SIENNA'S POV I stood still, lost in the middle of the class with no clue how to cut out of my thoughts. The topic the professor asked about wasn't new to me, in fact, it was like my favourite nursery rhyme, “Old Macdonald”— too familiar. Yet, I couldn't say a word, not when Soren was there, seated like a king in his throne, his ocean eyes boring into my soul. My knuckles were red from too much fisting and fidgeting. My head spun, my senses escaped me. His lips— they curled up just like every other time he had scorned me, and when he flashed me that smile, I saw hell in his eyes. Not ‘hell, hell’. Just me in his bed, my wrists handcuffed to the headboard, him between my thighs never promising to be gentle. “Sienna Cruz.” Mr Rogers called. I blinked, my body jerking. My head snapped back at him. “Y—yes, Prof.” My voice sounded too low. Almost silent. I gripped the edge of the desk tightly. I felt it. That warm thick liquid. I clamped my legs together
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