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)
Her fingers trembled as she reached for the knob, and her knees threatened to give out as she stepped inside the professor's office. The silence overwhelmed her, and she found herself praying for strength as her heart raced in terror.
Saint M, look after me.
Diana let the door fall shut behind her even as she battled against the wave of paranoia threatening to drown her. Why was it so silent? Shouldn't the professor be snarling at her by now. or could he still be unaware of her presence?
Another unbidden memory invaded her mind, reminding her of the countless times her mother had demanded she wear more jewelry and less clothes.
It's the only way you'll get people to notice you. If not for being an heiress, you'd be nothing and always will—-
Diana's fists clenched involuntarily against her side as she shoved the thought away. She rarely thought of Esther Leventis these days, but it sadly made sense that she would suddenly start recalling the worst memories of her childhood. Anger and disappointment were the two only emotions Diana had inspired in her mother, and Professor Matthijs de Graaf kind of...
Oh! Right!
Cheeks turning red when she realized she had actually forgotten where she was and what she had come here for, Diana quickly lifted her head, intending to apologize, but then she saw...
She saw.
Oh, sweet heavens, what was this she was seeing?
The seconds ticked by, neither of them moving, her gaze glued to that one exposed part of his anatomy, his fingers still wrapped around...it.
And oh dear God, the things she were noticing about it.
It was so much thicker than she could have ever imagined, a lot longer than she thought was humanly possible, and it was so...well...angry-looking (just like its owner, Diana couldn't help thinking).
Look away. Stop staring. Leave.
All sensible courses of action, but Diana found it impossible to draw her gaze away, her shaking limbs refusing to move from its spot. He was just so very mesmerizing, and the lazy arrogance of his lounging form in the couch only made him seem larger than life, a living work of art with his blend of refined power and sensual magnetism.
A living work of art, who also happened to be incredibly aroused.
And that was when it struck Diana, an idea so tantalizing that it gave her the willpower to finally look away from his member and have her gaze climb the hard wall of his chest.
She just wanted, needed to see.
Just wanted to know if it could be...
Their gazes finally touched, and her breath caught as leonine eyes once again held her captive. No longer cold or enraged, the professor's gold eyes now glittered with heat.
The kind that craved. Combusted. Consumed.
And it was all for her.
Her mouth parted in an inaudible gasp.
The professor...wanted her.
The realization made her head reel, and the more Diana thought about it, the more her thoughts unraveled. She found herself backing away, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw the professor stiffen, a brief look of frustration crossing his gorgeous face, almost as if he was doing his best not to stop her from leaving.
Oh, if only.
Sexual tension pulsated in the air when she was back at the other end of the room, close enough to reach for the door knob from behind.
Close enough to still do the sensible thing.
Close enough to leave.
She saw the professor's lips tighten as she put one hand behind her back, and her heart began to drum.
Oh, Professor.
It's not what you think.
Diana saw the professor jerk upon hearing the telltale sound of the door being locked...by her.
She had been a good girl all her life, had always done what was expected of her and to never cause trouble.
But now...
Now...
She made a rather clumsy gesture towards the professor's member, saying haltingly, "That, umm..." Oh, this was hard. "That..." She wetted her lips and just went for it. "That's for m-me. Isn't it?"
Together
THE PROFESSOR WAS DONE fighting.
This girl might be his soul's downfall, but he no longer fucking cared. He watched her watch him, something he had thought she would be too shy to do, and if he had to admit the truth, it was simply one of the many things he never expected from her.
He had expected her to cry out and run away at the first sight of his dick, but instead she had done the exact fucking opposite and even went on to lock the door like an eager accomplice. He had expected her to disappoint him by saying something trivial (oh, Professor, what are you doing?), but instead...ah God, instead...
That's for me. Isn't it?
"And if it is?" His voice was carefully controlled, his gaze narrowed but unreadable. "What then?"
Diana swallowed hard. The ball was back on her court again, and she should've expected it from him.
As for his question...
The answer was on the tip of her tongue, but a sudden attack of insecurities made Diana hold the words back. What if she were to say them, and he ended up laughing?