Chapter 118: Fly in Web**

Blair knew exactly what he was implying. She could feel his hardness pressing against her.

Her professor, the infamous Professor Jack Feron, wanted to have sex with her. But why? He hated her. His warm hand caressed the tender curve of her ass, his lips trailing soft, burning kisses down the side of her neck.

"Why?" Blair breathlessly stuttered out, her voice dropping into a quiet, trembling whisper. "I thought you hated me."

Jack stopped.

Blair released a small, startled squeal as he suddenly grabbed her waist, effortlessly lifting her and spinning her around in one fluid motion. She was now seated on the edge of the desk. Jack stood flush between her parted legs, his hands resting on her bare thighs.

He was so close. Blair’s face reddened, turning a brilliant shade of crimson. She quickly looked down. It was so much easier for her to think straight when she wasn’t looking at him, when his piercing red eyes weren’t stripping away her very being. When he leaned in closer, trapping her against the desk, she couldn’t move an inch.

Jack just stared at her for a moment. "I don’t hate you," he finally said.

Blair’s heart sped up, hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs.

"I just don’t like you," Jack added smoothly.

Blair’s lips parted, then closed again. Her gaze remained lowered, fixed on his long fingers gripping her thighs.

"You don’t like humans," Blair started, finding it much easier to speak when she was avoiding his gaze. "Then why do you want to..." She paused, her cheeks burning too hot to actually say the word sex out loud. "...touch me?"

"Did that cult of a church tell you that only two people in love should have sex?" Jack asked, a hint of amusement coloring his tone.

Blair’s eyes widened. She snapped her head up to look at him.

"We’re both not human," Jack pointed out. "So why should we live by human logic?"

His hands began traveling up the smooth skin of her thighs, sending a cascade of shivers down her spine.

"I don’t like you because you are stubborn, pretentious, and a liar," Jack listed off calmly. "And I know you don’t like me because I know too much."

His fingertips grazed the edge of her crotch. His eyes never left hers, holding her captive.

"I know the truth, yet I am still drawn to you," he murmured. "A fly willingly going in the direction of a web in plain sight."

He slipped his hand past her underwear and pushed a finger inside her.

Blair moaned aloud, her body jerking slightly at the sudden intrusion. She was already so wet, her body shamelessly wanting more of his touch.

"You’re wrong," she breathlessly managed to say, her chest heaving.

Jack raised a brow in silent question.

"I don’t dislike you," Blair corrected him, her voice trembling but determined. "I hate you."

Jack was taken aback. A flash of genuine surprise crossed his features for a fraction of a second, but it quickly melted into smirk. He slid his finger out of her and reached down, casually unbuckling his pants.

"That’s fine," Jack told her, his voice dropping into a husky rumble. "Animals who hate each other still fuck if they’re horny enough."

He grabbed her hips and pulled her forward, dragging her down the table until she was right at the edge. Blair leaned back, resting her weight on her palms.

This is bad, her mind screamed at her. I’m being bad. We shouldn’t be doing this.

But she didn’t try to scramble away. Jack held her weight easily with one hand, reaching over to open one of his desk drawers with the other. Blair watched as he pulled out a small silver packet. He brought it to his mouth, tearing the foil open with his teeth.

She couldn’t look away. Her curiosity won over her embarrassment as she watched him slide the protection over his erect cock.

"It’s a condom," Jack explained, noticing her staring. "The humans made it to reduce the odds of pregnancy. Though, I don’t think something like you can get pregnant."

Blair opened her mouth to argue, but Jack touched her over her panties again. The argument died in her throat. She moaned as he thrust two fingers inside her.

He fingered her slowly, scissoring his fingers with a deliberate pace.

"Was Daemus the only beastman you had sex with?" Jack asked casually.

Blair’s face flushed hot. "Please don’t mention him right now," she quietly pleaded between breathy moans.

Jack chuckled—a foreign sound. His long fingers pushed deeper. He maintained his slow pace, but his fingers began brushing against incredibly sensitive spots inside her.

Blair whimpered, instinctively arching her back to press herself deeper into his hand.

"Why?" Jack asked, keeping up the torturous rhythm. "Does mentioning him make you feel guilty? Beastmen share their females, you know?"

"Daemus cannot know," Blair responded frantically, shaking her head. "No one can know."

Jack took his fingers out, leaving them slick and shining with her juices.

"Fine," he agreed simply.

He stepped flush against the desk and positioned himself at her entrance. Jack hooked his fingers under the edge of her panties, pulling it aside.

He pressed forward, slowly sliding inside her.

Blair gasped, her eyes fluttering shut. She was tight, her body stretching to accommodate him, but she was so wet that he glided in with ease.

Jack set a relentless, demanding pace. The desk creaked loudly in protest beneath her weight as he thrust into her. The wet, rhythmic sound of their bodies slapping together filled the quiet office, tangling with Blair’s loud, breathy moans.

Jack leaned in close, his eyes burning into her flushed face. True to his nature, he couldn’t just claim her body; he had to play with her mind, too.

"A student sneaking into my office," Jack taunted, his voice a wicked whisper against her ear. He snapped his hips forward, driving deep. "Bending over my desk. How dare you seduce your professor, Ms. Willows?"

"I’m sorry," she sobbed out breathlessly, her nails digging desperately into the desk. "I’m sorry, Professor."

"You’re a bad girl," Jack praised darkly. "And bad girls get punished." He gripped her hips tighter, pulling her flush against him to fuck her even harder.

The intensity was too much for Blair to handle. She shattered almost immediately, crying out as her first orgasm ripped through her body, her inner walls clamping down tight around his cock.

Jack groaned at the sudden tightness, but he didn’t stop. He pushed her right through the sensitive aftershocks.

Jack’s hips slapped against her bare thighs. Blair’s head tossed back as the pleasure began to build all over again.

"Such a dirty, obedient little student, taking every inch of my cock," Jack murmured, his voice a husky, wicked purr against her ear.

"Professor!" Blair gasped, her body trembling. She came a second time, a loud, breathy moan filling the room as she chased the euphoric haze.

Jack was ruthless. He didn’t give her a second to recover, keeping up his punishing pace.

"Please, Professor," Blair begged between ragged, sobbing breaths, her body practically melting against the desk. "It’s too much..."

"Show me how pathetic you are," Jack taunted, snapping his hips forward. "Beg for it."

"Professor, please! More!"

By the time she orgasmed for a third time, Jack finally reached his own limit. He drove into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he came.

He held himself tight against her, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. But the second his pulse leveled out, his red eyes darkened once more. He wasn’t even close to being done with her.

But unbeknownst to the two of them, they were being spied on.