Chapter 6 Fucking Greek God

Iva’s P.O.V.

A Few Days Later

‘Since the day I first saw you, I haven’t been able to stop imagining what it would feel like to dominate you. To see you kneel for me.’

It’s been a few days since my private encounter with Will, and I still remember every single word he said to me that day. Every time I think about it, my pussy twitches with excitement.

Now even I can’t stop imagining how it would feel to be dominated by him.

To be touched by him.

To surrender myself to him.

I’ve always been aware of my dark and dirty fantasies that I like to be controlled and punished sexually, but I never yearned to act on them. Not until Will entered my life like a storm I wasn’t prepared for.

Since he has come into my world, that desire to submit myself to him... to be his... is growing stronger. My mind just doesn’t stop. It keeps visualising all the dirty things I want him to do to me, like him tying me in different positions, spanking me, not letting me cum, and making me beg for him.

God! Those images make me so damn wet, every fucking time they flash through my mind.

I don’t know how to stop it. I don’t know how to control my growing desire for him. It’s so hard.

But no matter how deep these cravings run, I can’t give in to them.

He is my fucking student. How can I even think of having a physical relationship with him? It's wrong. So damn wrong.

Unethical and dangerous.

Yet, the more I try to stay away, the harder it becomes to breathe.

Will hasn’t spoken a word to me since that day. But that doesn’t mean he’s keeping his distance.

No. He’s making things harder for me.

He won’t stop looking at me like he owns me. As if he already knows what I look like beneath this professional façade. His eyes, filled with hunger, burn through me during lectures. The way he drops those double-meaning comments so casually, so shamelessly, while keeping that cocky smirk on his face like he knows exactly how they make me feel.

And every time he winks at me from the back of the class, it sends a shiver through my entire body.

He’s driving me insane.

He has to stop.

Or maybe I have to stop.

Because I’m not sure how long I can keep pretending I don’t want him. How long I can pretend that my body isn’t yearning for his touch.

But I can’t fall into this trap. I’ve worked too hard to build this life, this career, this respect. If anyone finds out, it won’t just be my job on the line, it’ll be everything.

Still… my fantasies are mixing with reality, making it harder to tell what’s real and what’s not.

Every night, when I close my eyes, I don’t only dream of control. I dream of submission.

And Will… Will is always the one who owns me in those dreams.

God help me.

Because if he comes near me again…

I’m not sure if I’ll be able to say no.

***

In the morning, I step into the college campus, forcing myself to wear a composed expression. Like every day, I tell myself I’ll focus on work, on my lectures, on staying away from the one person who seems to exist solely to drive me crazy.

The college is buzzing with energy. The annual fest is this evening, and everywhere I look, students are decorating halls, setting up stages, adjusting lights and music systems.

The students are everywhere, laughing, running around, setting things up. I smile at a few of them, greet a couple of colleagues, but can’t take that boy with grey eyes out of my mind. Somewhere, my eyes are searching for him.

I walk toward the main building, trying to focus on the lecture I have to take in thirty minutes, when my gaze drifts to the garden.

Shit!

And there he is.

Will.

He’s standing with his friends, helping them lift boxes of props and decorations. He’s laughing at something Jack says, his eyes squinting under the sunlight, and his hair is messy and damp with sweat.

And then, he grabs the hem of his T-shirt and pulls it off before tossing it to the side.

I freeze.

A soft gasp escapes me before I can stop it.

Oh God.

His body…

It is toned, muscular, sculpted like he was carved by sin itself. His abs are defined, hard, gleaming with sweat. His biceps flex as he stretches back lazily. His broad chest rises and falls as he breathes.

Damn.

He looks like a fucking Greek god.

My thighs clench, and I grip my handbag tighter as my eyes drag over every inch of his torso—his chest, his abs, the V-line that disappears into his jeans. My hands ache to feel it. To touch him. To taste him.

And for a full minute, I just stand there, staring.

Openly. Shamelessly.

Until it hits me.

What the hell am I doing?

I’m standing in the college garden, ogling my student. My student. Like a thirsty teenager who’s never seen a shirtless man before.

I snap out of it with a jolt and glance around to make sure no one noticed, my cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

Shit.

Scolding myself, I quickly turn and walk into the building, heart racing like I’ve just been caught doing something illegal.

Which, technically, I almost was.

What the hell is wrong with me?

But it’s not my fault entirely. I mean, come on. Look at him. He’s insanely hot. That kind of body takes effort. Hours at the gym, discipline, focus. And every second of that hard work is visible all over his chiselled frame. How the hell is any woman supposed to ignore that?

Not when he moves like that.

Not when his skin glistens like it’s begging to be touched.

Not when he exists with that much… confidence.

No one in their right mind would be able to take their eyes off him.

As I walk through the corridor, trying to distract myself, the image of him standing shirtless under the sun keeps flashing in my mind like a goddamn loop. My palms feel sweaty, and my thighs clench as I try to suppress the twitch between them.

Fuck!

You’re a professor, Iva. Pull yourself together.

But no matter how hard I try, my thoughts keep slipping back to him.

To his bare chest. To the way his muscles flexed when he laughed. To how easily he makes me forget what’s right and what’s wrong.

And deep down, I know this is only the beginning of the storm.

Because tonight, during the fest… We’ll both be in the same place.

And with the tension already running this high… I’m not sure I’ll make it through the evening without doing something I’ll regret.