The Masked Campus Belle - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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The rough scrape of Marcus Lowell's calloused palm sliding up my thigh sent electric tremors through my legs. I bit my lip hard, shaking my head in desperate refusal, but my traitorous body had already turned molten under his touch.
When my knees finally hit the floor, my vision blurred with unshed tears, cheeks burning crimson. Marcus tilted my chin up with that wicked grin. "Had enough already?"
I nodded frantically, the plea trembling on my lips—please—
Then his words shattered me. "This is what you get for tempting me."
Damn. He'd seen right through my game.
A bitter disappointment curled in my chest. I shot him my best defiant glare before scrambling backward, desperate to escape.
"Did I say you could leave?" Marcus's voice cracked like a whip. "Get over here."
That tiny spark of hope flared again. I obeyed.
He shoved me into a pitch-black storage closet, his smirk growing predatory. "Too many witnesses out there. Your punishment isn't finished."
When his scorching chest pressed against me, my heart threatened to pound right out of my ribcage. "W-what are you—?"
His dark chuckle sent shivers down my spine. "You failed the flexibility test, Evelyn. As your instructor, I'm required to provide... remedial training."
The hardwood floor bit into my back as he forced me down, prying my legs apart. The sudden stretch drew a whimper from my throat.
Marcus worked slowly, deliberately, his rough hands gliding up my calves, then higher—
Every nerve ending caught fire. In the darkness, each touch burned brighter. When his fingers reached my inner thighs—
Snap.
The elastic of my safety shorts stung as he yanked them down. I clenched my teeth, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing me beg—even as my pulse raced with anticipation.
"Don't—ah!"
That spot was too sensitive. Just a brush had me shaking.
Marcus laughed darkly at my reaction. His belt buckle clinked as he pinned me, hot breath ghosting over my ear. "Drop the innocent act. I saw how badly you wanted this."
"Mmh—"
When he hooked my legs over his arms, his breathing turned ragged. I braced for—
Nothing.
He suddenly yanked my shorts back up.
What the hell? He'd been just as turned on as me. Why stop now?
I trailed my foot up his calf, pouring honey into my voice. "Getting cold feet, Mr. Lowell? We were just getting started."
His entire body went rigid, muscles straining against his self-control. In the dim light, I couldn't read his expression—only the dangerous glint in his eyes.
"Punishment's over," he ground out. "Clean yourself up and get back to your dorm."
My breath hitched. So the tough gym teacher was all talk?
Leaving me like this was downright sadistic.
I launched at him, determined to finish what we'd started. Pinning him down, I mapped the planes of his chest with teasing fingers, pressing pleading kisses along his jaw. "What kind of man walks away now? You want me. We both know it."
He didn't push me away.
But at the last possible second, he shoved me off again. "Goddammit, Evelyn—"
I snarled, "Playing the noble hero now? Then why bring me here?!"
Marcus hesitated before jerking his chin toward the shadows. My eyes adjusted to reveal—
A tiny red light blinking in the corner.
A hidden camera.
That's why he kept stopping. Not because he didn't want me—but to protect me.
An unexpected warmth bloomed in my chest. I gave him a small, understanding nod.
Beneath that gruff exterior, the man had surprising honor.
Marcus practically herded me out, clearly done for the night. As the heat between us cooled, I called after him, "Give me your number. Maybe next time... we can finish this without an audience."
He handed over his phone, expression unreadable.
"Later."
The reluctance in his eyes sent a thrill through me.
Back in my dorm, my roommates swarmed with sympathy—except Sophia Langley.
She took one look at my flushed face and dragged me to the balcony. "Well? How's the muscle-bound Adonis?"
Sophia was my kindred spirit. We'd bonded over our... shared condition and extracurricular interests.
Giggling, I spilled everything. "Total alpha male act, but he bailed over some stupid security camera."
Sophia eyed my rumpled clothes skeptically. "With you coming onto him? Doubtful. Probably just a tease."
I frowned. Was that it?
"Or," she mused, "maybe he's terrified of the no-fraternization policy. You could end his career."
I shrugged, grinning. "Doesn't matter. I've got his digits now."
One way or another, Marcus Lowell would be mine.
When my knees finally hit the floor, my vision blurred with unshed tears, cheeks burning crimson. Marcus tilted my chin up with that wicked grin. "Had enough already?"
I nodded frantically, the plea trembling on my lips—please—
Then his words shattered me. "This is what you get for tempting me."
Damn. He'd seen right through my game.
A bitter disappointment curled in my chest. I shot him my best defiant glare before scrambling backward, desperate to escape.
"Did I say you could leave?" Marcus's voice cracked like a whip. "Get over here."
That tiny spark of hope flared again. I obeyed.
He shoved me into a pitch-black storage closet, his smirk growing predatory. "Too many witnesses out there. Your punishment isn't finished."
When his scorching chest pressed against me, my heart threatened to pound right out of my ribcage. "W-what are you—?"
His dark chuckle sent shivers down my spine. "You failed the flexibility test, Evelyn. As your instructor, I'm required to provide... remedial training."
The hardwood floor bit into my back as he forced me down, prying my legs apart. The sudden stretch drew a whimper from my throat.
Marcus worked slowly, deliberately, his rough hands gliding up my calves, then higher—
Every nerve ending caught fire. In the darkness, each touch burned brighter. When his fingers reached my inner thighs—
Snap.
The elastic of my safety shorts stung as he yanked them down. I clenched my teeth, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing me beg—even as my pulse raced with anticipation.
"Don't—ah!"
That spot was too sensitive. Just a brush had me shaking.
Marcus laughed darkly at my reaction. His belt buckle clinked as he pinned me, hot breath ghosting over my ear. "Drop the innocent act. I saw how badly you wanted this."
"Mmh—"
When he hooked my legs over his arms, his breathing turned ragged. I braced for—
Nothing.
He suddenly yanked my shorts back up.
What the hell? He'd been just as turned on as me. Why stop now?
I trailed my foot up his calf, pouring honey into my voice. "Getting cold feet, Mr. Lowell? We were just getting started."
His entire body went rigid, muscles straining against his self-control. In the dim light, I couldn't read his expression—only the dangerous glint in his eyes.
"Punishment's over," he ground out. "Clean yourself up and get back to your dorm."
My breath hitched. So the tough gym teacher was all talk?
Leaving me like this was downright sadistic.
I launched at him, determined to finish what we'd started. Pinning him down, I mapped the planes of his chest with teasing fingers, pressing pleading kisses along his jaw. "What kind of man walks away now? You want me. We both know it."
He didn't push me away.
But at the last possible second, he shoved me off again. "Goddammit, Evelyn—"
I snarled, "Playing the noble hero now? Then why bring me here?!"
Marcus hesitated before jerking his chin toward the shadows. My eyes adjusted to reveal—
A tiny red light blinking in the corner.
A hidden camera.
That's why he kept stopping. Not because he didn't want me—but to protect me.
An unexpected warmth bloomed in my chest. I gave him a small, understanding nod.
Beneath that gruff exterior, the man had surprising honor.
Marcus practically herded me out, clearly done for the night. As the heat between us cooled, I called after him, "Give me your number. Maybe next time... we can finish this without an audience."
He handed over his phone, expression unreadable.
"Later."
The reluctance in his eyes sent a thrill through me.
Back in my dorm, my roommates swarmed with sympathy—except Sophia Langley.
She took one look at my flushed face and dragged me to the balcony. "Well? How's the muscle-bound Adonis?"
Sophia was my kindred spirit. We'd bonded over our... shared condition and extracurricular interests.
Giggling, I spilled everything. "Total alpha male act, but he bailed over some stupid security camera."
Sophia eyed my rumpled clothes skeptically. "With you coming onto him? Doubtful. Probably just a tease."
I frowned. Was that it?
"Or," she mused, "maybe he's terrified of the no-fraternization policy. You could end his career."
I shrugged, grinning. "Doesn't matter. I've got his digits now."
One way or another, Marcus Lowell would be mine.
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