Chapter 3

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 legs, the way I moaned for him and now he was standing there lecturing like he hadn’t made me cum twice in a row.

My stomach twisted in horror, I felt like I was going to throw up or combust. Or maybe do both.

He asked questions around the room, it was something about symbolism in forbidden love stories. Most people answered as their hands went up, but me—I stayed silent with my head down, praying he wouldn’t look my way.

But unfortunately for me, he did.

He flipped open the register, scanned it, and lifted his eyes.

“Sienna Harlow.”

My name hit like a gunshot, but my brain short circuited, so I couldn't answer. I just froze in my seat.

He said my name again and this time it was louder. “Sienna Harlow.”

I startled back to reality, my pen flew off the desk and clattered to the floor. I lunged to grab it, half-slipped out of my chair and hit the ground with a thud.

The whole class erupted in laughter.

There were snickers, giggles, and a few “oh shit” whispers.

My face was as red as a tomato as I scrambled back up and grabbed my pen in embarrassment.

Elias didn’t laugh.

His face stayed neutral, but his eyes—those damn eyes, they held a feeling that looked like amusement or heat. I couldn’t tell which was it.

“Are you with us, Miss Harlow?” he asked in a professional tone.

“Y-yes,” I stammered. “I’m sorry sir.”

He nodded once. “Good. Then answer the question. How does the forbidden aspect amplify the desire in the text we’re reading?”

I swallowed because my brain was completely blank at this point. “It… it makes it more intense? Because you know you shouldn’t, so you want it more?”

A few people murmured in agreement and he looked at me a little longer.

“That is correct,” he said. “The prohibition creates the tension, while the risk makes it addictive.”

He paused. “See me in my office after class, Miss Harlow. We’ll discuss your participation.”

The class oohed softly. Eden elbowed me under the table with a mischievous grin. “Damn, girl. First class with the hot prof and you’re already in trouble.”

I forced a weak laugh. “Shut up.”

The class went by quickly after that. Every minute felt like an hour. He kept teaching but I could barely fathom anything.

My mind was screaming. See me in my office after class, I'd be alone with him. What the hell was I going to say?

The bell rang and everyone packed up quickly. Eden stood up and slung her bag over her shoulder. “You coming to the cafeteria for lunch?”

“I… have to see him,” I mumbled.

She raised an eyebrow. “Already? Girl, you work fast.”

“Shut up,” I hissed again.

She laughed and left with the crowd. I lowered my head and tried to slip out with them. I was this close to the door when he called me out again.

“Miss Harlow.”

I froze and turned slowly. Everyone else had gone, so we were the only ones left in the room.

He stood at the podium and crossed his arms while watching me.

“My office,” he said. “Now.”

There was no escape for me.

I walked over, but my legs felt like lead. He didn’t say anything else except turning to head out. While I followed helplessly behind him.

His office was down the hall, it was big and neat. There were books everywhere. A wide mahogany desk and two luxurious looking arm chairs for visitors. He shut the door behind us and locked it.

Then he turned to lean against the desk, and his arms were still crossed.

“Sienna.”

Hearing my name from him again sent heat straight between my legs.

“Professor Thorne,” I said. “Elias.”

He exhaled through his nose. “You were distracted this morning.”

“I panicked.”

“I noticed.” His eyes dropped to my lips, then back up. “You couldn't respond to my questions properly.”

“I didn’t know what to say. I still don’t.”

He stepped closer. “Then let me say it. Last night wasn’t a mistake. I wanted you and I still do.”

“You’re my professor. And my fiancé. This is insane.”

“Is it?” He closed the distance until I had to tilt my head back to look at him. “You came so hard for me last night, twice if I had to remind you. You begged for more and that wasn’t insane. That was real.”

“It was a one night night stand. A mistake meant to happen once, we can’t do this,” I whispered. “Not here.”

“Why not?” He lifted his hand and brushed my cheek, then slid to the back of my neck. “The door's locked, class is over and no one’s coming.”

His thumb stroked my pulse point.

“I’ve been hard since I saw you walk in today,” he murmured. “Thinking about how wet you got for me. How you tasted, how tight you felt around my cock.”

I whimpered as he leaned into me, his lips hovering over mine. “Tell me to stop.”

I didn't push him away. Instead, I grabbed his shirt and pulled him down and our lips crashed together.

He groaned and moved his hands down my waist, he lifted me onto the desk, scattering the papers. But he didn't seem to care.

He spread my legs apart and slipped his fingers into my pants until his fingers found my thong and pushed it aside.

“You’re soaked again,” he muttered against my lips. “Always so fucking ready for me.”

He slid two fingers and I gasped, throwing my head back.

He pumped in slowly, rubbing my clit at the same time. “You want this?”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Please.”

He kissed my neck and sucked on the mark he left last night. “Good girl.”

He curled his fingers again and hit my g-spot. I moaned loudly.

He pulled my pants all the way off and stepped back just enough to unzip his pants. His cock sprang out and he quickly pulled a condom from his drawer and rolled it on.

Then he was between my legs, nudging my entrance, the head of his cock pressed against me.

I gasped and gripped the edge of the desk. “Elias—”

“Shh,” he whispered and covered my mouth. “Quiet, baby. The walls are thin.”

He pushed inside me slowly—inch by inch, stretching me open again. The burn was so good I bit my lip hard. When he bottomed out, his hips flushed against mine and we both groaned.

“Fuck, you feel even better than last night,” he muttered. “So tight. So wet for your professor.”

He started moving again, slow thrusts at first, pulling almost all the way out, then sliding back inside and deeper each time. I wrapped my legs around him and dug my heels into his ass to pull him closer.

“Harder,” I breathed against his palm.

He obliged and sped up his thrusts. The desk under us creaked and papers fell to the floor. His hand left my mouth and went down to rub my clit in circles.

“Cum for me again,” he growled. “Let me feel you squeeze my cock.”

I came immediately, muffling my moan into his shoulder, I clenched around his dick harder as waves of pleasure crashed through me and my wetness coated us both.

But he didn't stop there. He flipped me around and bent me over the desk, with my ass up, one hand on my hip and the other still on my clit. He thrusted in from behind, going a deeper angle, hitting my g-spot over and over again.

“Fuck—yes—” I gasped.

“You like that?” He asked as he kept pounding into me. “You like your fiancé fucking you in his office?”

“Yes—don’t stop—”

He pounded harder and slapped my ass cheek once. Then again and again.

“Come one more time,” he ordered. “Then I’ll fill you.”

I came again, my second orgasm in a row. He groaned and kept fucking me through it.