Professor Cline: Redeemed (Professor #2)

by J. M. La Rocca

  I could hear her voice breaking as she spoke, and I realized I’d already started hurting her. I truly was no good at this.

  “I’ve told you before, Emma. I’ve never done this. But even past that point, I’m not good for you.”

  She pushed away, putting space between us as her face scrunched up with anger. “Shouldn’t I be the judge of that?”

  I shook my head. “No, because you have no idea what you’d be judging.”

  “Then tell me.”

  “I can’t.”

  She stood from the couch and placed her hands on her hips, and fuck me if she didn’t look sexy as hell pissed off.

  “You can’t or won’t?”

  I closed my eyes for a moment to figure out what the hell I was going to do. My mind kept jumping back and forth. My whole life had been about protecting those close to me. Protecting them like I was unable to protect my mother. I’d spent so much time trying to make up for the mistakes I’d made and the damage it caused. Didn’t I deserve the slightest bit of happiness? I’d told myself no. No one needed to get close to me. It wasn’t just about the scars, although that was one of the main reasons. I knew deep down there was something wrong with me, something I never wanted to admit. I couldn’t share that burden with anyone else, but I didn’t want myself to be deprived.

  When I opened my eyes, she was standing in front of me, and I did the one thing I knew felt right. She was the one who filled the darkness when I closed my eyes, the one who awoke me from a long slumber. I’d had a taste and it was something I wanted to savor.

  I pulled her close until she was straddling my torso, being sure not to groan as she put weight on my thigh. Then I grabbed the back of her neck and brought her even closer, pressing my lips onto hers. She wasted no time bringing her hands up to cup my face as the kiss deepened. Our tongues danced along one another’s, and we both moaned into each other’s mouths.

  The over-powering lust I usually felt with her came rushing forward. Nothing felt as good as her skin touching mine. And if I let it happen, she’d become my new addiction.

  She moved her hands up from my face to slide them through my hair. And I lifted the back of her shirt and unsnapped her bra.

  I pulled her shirt up over her head, breaking our kiss, and let her bra fall from her shoulders before I leaned forward to suck a nipple into my mouth. She moaned and rocked softly against my cock, and it took everything I had not to groan. Every thrust of her hips against my dick pulled at the stitches, causing a continuous sensation of pain and pleasure. The feeling was something I was all too familiar with, and it made me want to lose control.

  I grabbed her ass with both hands and pushed her down on my dick. “Fuck, Emma. I can never get too much of you.”

  “I feel the same way,” she breathed as she brought her lips down to mine in another searing kiss. She fucked my mouth with her tongue and rocked her hips in the same rhythm, putting me over the edge. If I didn’t do something quick, I was going to come in my pants.

  I cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples, causing a moan to escape her lips. I took advantage of the separation of our lips to reacquaint my mouth with her nipples as I rocked my cock against her.

  “You drive me crazy,” I stated as I kissed up to her neck.

  Her nails dug into my skin as I bit down on her soft flesh. Then she pulled away from me, and I looked up into her serious eyes as she lightly tugged the hair at the back of my neck.

  “Don’t fuck with me, Mason.”

  I knew exactly what she was referring to. She knew as well as I did what I would have eventually ended up doing.

  “You think you’re the only one who’s scared, but you’re wrong. I have a lot to lose, too,” she admitted. “But I’m here because I feel it and I can’t deny it. Don’t push me away.”

  I furrowed my brow and bowed my head, resting it on her chest, absorbing the way she smelled.

  She was right. I was scared. I was scared of so many things. Of what the future would bring, mainly. I’d always known what to expect out of my life; she was the unexpected. My world had taken one turn after another, and I felt lost. The control over my life had been stripped away, but I hadn’t had control over anything. It was all an illusion. I couldn’t deny myself the one true thing that had been presented to me after all these years. But that nagging in the back of my mind was still there.

  It was my constant, my security blanket, and I didn’t know how to get rid of it.

  I pulled back and looked into her eyes, surrendering to the power they had over me.

  “I won’t,” I finally said.

  She smiled down at me and softly brushed her lips against mine, showing me exactly how she felt. I wrapped my arms around her, running my fingertips up and down her back until they finally rested on the waistband of her jeans.

  “These need to go,” I informed her, breaking the kiss.

  She moved back and bit her lip with a smile as she slowly maneuvered herself off me.

  I watched her hands as they gradually unbuttoned her jeans then pulled the zipper down nice and slow. Her eyes were focused on mine when I looked up to meet her half-lidded gaze.

  She was so fucking sexy.

  She slowly pulled her pants down, bringing them down to mid-thigh then letting them fall the rest of the way before stepping out of them.

  Her red thong left little to the imagination, but I didn’t need it. I knew how sweet that pussy was.

  Turning my body, I rested my head on the pillow on the arm of the couch and motioned for her to get closer.

  “Take that off and bring that pussy to my lips.” She blushed slightly, and I rubbed my dick as I watched her pull it down.

  I was so far gone with this woman there was no stopping me.

  She took a step toward me, keeping eye contact, and slowly lifted her right leg to rest on the other side of my head. Then I raised my arms and grabbed her hips, pushing her pussy closer to my face.

  I spread her lips with my fingers and stared at her wetness.

  “Fucking beautiful,” I breathed and looked up to see her watching me, her breaths coming rapidly.

  Then I leaned forward and licked up her juices to her clit, watching as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. The look on her face fueled my need to get her off. I sucked and flicked my tongue on her clit over and over again as she rocked her hips, searching for her release.

  I lifted my hands and grabbed on to her breasts as she continued to rock, her head tilted back and her mouth partially open. It was a beautiful fucking sight, one that would be etched in my mind for a long time. Then I rolled her nipples between my fingers, pinching them slightly, causing her to rock faster on my face.

  She held on to my forearms and looked down at my mouth connected to her skin. She bit her bottom lip and her eyebrows came together in a facial expression I’d seen before. I knew she was getting close.

  I pulled on her nipples, urging her on, and her eyes slid to mine. I could feel her pussy clenching against my lips, and the look on her face told me she was about to come.

  Pulling back from her slightly, I sucked her clit into my mouth and she bucked against me, tilting her head back as her face scrunched up in pleasure, digging her nails into my forearm.

  Then the dam broke.

  “Oh, God. Yes. Yes. Oh,” she moaned as she continued to rub against me, and I smiled as I sucked up every last drop.

  She took a few deep breaths then looked down at me as she pulled away.

  “Oh, God, my legs are shaking.”

  “Good.” I smirked. “That means I’m doing my job.”

  I sat up as she bit her lip, holding back a laugh. I reached into my sweats and grabbed my dick, stroking it as I looked over her body. I knew this would hurt and pull at my stitches, but I didn’t care. I needed to be inside her.

  Pulling my dick out, I motioned for her to straddle me, and she did without hesitation.

  I looked up at her and she lowered her head, pressing her lip
s against mine as I rubbed the head of my cock against her clit. She moved forward, trying to angle it into her entrance, but I moved my dick away.

  She broke the kiss and looked at me with lust. “Don’t tease me, Mason. Let me fuck you.”

  Fuck. Dirty talk coming out of her sweet mouth sounded so fucking sexy, but like the time before, having her take the control was something so out of the ordinary for me. I hesitated, but only for a moment as her pussy slid down my cock, enveloping it like a glove.

  I squeezed her hip as she took me all the way in then pulled back up slowly.

  “Fuck, you feel so good.”

  And she did. It wasn’t the sex. It was the connection we had, like we could read each other’s emotions, and it made everything that much better.

  She continued to ride my dick, and I knew by the pulsing of her pussy that she was getting close again. I held onto her hips and sucked a nipple into my mouth, thrusting into her as my release built.

  I tried to keep up my movement, but the stitches were making it hard. I pulled the sweats further down, past my wound, and grabbed onto her hips again, thrusting up into her, harder. She grabbed my shoulders and tilted her head back. I watched as her mouth hung open and her face contorted in pleasure. Her pussy clamped down on my dick, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I groaned as I came inside her, just as her pussy pulsated around my dick, the few seconds of complete euphoria taking over my senses.

  She stayed wrapped in my arms as we both waited for our hearts to stop racing. Her hands glided up into my hair and she kissed the top of my head, a caring act I hadn’t been on the receiving end of in a long time. It made me wish for more moments like that. Moments of complete escape. Moments I could be myself. Those moments were scarce, but that would change soon enough.

  Emma pulled back and brought her hands around to frame my face, a serious expression on hers. She sat there quietly as she looked over every feature, then she stared into my eyes.

  “I like you,” she finally stated.

  My lip curved up into a grin, and I quirked a brow. “Are you sure about that?”

  She smiled. “I am. I know it probably seems stupid, but I feel like I should throw this out there. I like you more than I probably should for someone who just met you.” She bit the inside of her cheek and looked down at my chest as she continued. “Don’t not reply to me again,” she said, shaking her head as if talking to herself. “I told you before that I don’t play games. If this is going to work, then we both need to be on the same page.”

  She looked up to meet my gaze once again and placed a hand on her chest. “This is me. I’m an open person until something makes me want to close myself off. I will always be honest with you. So if this isn’t what you truly want, then you need to tell me. I know you feel what we share. I’m not going to say it’s one of those ‘once in a lifetime’ connections, but this is real to me.”

  I knew it was, and that was one of the things that scared me. I’d told her a few times that I wanted her to always be honest with me, and since things were about to be blasted in the open, it was time for me to be honest with her. I didn’t want her to put herself out there when she didn’t even know what kind of man I truly was.

  Adjusting myself on the couch, she pulled away from me. Her leg brushed against my stitches, causing her to turn and look down.

  “Oh, my God,” she gasped, leaving her mouth open with a concerned look on her face. “What happened?”

  Fuck. I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t want to have to explain this, too, but I guess if I’m going to put it all out there, I might as well.

  “Hang on,” I said as I pulled up my sweats and rose from the couch.

  I headed into the half bath that was located by the kitchen and retrieved a cloth to clean her, wetting it with warm water first. Then I walked back into the room where Emma was standing, fully dressed with her hands crossed at her chest.

  I sighed at my effort to clean her up and tossed the rag on the table.

  “Sit,” I commanded, pointing to the couch. I couldn’t have her standing while I tried to think of what to say. It was too distracting.

  “No, I’ll stand.”

  “Emma,” I stated sternly. “Please, just sit.”

  She furrowed her brow but did as I asked.

  “Before you start declaring that you want to be with me, there are some things you need to know. Things that will ultimately alter your perception of me.

  She looked at me in confusion, but kept quiet as I talked and paced around the room.

  “In the next week or so, things are going to get crazy. More than likely, I will either lose my job or I will be quitting.”

  I saw her move out of the corner of my eye and held up my hand to quiet any questions she had. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, needing a minute to get out the words.

  “There are things I’ve done in my past that I’m not proud of, things John was involved in, as well. Things that changed my life the moment I killed my mother.”

  “What?” Emma exclaimed, interrupting me. “What do you mean you killed your mother?” she asked, frantic. I turned to see that she’d stood up with a wide-eyed expression.

  “Emma, please sit and let me get this out.”

  She furrowed her brow and slowly sat back down. I took a deep breath and explained.

  “When I was seven, my mother found out about the dealings John was doing on the side, which I’ll also explain in a minute,” I said, to appease her. “That night, she threatened to leave and take me, but John wasn’t going to let her. I didn’t want to stay with him. She was my everything. So, without thinking, I ran for her just as she was about to walk down the stairs and I tripped, knocking her down the stairs, killing her.”

  She jolted back in shock and brought her hand up to her mouth, but her expression quickly turned into sympathy, an emotion I hated to see.

  “Mason,” she started, but I held up my hand to stop her. I didn’t want to hear that it wasn’t my fault.

  It was my fault.

  “That day,” I went on, as I continued to pace the room, “was the day I lost the only person who mattered to me. The only person who loved me.”

  I furrowed my brow and listened to my own words. Words I’d written just a few days before while sitting in my office.

  “John wasn’t a horrible dad growing up, not until the day I turned seventeen.”

  I stopped pacing and stared at the floor. I couldn’t look at her as I talked. I knew if I looked at her any more than I already had, I’d drop it altogether and let her find out along with everyone else.

  “What happened?” she asked with intrigue in her voice.

  I closed my eyes, remembering that day vividly.

  Sophia writhing on the bed.

  The binds.

  The blindfold.

  My sick arousal.

  Her fear.

  “John presented me with a girl that day,” I started as I stopped pacing in front of a painting to regard all the intricate lines. I stood there quietly as I looked over every color and detail, thinking about that night until Emma spoke, breaking me from the past.

  “He presented you with a girl?” she questioned, not understanding what I was trying to say.

  I turned and looked at her for a brief moment then glanced away, nodding as I continued to pace.

  “Sophia.” I said her name and the image of her standing in front of me a few nights before flooded my mind. I squeezed my eyes shut and brought a hand up to rub at them, trying to make the image disappear.

  Saying all of this was more difficult than I thought it would be. I stopped pacing and kept my back to Emma. When I finished the story, I wouldn’t be able to look at her face and see her expression as I told her what kind of man I truly was.

  “He presented her to me on my birthday, tied to a bed and blindfolded.” I heard her gasp behind me, but I kept on, trying to get it all out. “That was the second time my life changed. From what I know now, I was b
eing bred to join the business John was a part of, a business Donicko ran. A business that dealt in selling girls.”

  I bowed my head and stared at the floor as I got to the point and continued to speak.

  “Sophia became my constant. We were both trapped in Hell with no way of knowing how to get out of it. She became my everything.” I scrunched my brows together as the words came out. “So many things held me back from just walking her out of the house. I had too many things going against me, and John knew I wouldn’t put Sophia in danger. She was already in enough.” I ground my teeth as the memories came back to me. “They took advantage of my love for her. My need to keep her safe.”

  I let out a heavy breath and continued.

  “In order for me to save the one person I cared most about, I had to help with their endeavor. Something I wanted no part of, but I felt like I’d had no choice.”

  I lifted my head and looked at the wall, placing my hands on my hips.

  “I lured girls to a lifetime of Hell to save one,” I scoffed at myself and shook my head. “All that time, I knew there would be a chance that they’d go back on their word and keep Sophia anyway, but I had hope. I wanted it to be true. But that was also taken away.”

  I finally turned and looked at Emma. Her mouth was partially hanging open, eyes wide with shock.

  “I don’t understand. Are you being serious?” She stood from her seat and brought a hand to her forehead.

  I looked away from her and nodded, unable to see the panicked expression on her face.

  “Mason, my sister works for John, and she’s had an affair with Donicko.” I could hear the panic in her voice. “Are you telling me she’s in danger?”

  I turned toward her and lifted my hand to calm her, making sure to keep my distance.

  “No, she’s too well known for them to do something like that.”

  “I-I need to leave.”

  The panicked expression was still on her face, and I moved to block her from leaving.

  “Listen to me, Emma.” She stopped, but she didn’t bring her eyes up to look into mine. Instead, she stared at my chest, mouth set in a straight line. I didn’t blame her for not wanting to look at me; I didn’t want to look at me, either. “This information is going to be out in the open soon. I couldn’t keep it in any longer. You might still have questions, but this is what you needed to know. I’m not a good person. My past is far from pretty, and we all need to pay for what we’ve done.”