I Belong To My Three Forbidden Masters

Chapter 19: Chapter 19

Lysander’s pov

I froze in place for what seemed like forever. I stared at the camera recording us. Dizziness swamped me, like I had spun around too quickly.

The small, blinking red light grew sluggish, the room turning upside down as my vision distorted.

Everything crashed down at once, sinking so fast into my brain it left me reeling. Recording us. The professor was recording us while we had sex.

He was recording me without my consent.

My head whipped away from the camera, burrowing into the soft mattress. I could feel the watchful lens glaring at me, storing the evidence of my depravity for his future perusal.

Or was he... was he livestreaming this, just like Gideon had?

Emotion rose in my throat as the thought lodged itself in my head, refusing to go away as I tasted the bitter flavor of bile on my tongue.

God, I was stupid. I was so unbelievably stupid.

"Lysander." The professor’s gentle voice that soothed me was like sharp claws on the skin of my back. "What’s the matter?"

The matter was that I was a fool. A very naive, very trusting fool. Even after what he had done to me last night, even after the horrific display he had made me watch less than an hour ago, I had still let myself believe that he was anything other than what he apparently was.

He was just like Gideon, a monster.

"Lysander." The bite of steel in his voice couldn’t pull me out of my internal loathing. "Talk to me. Or I’ll make you."

My face still pressed onto the sheets, I spoke even as the burning acid corroded my tongue. "Why are you doing this to me?"

Confusion seeped into his voice. "What are you talking about?"

I wanted to scream. I wanted to shove him away and run from his home. But I couldn’t. He was a vampire, for fuck’s sakes. Trying to run would lead to more pain, and I was too tired to endure any more hurt.

"Please don’t do this to me." Hot tears sprang from the corners of my eyes, scalding my cheeks before seeping into the sheets. " Please."

"I can’t fix the problem if you don’t tell me what it is." His voice was curt, the gentleness giving way to his true nature. "What the hell is the matter with you?"

"The camera." I choked out finally. "You’re recording us."

"And?" More irritation seeped into his voice. "How exactly is that an issue?"

"I don’t want to be recorded." I gritted out.

"You’re upset because of the camera?" He growled. "You were okay with letting that little boy fuck vou live on the internet for three days straight. Why the sudden change of heart?"

I let out a watery scoff, mumbling to myself. "Oh my god."

He was even worse than my stepbrother. At least Gideon had never hidden his malice towards me, never tried to, seem kinder than he truly was.

The professor had done the exact opposite, masquerading as someone I could depend on only to rip the rug from under my feet the moment I gave in to him.

Tears wouldn’t stop pouring out of my eyes. I clutched the sheets, wishing I could turn back time. If I had known, I would have never followed him home yesterday for the tongue piercing.

I could have been resting in the hotel I had reserved, healing from my step brother’s punishment. I wouldn’t be here, cursing myself for being so incredibly idiotic.

He was streaming this, likely to my viewers. He was a vampire, he’d have so many methods at his disposal. It would be a piece of cake for him to get access to my account.

It felt as if a thousand pairs of eyes were on me, watching my every move. Now, everyone knew what I looked like, since I didn’t have my wig and mask on.

They all knew who I was.

My mother would stumble upon this somehow. The internet was ruthlessly efficient that way. It would reach her somehow, through a friend, a random pop up on her phone, just somehow. She would see it, she would disown me, and I would be all alone on the streets with no one to love me

His voice was cold. The irritation from earlier had leeched away, leaving only frost. "You’re crying."

I made no reply.

"Do you hate having sex with me that much?" He muttered, his thighs growing rigid beneath me. "Is this so revolting to you?"

"Yes!" I yelled, shaking all over. "Doing this with you makes my skin crawl. Let me go."

"Makes your skin crawl..." He snarled slowly. His voice took a deceptively calm edge that

instantly made me wary. "Ah. If that’s the case, then I think we can do better than that."

His hand came to grip my jaw hard, angling it away from the bed.

Driven by anger, I turned my head to the side, biting at his half healed wrist. Blood welled from the bite, seeping into my mouth.

He sucked in a sharp breath.

The fingers at my jaw tightened and I knew they would bruise.

"That’s the spirit." He whispered darkly. I heard the sound of something opening and closing.

I stiffened when something oval shaped pressed into the entrance of my hole, slipping inside. A second later it began to vibrate.

Self disgust merged with pleasure as the device vibrated against the walls of my sensitive hole. The speed increased, and my mouth opened on a gasp, releasing his bleeding wrist.

"Look at you, squirming on my thighs with my blood dripping from your lips. You don’t look so revolted now, do you?"

I squeezed my eyes shut. "Fuck you."

"Fuck me?" He laughed. It was a smooth, crude sound. "No, Lysander. Something tells me you’d rather I fuck you. Right now,in fact."

In a rapid, fluid motion, he flipped me onto the bed. I was still reeling from the sudden movement when he pushed me on all fours.

Air punched out of my lungs as he filled my ass in one swift thrust.

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