Chapter 8 His Sexual Warning
Iva’s P.O.V.
“Did you change your mind, Professor?” As Will asks, his eyes gleam with anticipation.
Oh no. The way I pulled him into the empty classroom, of course he thinks I’ve finally given in to my desires.
But I haven’t.
I’m here just to warn him.
“Will, stop it. Stop looking at me like that. All the time. With that look,” I say, glaring at him.
The light in his eyes dims. “So you pulled me in here just to lecture me?”
I nod. “Yes. Because you need to understand that this can’t go on. I’m your professor—”
He leans closer, and my words die in my throat. His breath brushes against my skin, making me shiver.
He’s too close. Too dangerous.
“So, why were you ogling your student’s body this morning?” He asks, his voice deep and husky, his dark eyes glued to me.
My eyes widen slightly. Shit. He noticed it.
I look away, trying to think of something to say, something that won’t sound like a desperate lie. But before I can speak, he grabs my chin and tilts my face toward him.
“I know you feel the same, Professor. So stop pretending,” he says, looking deep into my eyes, his lips almost brushing against mine. “And maybe I would’ve backed off… if I hadn’t seen the same hunger in your eyes that burned in mine.”
“You’re delusional, Will. I don’t feel anything for you,” I lie, pushing him away.
He scoffs. “So you’re back to lying now? Even after I caught you staring?”
“Just leave, Will. It’s pointless trying to talk sense into you.” I turn around. “And stop staring at me in class, or I’ll report you to the dean,” I add, glaring at him over my shoulder.
“Ohh! I’m so scared, Professor,” he says sarcastically. I don’t have to turn around to see the smirk on his face. “You want me gone so bad? Then why does your body tell a different story?”
He walks up behind me so closely that I feel the heat of him at my back. My breath becomes heavy when I feel his hands on my waist, his mouth near my ear. “What if I don’t leave, Professor?” he asks hoarsely, making my entire body tremble.
Fuck! The way his proximity affects me.
“It’s wrong,” I breathe out, but my voice is already trembling with need.
“I don’t care,” he whispers, his hands sliding up my waist toward my chest. My body reacts before I can think. I like it. I like his touch. I hate that I do.
No. No, I can’t let this happen.
I push him away with all the strength I can gather and spin to face him, rage and lust colliding inside me both at the same time.
“You’re crossing the line, Will. You’re my student.” I snap at him.
He smirks darkly. “Desire doesn’t care about titles, Professor.”
Again, he moves closer, reaching for my arms, but I pull away and yell, “Fuck you! And fuck your desire!”
He pauses, staring at me in stunned silence like he’s trying to process every word I just said. Definitely, he wasn’t expecting that kind of language from me. But he crossed the line today.
“Does a professor use that kind of language?” he questions mockingly, raising an eyebrow. “Very bad. What will your students learn from you?”
That smirk.
God, I want to slap him and kiss him hard. Both at the same time.
Fuck! Stop it, Iva. How can you even think of kissing your student? You’re losing your mind.
I fold my arms across my chest, shooting him an angry look. “A professor has to speak this way with a shameless student like you. You’re the one crossing the line, Will.”
“I haven’t even started crossing the line yet, Professor. You have no idea what I really want to do to you.” His smirk widens.
“Just shut the fuck up and get out!”
He leans closer again, and this time his words shoot through me like fire. “Be careful what you say, Professor. Because next time, I won’t hesitate to bend you over this desk, stuff your own panties in your mouth to keep you quiet, and spank you until you scream.”
Fuck! My pussy twitches and pulses with his sexual warning. I clench my thighs together. I badly want him to do that. I fucking like it.
His eyes fall to the movement of my thighs—and he grins, triumphant. “You get turned on just from my words,” he says in a teasing tone.
Damn! Yes. But I hate myself for it.
“Please go, Will.” I request this time. It’s getting difficult for me to control myself now.
“I’m not in the mood to leave.” He drops on the chair, placing his feet on the desk, crossing his legs with maddening ease.
He looks so damn hot like this. Confident. Dominant. And it’s fucking killing me.
I need to get out of here before I do something I can’t undo.
“Fine. I’ll go.” I dash toward the door, frustrated. But just as I reach for the lock, his cold voice stops me.
“Don’t you dare unlock that door. If you walk out, I swear, everyone in this college will know about your little desire for me.” He warns, making me freeze in my place.
Is he serious? Why does every word of him is making me wet?
I turn to look at him slowly. “Are you kidding?”
His eyes are serious. His smirk is gone. “No. I’m dead serious.”
“What do you want from me?” I snap, so exhausted.
Why the fuck doesn’t he understand that it’s wrong to even think about having any kind of relationship between us?
“I already told you what I want, Professor.”
He rises from the chair and stalks toward me before pinning me between the door and his body, placing both hands on either side of my face. His proximity sends a shiver down my spine.
“I can’t give you what you want because I have a boyfriend.” My voice trembles as I lie.
Maybe he’ll stop after knowing this.
He laughs darkly. “You’re such a bad Professor. First, the filthy mouth. Now lying?”
Shit! He caught me.
“I’m not lying!”
“Yes, you are. Just admit it. Admit your desire.” He brushes his lips along my neck after moving my hair aside, sending an electricity directly between my legs. I clench my fists, trying to hold on.
“Don’t you feel anything?” he asks, dragging his lips near my ear. “When I get this close? When I touch you?”
My self-control shatters. I can’t lie to him any longer.
“Yes! I do!” I cry out. “I’ve wanted you since the day I saw you sitting on the desk, watching me with those dark eyes. I’ve never felt anything like this, not with anyone my age. You’ve been driving me insane.”
My eyes well up with tears because I’m consumed with immense emotions. “But it doesn’t matter, Will. It’s forbidden. It’s wrong. And I’m not that kind of woman.”
He looks at me, and something in his eyes softens.
Then, he steps back. “Fine. I won’t run after you anymore.”
His words stab into me.
Isn’t that what I wanted?
Why does it hurt like this?
He gestures for me to move aside. I do, slowly, silently, my eyes filled with hurt.
Why is it hurting me when what I want is finally happening?
He unlocks the door and walks out without looking back.
And I’m left standing there.
Shaking.
Wrecked.
Wanting more.