Her Professor's Forbidden Claim

SIENNA'S POV “Come in” He gestured for me to step in.I did, the door clicked shut behind me and the room drowned out the hallway noise. It was just us now. The hotel room smelt like expensive leather and fancy cotton sheets, with tall glass windows that gave a glittery view of the city. While I was up there about to do something irreversibly stupid. My heartbeat was so loud, I could have sworn he could hear it from across the room.I stood near the foot of the bed. I hadn’t planned to end up here, I just walked into that bar after another fight with Dad about the engagement date getting moved up, I ordered something strong, and this guy looked at me like I was the only person in the room. The next thing I knew we were in the elevator, with our hands roaming everywhere, our lips entwined and now we were here.He leaned against the wall by the window, with his shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, and one ankle crossed over the other like he had all night to wait for me.His hair wa

SIENNA'S POV The whole lecture felt like a fever dream I couldn’t wake up from.Professor Thorne Elias started the class as if there was nothing wrong. He kept a steady pace as he taught about forbidden desire in literature, power dynamics and the way characters destroy themselves chasing what they can’t have.It felt more to me like every word was arrowed at me, heck this entire topic was a bullet aimed at me. I sat there frozen, my notebook was open but my pen wasn't moving. I pressed my thighs together under the desk as flashbacks of last night came running through my mind.Every time he moved to the front, his sleeves rolled up which caused his forearms to flex, I flashed back to those same arms pinning me down, his mouth on my neck, his cock deep inside me. I was cooked, completely cooked.How did this even happen? One reckless night to feel free, and the universe laughed and gave me my fiancé as my professor. I kept replaying it—bar, elevator, hotel, his tongue between my le

Sienna's povI didn't know how long I stared at the picture but I paused for a while, a sigh escaping my lips. I had missed her but it seemed like her disappearance didn't want to be discussed. After placing the picture back where I found it, I strolled back to the balcony only to see him.I paused, my face turning pale but I guess he didn't need to look my way to know where I was. “The evening seems nice isn't it?" I swallowed. Two weird encounters and now he was here again. What did he really want from me?"Yeah, yeah it is.” I tried so hard to ease the tension that burned between us, or maybe me because I was felt hot just because of his presence.“And you're my fiancée now right?" He asked again, making a lump form in my throat. I felt my nerves tense so I kept shut for some time. "I guess so.” He finally stopped leaning on the railings then turned towards me. There was this look in his eyes that made me freeze."No please, not here. What if someone catches us?” I said inwa

Sienna's pov. That evening, I snuck out of the house. My heart drummed but I ignored it. I knew I had to face him once and for all and that was what I intended to do. I hailed a cab and once I got in, I relaxed, rehearsing the lines I intended to tell him. I had to make sure they sank in well enough so he won't ever try to fuck me in public ever again. Arriving at his house, I felt my stomach tie into a knot. My breath ran short and I felt the air around me tense. “Come in," I heard his voice and I swallowed. I had a feeling this talk was going to end the other way but I didn't want it to so I took a deep breath and walked into the house only to see him seated with a glass of champagne in his hand and an empty glass on the table. "Oh, you're early. I expected you'll be here but not right now. Did you really miss me that much?” I furrowed my brow and didn't understand what he really expected from me. “I didn't." My tone was void of any emotions. “I actually came here

Sienna's povFear gripped me. My heart drummed hard and I tried to compose myself because I didn't seem to get him well enough.Maybe I was wrong, maybe I wasn't, but there was definitely something wrong. “I don't understand what you're trying to say professor." "What I'm trying to say is simple but we can't talk about it here. Let me have your contact info and I'll talk to you about it later." My heart skipped a beat and I felt it drop to my stomach. Why did I have a feeling that whatever it was, it would end up being worse than I imagined. “Here, insert your number." He grabbed his phone and stared at me in the eyes for a few seconds before extending it to me. I nodded, taking the phone with shaky hands. I didn't know what he wanted, but I was sure his intention wasn't pure enough.I dialled my number, passing the phone back to him. “That will be all, you may go." I swallowed, not wanting to waste time. I knew that there was a lot of things off. I walked towards the door and