Chapter 20 20
He suddenly seized the armrests of her chair and yanked it closer to him.
A sharp squeal burst from Sofía’s lips as her eyes widened in pure terror.
His long legs slid to either side of hers, trapping her completely as he leaned forward, caging her within the chair. His face hovered just inches from hers.
“What was Miguel saying to you when I walked into the classroom?” he demanded, venom coating every word.
Sofía clutched her bag tightly against her chest as if it were her only shield.
Her heart pounded wildly, racing like it was trying to escape her ribcage, while her mind screamed at her to run.
“Is he your friend?” Fernando growled harshly.
He couldn’t erase the memory of how that bastard Miguel kept looking at her legs.
Fernando was a man.
He knew exactly what another man’s gaze meant.
And that fucker wanted her.
The thought ignited a dangerous rage inside him.
The bastard would die by his hands.
“Stop!” Sofía cried out suddenly.
Her soft voice snapped him back to reality.
He realized just how close his face had moved toward hers.
She had told him to stop.
So innocent.
So naïve.
As if he would listen.
Her eyes remained lowered, fixed on her lap, while her fingers clenched the bag so tightly her knuckles turned white.
She was terrified of him.
And maybe it made him twisted… maybe it made him sick…
But he liked her fear.
“What is Miguel to you?” he asked again this time his voice unnervingly calm.
She peeked up at him through thick lashes.
“N-no one,” she whispered softly.
Just a hint of gentleness from him and she crumbled so easily.
Fernando studied her like a predator watching prey.
His icy green eyes burned into her delicate face.
Her intoxicating scent tempted him toward sin, but he forced himself to restrain the urge.
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
The question had haunted him for days.
Her wide blue eyes snapped up in shock.
Disbelief washed across her face.
The poor girl would face many shocks in the future.
When she remained silent, still staring at him, he hummed low in his throat, urging her to answer.
“T-that’s n-none of y-your concern,” she muttered weakly.
Inside, she wanted to sound angry.
He lifted a thick brow, daring her to keep refusing.
When she didn’t answer
He jerked her chair closer again.
Her breath hitched violently.
Her eyes widened even more.
She flinched back.
His face was so close now she could see the hazel flecks swirling inside his green eyes.
His masculine cologne surrounded her, making her dizzy.
Still, he didn’t stop moving closer.
Every nerve in her body trembled like a leaf in a storm.
Finally, she broke.
“No!”
Her eyes squeezed shut before she opened them again, gaze dropping to his broad chest.
“N-no… I d-don’t have a boyfriend,” she whispered.
Silence fell between them.
Only her shaky breathing filled the room.
Relief surged through Fernando.
Good.
She was single.
Otherwise, some poor man would already be dead.
CLAIM HER!
The savage voice of Hunter roared in his head.
His jaw clenched hard.
Not yet!
he snapped back internally, fighting his instincts.
Her trembling voice reached him.
“W-why are y-you doing this?” she whispered, tears glazing her eyes.
She looked seconds away from breaking.
“What… what do you want?” she asked, trying to sound brave.
But he could hear the fear.
See the fragile girl beneath the act.
“You,” he growled.
Her eyes widened in shock.
Her heart thundered wildly while cold fear rushed through her hands.
“W-what?” she breathed.
He tilted his head slightly.
For a split second, his eyes glowed faintly golden.
She blinked in disbelief.
Was she imagining it?
“I want you,” he rasped darkly.
Fear exploded through her body.
Was he serious?
Did he even hear himself?
Something snapped inside her.
“You’re my teacher!” she screamed angrily.
For a brief second, he looked stunned.
Then amusement flickered followed quickly by rage.
How dare she speak to him like that?
His alpha pride flared.
Power poured from him like an invisible wave.
Suddenly the air felt thick heavy with dominance.
It pressed against her, commanding her to submit.
To bow.
But she wouldn’t.
“You’re m-my teacher!” she insisted desperately.
“But I’m a man,” he replied calmly.
The words made her stomach twist with fear and disgust.
That was why she hated men.
The takers.
The destroyers.
A bitter memory flashed through her mind.
Not now, Sofía!
“This is wrong!” she spat with hatred.
His brows knitted together sharply.
Disrespect was something he despised.
“I don’t give a flying fuck,” he hissed.
Her breath caught.
What kind of teacher even spoke like that?
“I’ll report you to the police,” she threatened.
His jaw hardened.
“You wanted to complain before,” he mocked. “And look where that got you. Your scholarship hanging by a thread.”
Her stomach churned violently.
Her chin trembled.
This was blackmail.
Pure and cruel.
“Let me go,” she whispered.
Though he wanted far more, he decided to stop.
He leaned close to her ear, his hot breath brushing her cheek.
“Go, Ana,” he rasped darkly. “But behave next time.”
“Because my punishments are far worse.”
A cold shiver raced down her spine.