Chapter 6

~ Sylara's POV ~

"God, I fucking love the sound of your moans, Little Flower," he growled, his voice rough with lust as his middle finger rammed deeper into my slick pussy. I immediately hitched my hips and spread my legs even wide open for him.

He was the only one capable of making my body hum like this. The only one who could make me drip and soak my panties with just a brush of his hand.

His mouth descended, crushing his lips back into mine, kissing me hard and violently, as his two fingers burrowed deep into my entrance. Every raw groan, every strangled scream was swallowed by his mouth as he kissed me like he was guzzling life itself.

​He wasn't just a great fucker, he was a mind-blowing kisser too. I felt so boneless and helpless under his aggressive grip, entirely letting him manhandle and tease my pussy exactly the way he wanted to. I surrendered my control to him completely, my body burning for him.

​I wanted him to take me.

​To fuck my pussy into oblivion, slamming me against the desk over and over again like he did that night in Cabo. I needed a repeat of that steamy, unforgettable night with him, the night he showed me how truly insatiable I could be.

"Do you want me to fuck you right now?" he demanded, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses all over my face.

​I didn't hesitate for a second. My answer was a desperate, urgent gasp. "Yes... Fucking yes, please. I'm all yours, Professor," I panted.

Ever since I came back from Cabo, all I had been thinking about was the ghost of his hands roaming over my skin. How he fucked me exactly the way I deserved to be fucked—hard, deep, and without apology.

This was the perfect opportunity to get slammed again, and I wasn't about to let this chance slide.

​"Are you absolutely sure about this, Little Flower?" he whispered again, trailing his tongue into my earlobe. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the heat and the wetness of his tongue on my skin.

My panties were drenched, heavy with my own wet filth.

"I can't fucking get enough of this taste," he groaned, then recaptured my lips in a long, hot, heated kiss. As he reached down to pull my panties off, I instinctively spread my legs even wider, practically offering myself up.

​Finally, I was about to get another taste of his addictive, huge dick. But just as I thought he'd rip my panties off and fuck me senseless like he did in Cabo, he stopped cold.

He violently pulled away from the kiss and aborted the motion to strip my panties. He stepped away from the desk, reached for his handkerchief, and began wiping my slick cum-bait off his fingers.

With my nipples hardened into pebbles and my legs still spread open in expectation, I stared at him, dumbfounded by the sudden halt.

​He was supposed to be fucking me, shoving his hard dick into me and satisfying this savage urge, not wiping my bodily fluids off his hand like they were suddenly foul or contagious.

I stayed patiently watching him meticulously wipe up my sexual liquid, and after he was done, he crumpled the handkerchief into a tight ball, tossed it into the wastebasket, and turned to face me.

​"Get the fuck out," he said, his voice flat and cold as ice.

My body jolted like it had received a sudden electric shock. Did he just say that to me after he...

​"What the hell did you just say?" I whispered. Maybe I had heard him wrongly. He couldn't possibly kick me out like this, not after getting me so fucking close, right?

"Get out" he repeated, his tone more harsh and undeniably cold.

"Why?" I found myself asking, as tears gathered in my eyes.

He tucked his hands into his pockets, staring icily at me. "Do I need a goddamn reason to throw you out of my office, Sylara?" he said coldly, his words shattering my innocent, aching heart.

​I scrambled down from the desk where he had just had my legs spread open. "I was minding my own business. You were the one who called me into your office and you..."

"And I'm telling you to leave now," he cut me short with another blast of icy contempt. Was he even human? How could he speak to me this way after playing with my body and pushing me to the edge?

​"Professor..." I tried to speak, but he wouldn't let me finish.

​"Yes, I remember you were the girl from Cabo. Are you satisfied now? Whatever happened in Cabo means absolutely nothing to me. Now, get your ass out of my office," he said, pointing ruthlessly toward his door.

Cabo meant nothing to him?

Come on, Sylara, were you actually expecting a one-night fucking fling to mean something real to a man like him? My subconscious mind mocked me.

​And it was true.

​A single night of pounding with him shouldn't mean anything. I was probably just a random piece of ass he had fun with. But what about all this? What about how he devoured my lips and teased my pussy just moments ago? Did that also mean nothing?

"I don't want to make a repeat of what I just said. Get out!" he yelled, his voice like thunder.

He dared to shout at me.

​He dared to shout at me when he was the one who had sent for me, and made me dripping wet for him.

Without another word, I fled out of his office, running blindly. My heart was heavy, bruised, and aching with a pain that was suddenly sharp and deep. I shouldn't be crying! All I wanted was just a repeat of the hot, careless sex that happened in Cabo, but why did his harsh words hurt so much?

​It hurt more than when Alfred, who I had been with for four years, broke up with me. 

With hot tears streaming down my face, I stumbled into the nearest restroom. Yanking off my panties, I saw they were completely saturated with my lust for him.

​Even after he was so cruel and mean to me, I still wanted his touch. Since when did I become so stupid over a dick?

​He was twice my age, yet I craved him like how an infant craves a bottle. I was totally going insane, and it was all because of him.

I cleaned myself up before going back to class. Ashley rushed over to me, her eyes twitching with curiosity.

"What did Professor Nicholas say yo you? Why did you send for you?" she asked, eagarly.

"He... he... ummm... he just asked why my grades in statistics are low," I lied.

​"Just that? Seriously?" she frowned.

​"Why? Were you expecting some juicy dirt?" I countered.

​"Not really," she sighed. "You were in his office for ages, that's all."

​Yeah... I wasted time in his office because I let him kiss me senseless and finger-fuck my pussy however he wanted, only for him to treat me like I was a cheap call girl. He might not have said it directly to my face, but that's exactly how he made me feel.

​"Are you sure you two just talked about your grades?" Ashley pressed.

​"I didn't suck his dick, if that's what you're trying to imply," I spat out, and Ashley burst into a fit of laughter.

She always loved this kind of filthy, explicit talk. She couldn't go a few days without watching explicit, body-naked p**n, but don't judge her, she was still the kindest person I know.

​We had four classes before dismissal. I didn't want to go home and face my mom, who would just start nagging me about Alfred again, so I followed Ashley home.

​Her parents were so delighted to see me. They welcomed me with open arms and fed me a massive bowl of chicken noodles. Sometimes, I often wished that Ashley's parents were my parents. 

They always allowed her to do whatever the hell she wanted and always supported her in any decision she made, as long as it made her genuinely happy.

​But my parents were the complete opposite. They always wanted everything to go their way. They cared about their own happiness and reputation more than they cared about mine.

​"It's so unfair for your parents to pressure you to get back together with Alfred. That baby-dick called you horrible names! Are they even aware of that?" she asked, genuinely irritated by my parents' ridiculous demand.

​I had just finished my shower and was drying my hair with Ashley's hairdryer.

​"That's exactly why I want to spend the night here. Today was a total shit-show, and I don't want to listen to any of their bullshit naggings," I sighed.

​"I have a great suggestion on how you can make your day a little spicy," she said with a mischievous smile.

​"How?"

​"How about we watch a really explicit movie together? I just downloaded a super hot, spicy flick. You're going to love it," she grinned, her eyes glinting.

​"No thank you," I shook my head firmly.

​"Why the hell not?" she groaned in frustration.

​"I just don't enjoy watching those types of movies."

​"But you can stay up all night being fucked senseless by a random stranger, right?" she teased, her eyes narrowing playfully.

​I forced a weak smile at her. She had no idea that the "stranger" she was talking about was our professor, nor did she know that he had spoken to me like I was a worthless whore he found on the street corner.

While Ashley had her feet propped up on the wall with her headphones jammed in, getting thoroughly thrilled by the explicit p**n she was watching, I laid on my side of the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

​His harsh, cruel words echoed a thousand times in my ears, but I took a deep, shuddering breath and tried to flush the whole vile experience off.

​Tomorrow was another day. Another day to try and finally forget that he exists.