Chapter 7

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 to talk with you because… I feel like we're going too far."

“Mmm hmmm." He picked the empty glass and started to pour champagne into it until it was almost at the brim before he finally placed the bottle back at the table.

“I mean, I know we did it once, then at school, but we shouldn't. It's wrong and–”

I trailed off when I noticed he placed the glass tapping on the seat next to him.

"Are you even listening?”

He raised his head, but simple sipped on the champagne in his hands then he observed the glass before placing it down.

I ignored and decided to keep talking. I mean it wouldn't hurt for me to try right? Besides, I was sure he listened.

"So I'm telling you that having sex all over the place isn't something we should be doing. You're my lecturer and I'm, I'm your student. We aren't even supposed to fuck in your office.” I palmed my face. Letting those words out of my lips didn't feel right, but I guess I had to do it anyway to pass my point.

He exhaled, crossing his legs, but still didn't utter a word to me.

I remained silent just for a few seconds, watching him keenly before I continued.

"I don't want to have to keep repeating this. You have to be the serious one here.”

He titled his head. "Serious?" He scoffed then picked up the second champagne glass, moving steadily to where I sat.

“You should ease up a bit. I know there's a lot on your shoulders. Here, have a drink."

He stretched his hands out, offering the champagne and when I hesitated to he sighed.

“Come on, have a drink and we can talk over it.”

I glared at him but finally ended up taking the champagne off his hands.

“Good, now could start all over? I didn't get what you were saying earlier."

I gasped. "What, you weren't listening?!” I screamed at the top of my lungs and angrily placed the glass on the table.

"I don't want this anymore. I don't want to be your fuck mate, not until we are–”

I stood up but he followed immediately and was suddenly standing in front of me. My heart drummed and I felt a bit too worried. When I tried to step back he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"No, let me–”

He shut me up with a kiss, his tongue wrapping around my as he pulled me close. I tired to resist, my hands banging his chest before my hands lost their strength.

"Uhhh…" I moaned and I felt his smirk. He was smiling so hard that I felt he was mocking me.

He kissed me, pinning me to the couch. Why did he always do this to me?

Why did he always find the most awkward place to make love to me?

I swallowed, feeling scared. I wanted him because for some reason I was wet but at the same time, I didn't want it to happen.

"You have to stop, I, we can't keep doing this. We have to…”

I felt his dick press against my buttocks and I moans again.

He didn't waste time. He rushed to strip me of my clothes before he made me bend over.

"Fuck you're so wet…”

I moaned in response, trying so hard to not get attached to his touch, but I was already a slave. I didn't know what else to do. I was a slave to him and there was nothing I could do.

“Fuck!" I screamed when I felt his tip rubbed my core. I tired to push him away, but what happened next shocked me to my bones, he pushed inside of me.

"Oh please, please don't…”

He didn't give me a chance and started to fuck me mercilessly. Maybe he was trying to give me a hint. Maybe he was trying to explain to me who was in charge. All I knew was that we were having rough sex.

"Ugh fuck you bitch!”

I didn't even mind what he called me, I just wanted to cum badly. I wanted him to touch me so bad.

"Oh, mmm, I'm about to–”

One last thrust from him and I felt my body go numb. Warm liquid trailed out of me. He grabbed my shoulders tight, groans leaving his lips as he also enjoyed the bliss of release.

Silence reigned as we both laid there, but I felt there was more. The silence was awkward and there was definitely something he wanted to say to me.

As I thought, he inched close, his body towering over mine and his lips now close to my ears.

“You said you wanted us to stop right, Do you still want that?"

I turned to him, still trying to steady my breath. What was I supposed to respond to him now?