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  All the while he thought of his cock nestled snugly in her beautifully tight little pussy.

  Soon, the signs started to come. The flexing of her inner muscles, the loosening of her thighs, and finally, her hips started to move the tiniest inch.

  He responded by delving his hands under her bottom. He pulled out and then pushed back in the same time he lifted her up by her bottom to meet his thrust.

  “Oh.” She knew that having him thrust in and out of her would feel sensational, but she had not realized it would feel this good. There was no word for it, this magic he worked on her body as his cock slid in and out, claiming her body over and over with each thrust.

  But soon, she realized she wanted more, and he seemed to know it right away. She heard him groan her name. “MJ.” It was his first time to say it, and then there was no time to think. His thrusts became more forceful, his chest rubbing deliciously against her bare breasts every time he pounded into her.

  The thrusts of his cock were so hard and powerful it had her sinking into the bed, but she wanted more. She wanted everything. His hips moved furiously over hers and she tried to keep up, as desperate as he was to keep building the pressure between them.

  The bed moved with each thrust, and knowing this only gave her a forbidden thrill. “Helios. Helios. Helios.” She couldn’t stop chanting his name. When he threw her legs over his shoulders, rising to his knees so he could thrust into her more deeply, that was when she lost it.

  “HELIOS!” The scream of pleasure burst out of her, but it did not stop Helios from shoving in and out of her body.

  In moments, he, too, started to come, and he gritted out her name as his seed burst out of his cock. He kept pounding into her even as he came, jetting out cum that filled her pussy to the brim, causing the liquid to slowly dribble down her thighs.

  As Helios recovered from the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced, he knew life would not be the same again. Slowly, he tipped MJ’s chin up. The dazed look in her pretty violet eyes pleased him, but he wanted more.

  He wanted all of her.

  “Remember what I told you earlier,” he said in a voice as unbreakably hard as steel.

  And in that same sweet earnest voice of hers, she said, “I’m yours, Helios.”

  The impact of her words had his body jerking. She hadn’t even tried playing coy, and it pleased him as much as it terrified him. He asked curtly, “Your secret crush? What about…him?” He almost mentioned Yuri’s name but managed to swallow it back.

  She wanted to tell him the truth, but fear held her back. Telling him the truth would give Helios too much power over her, and she wasn’t ready for that just yet. So she said softly, “Does it matter? I’m yours now.”

  “Fair enough,” he said grimly. “But I warn you, brat. I will kill anyone who touches you. So be careful of who you let close to you.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Task #1 for Thursday: All the officers except for Helios have morning classes. Get them up.

  MJ nodded determinedly to herself as she closed her daily planner and stuck it back in her jeans’ back pocket. She couldn’t help smiling to herself, though. She did her best to fight it, but really she was too happy. Last night’s encounters (with an S, dear Lord, with an S!) were embarrassingly fresh in her mind. Just thinking about it made her cheeks pink, her mouth dry, and her body tingle all over. The memories were literally electrifying her body, and it was all she could do not to shiver, tap dance, and twirl around all at the same time.

  She walked past Andreus’ door to check on Yuri. Andreus frequently travelled, more so than what should have been right for a college student. Just last night he had gone away again. MJ had a feeling he would have totally flunked out if Derek Christopoulos, the son of the university’s founder and chairman, wasn’t an honorary member of the club as well.

  Upon peeking inside, MJ saw Yuri’s bed was already made up and the room empty. Yuri was the only one who did that, a curious thing for a billionaire’s heir.

  She knocked on Kellion’s door next, and when no one replied, she opened the door and poked her head in. “Kellion?”

  No answer.

  She walked inside and saw the club’s vice president lying on his back. Like the other officers, Kellion liked sleeping in the buff. Looking at his muscular half-naked body, MJ wondered why the sight of it didn’t do anything for her. But if this was Helios?

  Her toes curled, and sighing dreamily, she headed to the windows and drew the blinds up. She said over her shoulder, “Good morning, Kellion!”

  He didn’t stir.

  MJ headed back to the bed, hands planted on her hips. “Good morning, Kellion.”

  Nothing.

  Since she was in a very good mood, she generously decided to give him another chance. “Gooooood morning, Kellion.”

  Nope, still no reaction.

  She took a deep breath.

  “AAAH AAAH AAAH…”

  Kellion jerked awake as the most terrible sound invaded his dreams. It sounded like a cross between a weeping walrus and a hiccupping hippopotamus, and the strange creature was singing, of all things, the lyric-less solo of The Little Mermaid.

  He slammed his pillow over his head, trying to mute the God-awful noise.

  MJ pulled the pillow away, singing more loudly. If she were honest, she was actually doing her best not to sing out of tune. Guessing by Kellion’s tortured expression, she had not succeeded. “Aaaaah aaah aaahh….aaah aaah aaah….”

  Kellion threw his pillow to the floor. Cracking one eye open, he said with a scowl, “You know what? I think you sing better when you’re having sex.”

  MJ gasped.

  He smiled evilly. “I think you forgot how thin our walls are. Lemme see…I think you liked calling the President’s name out…” In a falsetto voice, he said, “Oh, Helios. Please, Helios.”

  MJ covered her ears. “I don’t want to hear anything.”

  He said more loudly, “Oh, yes, there…oh my God, I can’t…so good…”

  Running to the door, she said without looking back, “Breakfast in fifteen minutes!” MJ slammed the door shut, breathing hard. She could feel her face burning. Why, oh, why had she forgotten that the others might be able to hear her?

  Slowly, she climbed down the stairs and headed to the kitchen.

  All the girls there were glaring at her.

  MJ blinked.

  “Oh, hi, MJ. You’re up,” MJ heard Hallie remark in a cheerful voice. The other girl bustled past her and caught sight of the glaring expressions on the other girls’ faces.

  Hallie made a face. “Don’t be petty, girls. You win some, you lose some.” She looked at MJ and, seeing the confusion on her friend’s face, she said with twinkling eyes, “They hate you because you’re the President’s girl now.”

  Booooooo. The girls looked like they wanted to throw knives at her as they expressed their dissatisfaction.

  MJ cringed. “Y-you know, too?”

  Hallie laughed. “MJ, everyone in the club knows. The President left orders with Rayver…”

  Hearing Rayver’s name mentioned made MJ groan silently. That one was the world’s most talkative biker. Anything that guy knew, the whole world knew.

  “…and he told Rayver to have your stuff moved to his room by today.” Hallie beamed. “Isn’t that sweet?”

  Boooooooooo. But this time, it was accompanied with lots of pots and pans banging, feet stomping, and trays slamming against the kitchen table. When MJ saw one of the girls sharpening a knife without a chopping board, she knew it was time to leave.

  In the dining room, MJ was stunned to see Helios seated in his usual place at the head of the table. Yuri and Kellion flanked him at each side.

  His sleep-rumpled hair was tied back, and he had on a white undershirt and a pair of black board shorts. It was as if her heart stopped one full second as she looked at him, filled as she was with such awed pleasure. Even dressed plainly, Helios Andreadis had the kind of presence that mad
e anyone sit up and notice.

  Suddenly, Helios stopped talking to Kellion and turned to her, his gaze right away finding hers. His eyes were unreadable, his face expressionless. And then he crooked his finger towards her, a silent command that was clear as day. Come here.

  Everyone turned in her direction.

  MJ paled. Oh, drat. Had she done something wrong?

  Helios impatiently waited for MJ, who seemed to be dragging her feet to get to him. This only made him even more irritable. He had hated waking up and not finding MJ in his bed, and his already erect cock had hated it even more.

  MJ was already dressed for classes, in her usual combination of checkered polo, tank top, jeans, and sneakers. She was freshly showered, too, her hair still wet, making Helios wonder with a frown what time she had woken up. Did she really think things wouldn’t change now that she was his?

  When she reached him, he said calmly, “Take a seat.”

  Take a seat…where? MJ looked around for a vacant chair, but Helios tugged on her wrist, making her look back at him.

  He patted his lap.

  Her eyes widened.

  Behind her, MJ heard Kellion choke, and she realized that the dining hall had gone silent.

  Helios was still gazing at her. “Sit.”

  Slowly, she…sat.

  Her back was stiff, and only the edge of her bottom was perched on his lap. Helios tugged on her hair, and when she turned around, his hand curled around her nape to urge MJ to bend her head close as his mouth caught hers in a long, drugging kiss. MJ gasped, her eyes closing as the hairs of her skin stood up at the unexpected onslaught on her senses. His kiss made it impossible to think. She could only respond, her arms wounding around his neck.

  “Give me your tongue,” he breathed against her lips.

  Whimpering at the blunt request, she did as asked even knowing that everyone would have heard him.

  Only when they heard dishes crashing to the floor, followed by a loud sob as one of the volunteers ran out of the room, did Helios slowly lift his head.

  “Poor girl,” Kellion murmured. “She really thought Mr. Sunshine here would have remained public property.”

  MJ barely heard him, her head still clouded by a haze of passion. She saw Helios smiling at her, and it was a breathtaking sight.

  There was another crash of dishes, another girl running away.

  Kellion shook his head in mock dismay. “So many hearts crushed.”

  Helios ignored the others, his attention completely focused on MJ. Satisfaction, to the point of exultance, filled him at the knowledge that he finally had MJ on his lap, and she was his to command, his to possess…his to do whatever he wanted. And right now, all he truly desired to do was lock her in his room and satiate his lust for her beautiful body.

  Helios pulled her against him suddenly, causing MJ to fall back, her breasts squashed against his chest. Immediately, she felt something stir under her. MJ turned red, realizing what it was.

  Helios didn’t seem to care. He bit the outer lobe of her ear, making her shiver, and MJ shivered even more as he whispered to her, “From now on, you do not leave my bed until I tell you to.” He cupped her chin and nudged her to look at him. His golden eyes blazed at her. “Got it?”

  “G-got it,” she whispered even as her head whirled at the enormous change the club’s president seemed to have undergone. It was almost…almost as if he had been holding himself back all this time, but now that he had her, he wanted everyone to know she belonged to him.

  She wanted to ask him why. Why had he suddenly changed? Did it mean that he loved her? But the words were stuck in her throat as she remembered Hallie’s story. It didn’t matter why he had changed. Claiming her so publicly was a risk in itself, and she should be content that he had decided she was worth the risk.

  Unbidden, her eyes sought Yuri’s.

  Yuri only smiled at her, but he was unable to hide the unease in his gaze.

  Unease that Helios also saw…and misunderstood. A part of him whispered insidiously in his mind that history was about to repeat itself. Even if Yuri had always been a good friend to him, could their friendship keep Yuri from betraying Helios once he also had a taste of MJ’s body?

  He didn’t know the fucking answer to that, and the fact that the question had occurred to him in the first place made self-contempt rise inside Helios.

  MJ was not Odessa.

  He had to remember that.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Where’s MJ?” Helios demanded a week later as he stalked into the kitchen, which was occupied by Kellion, Hallie, and Andreus.

  Andreus said mockingly, “How fucking sweet. You miss her already?”

  Helios spared his treasurer a cold glance. “Fuck off.”

  Kellion made a tsk tsk sound. “I really thought you’d have better manners now that you’re with MJ, Mr. Sunshine. But nope. You actually seem worse.” He smiled slyly. “I just saw her this morning, you know. She was the one who woke me—”

  “One more word and I’ll kill you.” He meant it. The fact that MJ was still doing her usual tasks – which included entering other men’s rooms and seeing them half-naked – was still a sore point between them. She was the President’s girl now, dammit. She no longer had to work like an ordinary volunteer.

  But MJ being MJ, with her extremely odd thoughts, she insisted on sticking with the same schedule. And when he had tried to accompany her, intending to kick everyone out of their beds just so they could get back in his, MJ had refused that, too. The only reason Helios hadn’t forced the issue was because MJ had been about to cry.

  And why the fuck was that, Helios wondered grimly. Why did she feel so strongly about her stupid duties? Was it because she was still torn between him and her not-really-a-secret-crush? He watched her all the time when they weren’t together. She and Yuri were exceptionally close, but there didn’t seem to be anything going on between them.

  But then, this was Yuri. The younger man was surely too smart to let himself be caught on CCTV trying to steal his girl.

  “I think she’s upstairs cleaning one of the rooms.” Hallie’s answer brought him back to reality.

  “Thanks,” he said briefly before he took the stairs two at a time. Andreus’ room was empty and so was Kellion’s. Yuri’s room was locked, which for a moment tempted Helios to kick the door open. If he found Yuri and MJ together inside, what would he do?

  The thought alone had his vision turning completely red for a second.

  No.

  He forced the traitorous thought out. MJ was his. She knew that. She wanted that. Even if she never said the words, it was clear with her every look, every word, every action that she wanted Helios and nobody else.

  She would not betray him like…the other woman.

  Helios forced himself to walk past Yuri’s room and headed to his. When he went inside, Helios’ breath hissed out at the realization that the room was empty. That only meant one thing then. She could be—

  The door of his bathroom opened.

  “Helios?” MJ’s shy voice curled around him like the most seductive caress. Relief and lust struck him at the same time.

  MJ’s heart jumped to her throat when no one answered her. Oh no! What if it was someone else? What if Helios had asked someone to get something from his room? One look at her and anyone would know she had been intending to seduce Helios Andreadis.

  She opened the door more widely, enough for her to see who had entered the room. MJ breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Helios. “W-why didn’t you answer me?”

  Not wanting to answer that, he asked thickly, “What are you doing there?” Desire, raw and unquenchable, rose inside him at the sight of MJ in a teensy pink bathrobe, its deep V showing off the valley of her breasts and so short it barely covered the curves of her butt.

  She smiled shyly at him. “Happy one week.”

  The robe dropped.

  Helios’ cock surged up at the sight of MJ’s nakedness. “Fuck.” I
n another second he was on her, his mouth taking hers, causing her to gasp.

  The feel of her naked body against his when he was fully clothed was unexpectedly erotic, and his cock ached even more painfully under his sweat pants. “Fuck,” he said feelingly, causing her to laugh shakily even as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.

  He was so hard it felt like his cock was taking over his mind and body, and all he wanted to do was fuck MJ over and over. This was her very first time to take the initiative in touching him. She was unbelievably shy even now, and Helios had a good idea what it cost her to do something like this. The fact that she conquered her inhibitions, for him, blew him away.

  He kissed her hungrily, his hands sweeping all over her body. He stroked her back, squeezed her breasts, and shaped her buttocks, wanting to touch every part of her.

  “You’re wearing,” she gasped out, “too many clothes.” It was hard to be coherent when Helios’ sweeping caresses had her body come alive in the most breathlessly exciting way.

  Her words made Helios chuckle hoarsely. “You’re right. Want to take them off for me?”

  She swallowed. “Yes.” Slowly, she reached for his shirt, her fingers fumbling with the hem before she could pull it off. She had to tiptoe as she did since Helios was so much taller than her. The sight of his beautiful hard chest had her swallowing again, and the temptation to kiss him was irresistible.

  Helios groaned with surprise and pleasure as MJ bent down and tentatively licked his nipple. “That feels good, brat.”

  Encouraged by his words, she made her tongue work faster at licking his nipple before starting to suck it. She was rewarded by Helios’ moan, and holding his waist, she moved to his other nipple and did the same.

  Eventually, MJ moved lower, kissing her way down until she had reached the waistband of his track pants. Slowly, she tugged it down, which immediately revealed his engorged cock. Even though they made love every night – and every day, more than once for that matter – the sight of Helios’ enormous cock still made everything inside her quiver.