Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 134133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 671(@200wpm)___ 537(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 671(@200wpm)___ 537(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
I can feel the anger beneath his calm as he talks about this, but it’s not directed at me. My defenses lower when I realize he’s not attacking me—I’m not sure he would ever attack me, really—but Professor DeMarco.
“I know you don’t like him, and I get it. If I saw him the way you do, I wouldn’t either. But I truly don’t think he was trying to sleep with me. I was very confused when I got that note that I thought was from him, but was obviously from you. He told me I could come to office hours on campus if I ever needed to talk, but that’s quite a stretch from inviting me to his house, to his bedroom.”
“He hadn’t gotten there yet,” he says tightly. “He doesn’t know you the way I do, and he doesn’t want to get caught doing the slimy shit he does. He would have moved carefully to feel you out before he escalated things.”
“I really don’t think—”
“I don’t want to talk about him anymore. On Monday, you’ll be transferring out of his class. There’s another professor—a female one—who teaches the same class at a different time. I checked your schedule, and there are no conflicts.”
My jaw drops open. “You can’t just—”
“Yes, I can,” he states slowly and deliberately, a flash of malice in his gaze. “If you object to transferring out of his class, I’ll deal with this much more aggressively and see that he never teaches anywhere ever again.”
Silvan doesn’t usually cut me off when I’m speaking, but he just did it twice, so he really must be getting annoyed. He’s also issuing threats now, and while I like the class with the teacher I’m taking it with… I know Silvan made that video last night, and I’m not totally sure how he would use it to get Professor DeMarco fired, but I do believe he would.
“Okay. Fine. I’ll switch classes. I just… I have more questions. Not about him, but… about last night.”
Before I can ask them, a waitress shows up at our table with a bouncy ponytail and a big smile. “Hey, guys. Sorry about your wait. I’m Bethany and I’ll be taking care of you today. Can I get you started with some drinks?”
I glance up at her, then at Silvan across the table. He’s tense and we’ve been having such a nice day out, maybe now isn’t the best time to get into it.
“We can talk about it later,” I say.
Then, turning my attention to Bethany, I tell her I’d love a nice cold lemonade.
Chapter twenty-eight
Sophie
After a long, eventful day, I am beat.
Despite my technical role as his hostage, Silvan decides he doesn’t need to lock me in the escape room and leaves me alone in the bed to curl up and relax while he takes his shower. He had some stuff to deal with, so he let me shower alone tonight.
It’s a pretty comfortable kidnapping, and one I know ends when the weekend does, so I stay curled up in his bed and don’t bother trying to escape.
It’s crazy how comfortable I am here. I’ve certainly never been in any guy’s bed before but being in his feels oddly natural. His mattress is insanely comfortable, too. It’s hard to keep my eyes open when I’m nestled in its comfy warmth.
I must drift off while I’m lying there because one minute, I’m in bed alone and I can hear the shower in the next room. The next, there’s a warm body pressed against my back, pulling me close, and Silvan’s hand is splayed over my bare stomach.
He bought me night clothes while we were out today, but he didn’t give me any to change into after my shower. He likes me naked in his bed, and when his cock brushes my backside, I know he’s naked, too.
My heart starts to race, but I tell myself I knew this would happen.
If he didn’t fuck me once we were in bed for the night, I would have been stunned.
His big hand slides lower, pushing between my thighs so he can cup my pussy. I twist, but I’m still held captive by the strong arm he must have snaked under my body while I slept. It’s locked around my waist, keeping my body pulled flush against his.
He uses his fingers to spread my pussy open, then uses one to stroke my clit. The sensation is so sudden, I gasp and make a half-hearted attempt to wiggle away from him, but it's impossible with his firm grip on me.
"I've been thinking about touching this sweet little pussy since the moment I stopped," he rumbles in my ear. "I fucking love to touch you. To make you squirm with pleasure. To listen to you come." He moves away from the most sensitive spot to explore a little. He pumps his finger in and out slowly and steadily for several seconds before returning his attention to my clit.