On Her Professor’s Bed: Alpha’s Plaything

Breaking More Rules

Chapter Eighteen

Talon Maverick

The best part of every s****l encounter I’ve had was watching women struggle to walk afterward. It was the usual outcome—no woman could walk after I was done with her. I don’t go easy on them, that’s not who I am.

I take them with the force I want, watching their legs wobble as they struggle to move, and savoring every moment. I didn’t care if they fell or crawled—it was none of my business. But I couldn’t let the same thing happen with Thalina.

I tried to look away, to distract myself with other thoughts so I wouldn’t break another one of my rules, but I did anyway. I rushed to her, holding her up before she could fall. Looking at her so closely now, she was stunning. God, it wasn’t just her body—it was her face. She was a beauty to behold.

I could swear she was the most beautiful woman I had seen if I never saw Seraphina.

I brushed the thoughts off and carried her to the bathroom, watching how her body lay limp in my arms, completely spent. The way she responded to me, the way her legs still trembled, it was intoxicating. Every part of her was made for me to devour, and the more I took, the more I wanted. The rules I’d always lived by, the ones that kept me in control—they didn’t matter with her.

I lowered her gently into the warm water, my hands gliding over her skin as I bathed her. The soap slid across her body, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted to feel her again, take her right there in the tub, watch as she moaned and squirmed under me, but I couldn’t. She wouldn’t be able to take me. My lust for her was consuming, an obsession I couldn’t shake. And I couldn’t understand it. I never went back for seconds. Never. One f**k was all it took for me to get what I needed from any woman and move on to the next. Yet here I was, not even caring that I was breaking my own rule just to have more of her.

Her body was just so perfect, as though every curve was made for my hands, every sound she made whenever I f**k her driving me mad with desire. Watching her struggle to walk, watching her legs tremble because I’d f****d her so hard—that was my satisfaction. I should’ve left it at that, should’ve left her to recover, but no… I couldn’t resist. I didn’t want to stop. She was the first woman I wanted over and over again, after Seraphina.

I finished bathing her, wrapping her in a towel, her eyes barely open as she leaned against me. She was exhausted, drained from what we’d done, but even then, I wanted more. That feeling won’t leave. My c**k stirred at the thought of taking her again. How could she make me this way? How could she break through the barriers I had put up for years?

I carried her to the bed in one of the guests rooms, laying her down gently. "This will be your room as long as we have this going on between us," I said. I ran my hand over her thigh, feeling her body shiver under my touch. "If there’s anything you want to change, anything you need, just let me know. I want you comfortable... but don't forget, you’re mine now. Think about that."

I watched her as sleep slowly claimed her, but even as she lay there, peaceful and vulnerable, all I could think about was having her again. How her body felt wrapped around me, how she moaned my name, how she begged for more. The thought of it was driving me mad. I should walk away, leave her to rest, but something kept me there, watching her.

She wasn’t like the others. With them, it was about control, about taking what I wanted and leaving. But with Thalina? No, it wasn’t that simple. I couldn’t just walk away. I couldn’t stop wanting her, couldn’t stop thinking about how I’d take her again. It didn’t make sense, but none of this did. She was an addiction I couldn’t break.

I clenched my fists, forcing myself to step back from the bed, to leave her to sleep. But in the back of my mind, I knew I’d be back. I’d want her again, soon. And the truth was, no matter how many times I f****d her, it would never be enough. I had never had this much desire to keep having any woman after Seraphina.

I left the room, my mind swirling in confusion, my lust and obsession for her body burning hotter with every step I took. The farther I was from her, the more I wanted her. The only woman I had wanted this much was Seraphina.

Hmm… Seraphina.