Chapter 348: Double Life, Double Trouble

"AHNNNN!" Elena groaned loudly into the pillow as he filled her back up completely.

From this angle, flat on her stomach with her hips raised, he was buried so deep inside her that he could feel her internal walls stretching around his tip.

Liam began to pound into her from behind with long, sweeping, heavy strokes. He kept his body pressed flat against hers, his chin resting on her shoulder, his lips pressed close to her ear.

"You thought you were gonna come without me?" Liam whispered smoothly, his voice deep and raspy in her ear while his lower body mercilessly worked her pussy.

"Liam... please... I can’t take it..." Elena whimpered, her hands reaching back to grip his thighs as he railed her into the mattress. "It’s too deep... you’re too big..."

"You said you missed me," Liam reminded her, his hips snapping forward with relentless force. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. "So take all of it."

’She’s so tight it’s driving me crazy,’ Liam thought, feeling his own climax rapidly building at the base of his spine. The sheer tight warmth of her pussy, combined with the desperate, needy sounds she was making into the pillow, was tearing down his restraint.

Liam reached his hand down between her legs, finding her drenched clit, and began to rub it in fast, grinding circles while his shaft continued to hammer deep into her back door.

The double stimulation was the final blow.

"LIAM!" Elena screamed into the pillows, her entire body locking up as another orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave.

Her pussy convulsed around his dick in violent, crushing waves, milking his shaft with unbearable intensity.

The overwhelming tightness of her climax snapped Liam’s final thread of control.

’Fuck it,’ Liam thought, his jaw clenching tight as a deep growl erupted from his throat.

He drove his dick as deep as it could possibly go, pinning her flat against the bed, his pubic bone slammed hard against her ass cheeks.

He held himself buried to the absolute hilt as his own orgasm exploded.

Hot, heavy surges of his cum shot out of his tip, pouring deep into the very back of her womb.

Pulse after pulse of his thick release flooded her insides, filling her up completely. Liam closed his eyes, his chest heaving, his muscles flexing tight as he poured everything he had into her.

Elena moaned softly beneath him, her inner walls fluttering around his dick, eagerly drinking in every drop of his release.

They stayed locked together for a long, quiet time, listening to the heavy sound of their combined breathing echoing through the dim penthouse room.

The faint, distant hum of the city remained far below, completely ignored.

Slowly, Liam pulled his dick back out of her tight, spent canal.

With a soft, wet sound, a thick stream of his cum mixed with her cream began to spill out of her wide-open pink lips, pooling over her soft skin and onto the white sheets.

Liam rolled off her, falling back onto his side of the bed, his arm draped over his forehead as his chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm.

Elena slowly collapsed onto her side, completely exhausted, her long legs tangled in the comforter.

She shifted over, resting her flushed cheek against Liam’s chest, her dark eyes looking up at him with a thoroughly ruined, blissfully happy smile.

"You’re a monster, Liam..." she rasped out softly, her voice barely a whisper, her hand resting lazily over his heart.

Liam let out a low, satisfied chuckle, his hand coming down to stroke her damp hair. "You asked for it."

Elena smiled, closing her eyes as she snuggled closer into his warm, firm side, completely content to sleep in his arms for the rest of the night.

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The pale morning light cut through the high windows of the lecture hall, hitting the sloped rows of wooden desks with a cold, clear glare.

The room smelled like dry-erase markers, lukewarm Dunkin’ coffee, and damp hoodies from the chilly autumn air outside. Up at the front, Miss Kelly paced behind her podium, her blazer tailored sharp against the glowing screen projecting her PowerPoint on cognitive behavior and social dynamics.

Her heels clicked against the linoleum with rhythmic precision, her voice smooth and confident as she broke down the psychological mechanics of peer pressure and group mentality.

Liam was slouched near the back-middle row, one hand propping up his jaw. His eyes were glued to the screen, but his mind was totally checked out, still heavy with the quiet exhaustion from last night.

His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, passively absorbing Miss Kelly’s lecture. The sterile college classroom felt surreal compared to the heat and silence of the penthouse just hours ago.

Beside him, Kelvin couldn’t care less about human psychology.

Kelvin was slumped so low in his seat his knees were practically jammed against the desk in front of him.

His eyes kept darting toward the front row before flicking back down to his lap, where his phone was balanced.

He was scrolling like crazy, practically bouncing in his chair with an energy that made no sense for an eight-thirty Monday morning class.

Suddenly, Kelvin threw a sharp elbow straight into Liam’s ribs. He didn’t just show him his screen—he shoved the phone right into Liam’s face, blocking out Miss Kelly’s slide entirely.

"Dude, look at this," Kelvin whispered, trying—and failing—to keep his voice down.

Liam blinked, pulling his head back to get the bright screen into focus. It was a photo Kelvin had snapped on his walk from the dorms—a high-res shot of a neon flyer stapled onto the bark of an oak tree near the quad.

Bold, jagged letters stretched across the middle, advertising a massive off-campus rager for the weekend.

The design was obnoxious, promising a full keg setup, a local DJ, and a crowd that was definitely gonna end up getting busted by campus police.

"They’re throwing a total rager this Friday," Kelvin hissed, his eyes wide. "I’m talking full setup, speakers on the lawn, the whole campus is gonna be there. We have to go, bro. No excuses."

Liam stared at the flyer on the screen for a second. He kept his face completely blank, cool and unbothered.

The idea of standing in a packed, sweat-soaked basement with bass shaking the floorboards sounded like a total nightmare, but he wasn’t about to start a whole argument over it right now.

"Yeah, sure," Liam said quietly, keeping his tone flat and casual as he looked back toward the board. "I don’t really have anything going on anyway."

Kelvin let out a silent, hyped-up fist pump. "Hell yeah, man! I’ll text the group chat and get the pre-game locked in."

While Kelvin immediately started firing off texts, Liam’s mind drifted right off the party. The mention of Friday brought his real schedule back into focus. He had to swing by the administration building later this afternoon.

’I should head over to Diana’s office after class,’ Liam thought, his jaw clenching slightly as he pictured her pristine desk, expensive perfume, and the dark, risky game they played whenever the door locked behind them.

*BZZZZ*

The sudden buzz in his pocket snapped him out of it.

Liam reached down and pulled out his phone. A new notification sat right at the top of his lock screen—not a text from Kelvin, and not a campus blast.

It was an automated email.

Liam unlocked his phone and opened his inbox. The subject line hit him in stark, heavy black text:

Subject: Next Opponent Assigned

Sender: Stiles.

A sharp, familiar knot tightened in Liam’s gut. His eyes narrowed at the screen. The relaxed, lazy mood from the morning shattered instantly, replaced by a cold surge of adrenaline. No friendly greeting, no bullshit—just a set of coordinates, a time, and a profile attachment of the guy he was scheduled to beat half to death in the underground ring.

Liam’s grip tightened around his phone until his knuckles turned white. His teeth gritted so hard the muscle in his jaw began to twitch.

’Stiles...’ Liam thought, the name turning sour in his mouth.

It felt like Stiles was standing right over his shoulder, dragging him right back to reality.

The fights didn’t give a damn about his classes, his girls, or his quiet nights; they dragged him back into the dirt every single time he thought he had a minute to breathe.

Beside him, Kelvin let out a stifled laugh, totally blind to the shift in the room.

He was still tapping away on his phone, hyped out of his mind for Friday, completely clueless about the dark cloud that had just dropped over Liam’s head. Kelvin turned around, grinning like an idiot, ready to spout off more details about the party.

Liam glanced at Kelvin’s excited face, then back down at the grim details staring at him from his screen.

A quiet second passed.

’How the hell am I supposed to tell him this without turning it into a whole thing?’ Liam thought, working through it fast.

If he told Kelvin right now that he had "stuff to take care of," Kelvin would pry. He’d ask a million questions, try to move things around, or insist on coming along. Kelvin didn’t know anything about Stiles, the fights and keeping him in the dark is the best option for him.

Liam made his call in a split second.

Play along for now.

Let Kelvin plan the pre-game, let him hype it up, and then hit him with a last-minute bail right before they were supposed to head out on Friday night.

A fake emergency, a sudden work conflict, or just turning his phone off—something clean that wouldn’t give Kelvin a chance to push or get wrapped up in his mess.

Liam smoothly locked his phone, letting the screen go black before sliding it back into his pocket.

He turned back toward the front of the room, resting his chin on his hand like nothing had happened.

Up at the podium, Miss Kelly was writing something on the whiteboard, her voice steady as she went over behavioral patterns.

The autumn light shifted through the glass, illuminating dust floating in the quiet air of the lecture hall. Everything looked completely normal on the surface.

Liam stared at the board, his eyes cold.

’I knew peace was a joke.’