CHAPTER 3

Daniella's POV

“Professor Kent?” I called out softly but he remained put.

Was he the donor I was supposed to attend the private event with? Why did he look so terrifying yet so… beautiful?

The heat inside me was starting to grow even worse and I could feel my nipples hardening through my gown just by the way he stared at me from up there.

Something was wrong and I couldn't figure out what it was.

“You're Daniella?” His voice was rough as he spoke, sending tingles down my body and I unconsciously let out a shaky whimper.

What the hell was happening?

“I am.” I said softly, dropping my bag by the couch. “I had no idea you were the one I was supposed to meet—”

“You should leave.” He said, cutting me off and I frowned. I could see how tightly he gripped the railings as he looked like he was in discomfort.

And without realizing, I was taking steps forward.

“I promised to do my best today, Professor. And I can't break my promise to Gareth.” I muttered and his brows creased for a second as he looked like he was fighting with himself.

“You can't back out once I lose myself.” He said, and I didn't understand what he meant by that, but I forced that haziness out of my head and nodded.

Then he descended the stairs slowly until he was right in front of him.

Kent, the golden professor of the campus. Everyone wanted him. The most renowned professor even though I've been hearing rumors about him getting terrifying these days.

I didn't understand what was going on even as he approached me but I felt my knees weaken as he stared at me.

And he smelled so good.

As a student, I shouldn't even be near him like this because it could cause scandals. But I found myself stepping closer to him just to get a good whiff of him.

“You smell…” His voice drew me out of my thoughts and I wobbled just a bit. “... different.” He caught me by my waist, keeping me steady and it felt like my body was on fire.

His touch however was cool, making me lean against him instinctively.

“What is going on…?” I mumbled, unable to keep my thoughts together as the only thing I could think of was how my clit was throbbing with need.

My hardened nipples brushed over his chest and I whimpered before I could stop myself.

The next second, he placed his finger under my chin and made me look at him. I just knew that my face masked the exact expression on his face.

Desire.

And then he kissed me, turning my brain into mush as his tongue slid into my mouth, dragging a moan out of me. This wasn't supposed to be happening, I was supposed to be escorting him…

He grabbed my ass gently and then turned me around, grinding his bulge over my ass while he sucked and kissed my neck.

This was wrong… Gareth…

But I couldn't stop him. I was burning and he was obviously the only thing that could quench this heat.

“I haven't done this before…” He mumbled as he lay me gently on the couch, and I wanted to stop him, to push him away.

But instead, I pulled him closer.

“Me neither…”

“I'll be gentle.”

My dress was on the floor the next minute as he sucked on my tits so fervently that my body quivered with pleasure. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, I felt two fingers slide easily into my wet cunt and my moans echoed loudly as he fucked me with his fingers.

“Slow… Kent please… ah…” I moaned out, unable to control my voice as his fingers brushed over a sensitive spot.

I glanced down to see that he was hard as fuck and he looked big, making me worried.

“I won't hurt you.” He promised and I nodded gently, forgetting everything as he pulled out his fingers and then undressed.

He made me get on my knees and gently slid his cock in and out of my knees, his groans and grunts making me even wetter than before.

“Fuck… Daniella.” He groaned, thrusting into my mouth faster than usual until he suddenly pulled out. “Fuck. Get on the couch. On all fours.”

I moved like I was being controlled, getting on the couch and all fours like he said. Nothing else was in my brain. Just Kent and the fact that he was about to quench this heat inside me.

He slid in from behind, making me cry out softly in pain but to my surprise, he kissed my back gently, whispering words of encouragement to me.

“You're so fucking tight.” He whispered, pulling out before sliding back in again and the pain started to turn into pleasure.

He repeated that movement until he was buried deep inside me, stretching me out. Then he started to move in and out at a fast pace, my moans mixed with his grunts echoing through the large sitting room.

“F-fuck… you feel so good.” He groaned, grabbing my hair and slamming into me from behind while all I could do was cry out and moan in pleasure.

“O-oh fuck— Professor… y-yes…” I cried out as the sounds of our skin slapping wetly against each other echoed through the room.

“God, I'm so close…” He grunted and even though I didn't really know what that meant, I knew I was close too.

With a loud grunt, I felt something liquid move inside me as he held me right around the waist. Then he thrusted a few more times until I was trembling and crying out in pleasure from whatever energy just came out of me.

Then I collapsed against him and he didn't let me go.

But just when I thought that was the end, his voice drew me out of my head.

“We're not done, Daniella.”