Fucked Raw By My School's Billionaire Owner: The Price of a Night

He laid me on the sheets, climbed over me, caged me with his arms.

"Last chance to run," he said, voice low.

"I need the money," I whispered, feeling so tiny in his arms.

"You're soaking," he muttered. "Virgin or not, your pussy wants this."

I moaned, looking away, couldn't help it.

"Eyes on me, sweetheart," he pushed his tip in slowly.

"Fuck," he groaned. "So tight."

He fucked me like he was claiming something.

"Come for me," he whispered in my ears, moving faster.

"Damien," I cried out his name as I came.

"That's it," he growled.

After a long minute he pulled out slowly. "One night," he said again, almost like a reminder.

...

Weeks later, I walked through the quiet hall of my school. A massive portrait stared back at me.

Damien Blackwood

Principal Benefactor and Owner

Columbia University.

Same man who'd just taken my virginity for money.

My stomach dropped.

"Oh fuck... what have I done?"