. Part of the terms of The Society, are that you get tested at the start of every semester and then again if you engage in acts with anyone from the outside. And we always use protection.”

He waits for me to look at him. “That is unless they are a confirmed virgin,” he says with a smirk.

His eyes dance with mischief. “So we’re all good.”

He leans down to kiss me softly. “And I haven’t been with anyone since getting tested,” he whispers.

I relax and fall back into kissing him easily. These kisses are sweeter.

Romantic.

Then my brain turns back on, ruining the moment. Or maybe saving me from it…

I pull away thinking back to his words about The Society, “I guess that only works for the male members?”

Damon looks a little annoyed that I’ve pulled away.

His eyes stay fixed on my mouth.

“How would the women be able to confirm if the guy is a virgin?” I reason.

He snaps out of it.

“Huh.” He looks straight in front of him.

“I never thought of that. Yes, I guess that’s true. It really isn’t a tested rule since most people who are sexually adventurous enough to be asked to join move in more…experienced circles.”

He shoots me a coy smile. “And don’t really even know any virgins,” he laughs.

It’s endearing.

My brain is still racing.

I should be clear about boundaries. Protect myself.

Feeling awkward, my gaze falls to the fingers of my left hand.

I should just rip off the band aid.

“So I know we aren’t exclusive or anything, but…” I begin.

“Oh, here we go,” he cuts me off and shifts away uncomfortably.

The hand that had been lazily caressing my arm is now squarely in his lap.

“What?” I ask. Really unsure of what I had done since I technically hadn’t said anything yet.

He’s impatient, “You want to know if we can be exclusive. But this is college, we shouldn’t limit ourselves—and technically we just met.” The words come out in a rush, like it was a rehearsed speech.

“Oh.” That’s what he thought I was going to say? I pull my eyebrows together and look at him like he’s mentally challenged.

“Noo,” I say slowly, “I was going to ask that you tell me if and when you have sex with someone else so that I can make sure you use protection—if there is a next time.”

I pause, letting the words sink in. His face is a mask, “I’m not an idiot, you obviously like pleasure and so do I.” My back straightens a degree.

My lips twitch up, I let sincerity color my features. He had to understand this part. I hold his gaze. “I promise I won’t fall in love with you.”

It sounds like a vow.

To him.

To me.

As much as I enjoy his body and even his company, I know that statement is true.

Damon’s face is an apple kind of red.

It is very satisfying.

He smiles bashfully. Huh. That was a new look for him.

Even beat red and embarrassed he looks crazy hot.

“You are a strange one.” He shakes his head.

He’s astounded.

Had I shocked him?

His expression changes. His eyes find my lips.

Before I know what’s happening, he grabs my face and kisses me playfully.

After a few seconds he pulls away, “I have just one question.” He touches a finger to my nose.

There’s humor in his voice, “What are you going to say to Professor West on Monday?”

Oh geez
.

It’s my turn to flush crimson.

“Shut up!” I pull at his tuxedo jacket until our lips meet.

He scoops me up and carries me to the bed.