Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 234281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1171(@200wpm)___ 937(@250wpm)___ 781(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 234281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1171(@200wpm)___ 937(@250wpm)___ 781(@300wpm)
"Stand straight," the professor commanded thickly. "I want to see all of you."
Diana could feel her whole body blushing as she straightened to her full height. It felt deliciously sinful, having his eyes feast on her, and before she knew what she was doing, she was already reaching up to cup her own breasts.
"Fuck." The expletive came out in a hiss as the professor watched the girl start toying with her nipples.
Diana's mouth dried when she saw that the professor's hand had started moving.
Matthijs' gaze narrowed at her reaction. "You like seeing me pleasure myself."
"Y-Yes." It was pointless to deny this, with the way her body had started to writhe at the sight of his hand stroking his member. It was just the most fascinating sight, and when she saw his movements become jerky, her fingers instinctively mirrored his rhythm, plucking her nipples with undue haste.
The unfamiliar scent of arousal tinged the air as she saw the professor squeeze his eyes shut. He began to jack off, and her whole body tightened. His pleasure mingled with hers, her breath coming out in little gasps when she heard his breath turn short and choppy.
Oh God.
She watched the professor throw his head back, and she wanted to cry out with him.
And then he was coming.
Hard. Fast. Loud.
And it was beautiful.
Him
THE PROFESSOR WANTED to give himself a good, hard kick to the head.
With his dick finally finding respite, his mind was lucid again, and the enormity of his mistake had just hit him like a punch to the guts.
What the fuck had he been thinking?
His gaze strayed to where she stood, and the sight of her naked and smiling at him with innocence and optimism made Matthijs feel murderous with self-loathing.
Ah, if only one could kill himself without committing a mortal sin...
Turning away, he said brusquely, "Cover yourself, will you?"
Diana was stunned and confused, the callousness of the professor's words making her feel cheap and stupid. She could feel her eyes stinging at having to pick up her underwear from the floor, and getting dressed became an exercise of excruciating agony. She found herself scrambling for some sense of control as she slipped into her sweater.
Stay calm. Don't overreact. See if you've misunderstood.
But when Diana finally mustered the courage to meet his gaze, what she found had her feeling sick. His beautiful face was cold and unsmiling, but it was his eyes that sliced into her.
They were the eyes of a stranger, and bile rose to her throat.
No. It can't be. It just can't.
She couldn't have misread.
She couldn't have misjudged.
She couldn't have been such a fool.
"P-Professor?" Please. Please. Please.
It had to be a mistake.
What she saw - no, what she thought she saw...
It wasn't real.
It just had to be a mistake.
But hope continued to drain out of her as she watched the professor zip his pants and walk to his desk. He moved with languid grace, something she would've admired before, but now it just seemed like a vicious attempt to draw blood. He was deliberately making her wait as if it were to draw a point home.
And what point was that, Diana wondered numbly. Could it be that he had only been having fun with her because she had been so obviously infatuated with him?
Matthijs unfolded his length into his chair, his casual movement effectively masking his tension. He met her gaze, his lips twisting in a purposely crude smile even as his chest clenched at the brightness of her eyes.
"Your assistance was much appreciated, Ms. Leventis."
"M-My assistance?"
"I can only commend your willingness to go to such extraordinary lengths to keep your place in my class."
The insinuation behind his words finally became clear, and Diana felt faint.
"If you still wish me to be your adviser, I am of course at your dispo—-"
"Why are you being like this?" she whispered.
Dazed, dark eyes pleaded with him, but he hardened himself against the sight, burying his guilt under a sardonic expression. "Barring a possible episode of senility, but have I made you any promises that I've failed to recall?"
He waited for her to speak, but this time she was silent, and it was as he expected.
"In the interest of making things absolutely clear - what happened earlier was a one-off thing." He spoke with insolence that was as much an attack as a way to protect himself, and his reward-slash-punishment was the way she flinched.
Her eyes begged him to stop, but he couldn't.
Just fucking couldn't, not with parts of her heart still intact.
"I won't lie, Ms. Leventis. I find you extremely attractive, and I've been driving myself crazy wondering how you would look naked since the first time I saw you. Even so, I hadn't any plans to act on it...until you or rather this happened. Not that I'm complaining, of course. The whole thing was kinky as hell—-"