Chapter 4: The Lounge Girlfriend Or deal.

The knuckles of Nalia, who gripped tighter at the edge of the shabby armchair of the UCL study lounge, were white as she gazed at the shredded leather upholstery. She had eluded Adrian Volkov's morning lecture, which was a dreadful thing to do, but still the thought of his lips on her in the library was running through her veins, the intimate time they both had in his office, as the first discussion had become a clog on her brain; the thought of his lips on her, loathly agony between her thighs. She shouldn't be here. She was not to be anywhere within reach of him.

But fate, so it appeared, had other things in mind.

The door was pushed open, and Adrian came in, filling the small room with his presence as smoke does. The tailored navy suit, which seldom had been taken off his back, was there today, only it had something, hungry, it was, and piercing as a glance sealing them on her, like keen-edged tools going after the mark. Nalia's breath caught. She attempted to divert her eyes, to show that she did not take notice of anything, yet her physical reactions forsook her; her nipples stiffened under her thin cotton Gotha, and a glow overspread her face.

"Skipping class, Miss Mensah?" his voice was low and perilous, he said. The door behind him was shut, and the click was heard in the silence. "Tsk tsk. Disappointing."

Nalia rose with a stiff movement. I had... personal business to follow, Professor. Nothing that concerns you."

"Doesn't concern me?" Adrian moved forward his marking by clicking his shoes over the linoleum. "You skipped my lecture. You avoided me all week. And, yet, I can tell by smelling you move to the other side of the room. He stood up in front of her, and she did not have any choice but to tilt her head back to look at him, given his height. Nalia, are you afraid of what you feel? Tell me, Nalia? Or are you just afraid of me?"

It scares me, I thought and said, I am terrified at what this says. "You're my professor. This is wrong."

"Wrong?" Adrian said it again, with a cold smile on his lips. "Or just inconvenient? The reason is that, as Nalia, you wanted me to kiss you in that library. You begged I should touch you, in my office on our first meeting, you wanted me to be inside you longer, your body doesn't lie."

Nalia's stomach dropped. He was correct, and that horrified her still more than anything. "I.........."

"Shhh." Adrian stopped and touched a finger to her lips. His hand was so light, but it pulsed with electricity. "No more denials. I can see it in your eyes. The manner in which they are enlarging upon you. The manner in which your breath catches the closer I come. He bent close, and his breath was warmed on her ear. "You're wet for me, aren't you? I would consider a way to touch your skin with my hands, my cock inside you again.

Nalia gave a strangled gasp. She attempted to push him away, but he caught her wrists and nailed them up above her head on the shelf of books. His hand was not in a vice, and was not hurtful, a claim to power.

Let me get away, she said to herself, lowly.

"Why?" Adrian answered by brushing his lips against her jaw. "So, you can run away again? So, you may act like this is not happening? Nalia, we both know that's a lie. You want this. You want me more, and nothing will change the fact that I ate you, even when you try to ignore me." He pinched her earlobe, and Nalia whimpered, and her body arched on his. "See? Even now, you're begging for it."

"I'm not................."

A stab, more painful this time, and Nalia screamed out, and her hip went into his thigh. Adrian laughed, and his voice was very low and predatory. "Liar." Though he gave one of her wrists free, sliding his hand down to her breast and squeezing it all through her blouse. Your nipples are so hard, Nalia. Like little pebbles. Did you have a jerk off this week? Did you think of me? Did you think my hands were, not yours?

Nalia shook her head; yet the tears in her eyes will be real, not in pain, but in the huge agglomerate of shame and her desire. She disliked his clear views on her; she disliked her longing to look at him, disliked her longing to have him. And at a point regretting the time she let him in.

Respond, Nalia," muttered Adrian, and bent the piece of fabric at her nipple. Nalia pressed her back, and her back stiffened even more. "Did you think about me?"

Yes, yes, she said, I pulled the word out with my throat. "I thought about you. About your hands. About your mouth."

Adrian's smile widened. "Good girl." He bent over and kissed her with a brutal kiss, and his tongue was deep inside her mouth. Nalia had melted into him; her hands could be claws in his suit jacket as she kissed him, then her own wishes of her heart conquered her own better judgment. Neglecting her presentiment of the flavour of mint and darker decadence, the danger and temptation, she could not get enough of him, more and more.

They both were breathless when he broke the kiss. Adrian was with wide-blown pupils and a lustful look in his eyes. Take off your blouse, he said, in a rough voice.

I won’t be rough on my queen......  I promise this time I will do it longer and sweeter

Nalia was standing still with shaking hands. "Here? Now?"

Yes, I said, there is no mistaking that. "Right now. I want to see you. All of you."

Nalia put out her trembling hand to the top button of her blouse and slowly undid it. Adrian stood and stood and stared down at her hands as they stroked. When she had touched the final button, she dropped the blouse to the floor and was left with a plain white bra on.

Adrian's nostrils flared. Beautiful, he said to himself, and wanted to touch the lace rim of her bra. "So, fucking beautiful." He bent down and kissed the cleft between her breasts, and his hands were making their way over her sides and her stomach and her hips. Nalia moaned and her head fell back, and he sucked at her collarbone, which left a mark that could not be covered up.

"Adrian..." she sighed, and her voice was made pure with passion.

Gah, he said, forcing her against the bookshelf. "I'm in charge here, Nalia. Remember that." And he kissed her, again, this time more, biting her lip so severely that she tasted blood. Then he climbed up to her neck, sucking and biting, leaving a mass of bruises that would mark people who looked at her as his.

His hands reached out to his belt, and Nalia was fiddling with the buckle. He belonged to her she needed him more than she had ever needed. Adrian caught a glimpse of her, his fingers gripping her wrist and jerking her off. Never, not yet, he said, having a low, gravelly voice. "First, I want to hear you beg this time round."

"Beg for what?" Her heart stiffening, she heaved.

"For my touch. For my cock. To everything I shall do to you, this time round it's different. He bit her again, and this time she felt it to the spine. "Say it, Nalia. Tell me you want me."

I want you, she said, and that was painful to her throat. "I want you so bad."

The smile of Adrian was successional. "Good. Now, spread your legs."

Nalia compliance, and Adrian slipped his hand into her thigh force and recovered her pussy between her dress. She moaned, and her hips jerked against his palm. He spread her across the garment, rubbed his fingers around her clit till she was panting, until she was pleading.

"Please," she moaned. "Adrian, please..."

"Please, what?" he joked, and got two fingers into her panties and rubbed against her slit. "Please touch you? Please fuck you? Tell me exactly what you want."

Fuck me, she said in a cracking voice. "Please, Adrian. Fuck me now."

Adrian turned her round without any warning and slammed her into the bookshelf, face-first. He struck her legs in a way that pushed her skirt to expose her ass. Nalia could hear him snickering the zip of his jacket, and after another second, he was inside her-hard, fast, the fullness of him all in her.

"Oh god!" she screamed, the agony mingling with pleasure in being attacked by him. Adrian caught her hips and kept her there as he drove himself into her, his motion savage and merciless. The shelves that Nalia clawed with her nails, scraping wood, and wave after wave of ecstasy flashed through her.

His, Adrian grunted, and his voice had a constrained sound. "You're mine, Nalia. Say it."

I'm yours, she cried, and her walls are rounding him. "I'm yours."

That was all it took. Somehow Adrian, with a roar, penetrated her and poured in his seed. Nalia came seconds behind her, with her orgasm tearing in her, she can no longer breathe or speak, she is just floating and Boneless against the shelf.

As he jerked up, Nalia sank to the floor, like a leg sudden thing. Adrian waited until he had zipped up his pants, and then he fussed with his suit and grinned. "See? That's what you wanted. That's what you need, and am here to give it to you, my queen." He stretched out a hand and brought her to her feet. "Now, clean yourself up. We have a class to teach."

Nalia cast a glance at him, and her heart sank in her. She had just been having sex with her professor in a study lounge, and she had enjoyed it all. The shame was in conflict with desire, yet the recollection of his touch, his taste, his cock inside her... it was too much. Too good. Now twice intimate in her mind, and for this second time she had felt the heavens on her.

When Adrian walked away with her out of the lounge with his hand touching her back, under the small part, Nalia knew she was too deep. She couldn't escape him. She didn't want to. This was not the starting point, and she was already addicted.

And Adrian? He knew it. He could sense her submission at every snorting breath, at every half-inspecting look. She was his. Body, soul, and secrets. All of it, forever.