Professor Lee.

I read his name on his office door over and over again, my palms becoming sweatier by the second. I shouldn't have come here, but I couldn't stop myself. I wanted to prove to myself that Callum Lee, my professor, didn't really like me. What happened between us was nothing more than a measly hookup. If I told him I was transferring out of his class, then he would shrug his shoulders and say that he didn't care.

Though... I should've come during his office hours while there were other students around. Not now, when the halls were emptying out and Professor Lee was probably alone behind this door.

When I went to knock, I stopped myself. What if he wasn't alone and was with another student, like Jasmine, doing to her what he had done to me yesterday? If I walked in on that or interrupted him and saw someone else, I would—

"Thank fuck," Professor Lee said from behind me.

My eyes widened, and I twirled around. Lee stood at the end of the hallway, releasing a heavy breath, with his large shoulders slumped forward and creases in his forehead. At the sight of him, I swallowed hard and stepped out of the way of his office.

I didn't know what to say, or how to say it, or if I should say anything.

So, I just stood there with my book held to my chest and my heart thumping against my rib cage. He stalked closer to me, his brown eyes intensifying by the moment. When he reached me, he unlocked his office door and nodded for me to walk into the room.

"We need to talk."

After scurrying into the room like some sort of prey, I stood by his door awkwardly. He walked around his desk and sat down, his jaw clenched but his stare never leaving mine. "Where were you during class, Ms. Benton?"

"Ms. Benton?" I asked, suddenly taken aback.

He tightened his fists on the table. "Answer my question."

"No. I don't have to tell you where I was. It's not like you'd care anyway," I said, anger and jealousy rushing through me. "Not when you have Jasmine in your class now. I'm surprised that you even noticed I was gone."

When his fists came down hard on the desk, I jumped. He stood, looming over the place he had knelt between my legs last night and tasted me. "Of course, I noticed that you were gone, Bria. Where were you? Why didn't you tell me that you weren't coming to class?"

Reeling and hurt, I stared at Professor Lee. "Why did you tell me to leave last night?"

Professor Lee tensed, the anger slowly fading from his face. After unclenching his fists, he set them by his side and sat back down, sighing through his nose. "Bria, it's not that simple. I..."

"It's okay," I said. "That's not what I came here to talk about, anyway. I wanted to tell you that I'm..." I sucked in a deep breath and parted my lips. The first few times, no words came out, but then I finally forced myself to say it. "I'm switching out of your class."

All softness in his expression fell, dark brows furrowing together angrily. "No."

"I've already emailed my advisor and told her that I'm switching into Wallace's class."

Lie.

I hadn't emailed my advisor yet. I had the email open on my laptop but hadn't been able to actually click the send button. Truth was, I didn't want to leave Lee's class. I'd do anything to stay, but—this was so stupid, because Professor Lee didn't even like me like that—but seeing him with Jasmine made me so angry. I couldn't do that every day.

Hell, I was a freshman in college. I should be enjoying my life, not getting anxiety over a crush that would go absolutely nowhere. It was forbidden for me and him to even do what we did.

So, I turned on my heel, away from an angry Professor Lee, and walked toward the door. Every step was harder than the last, my legs physically becoming heavier by the moment. I couldn't understand it for the life of me why I was so drawn to him, but I didn't stop walking. I made it all the way to the door, turned the handle, and opened it only a few inches.

Professor Lee smacked his large, calloused hand across the door, snapping it shut, and shoved me against it, his nose trailing up the side of my neck and his warm breath sending chills down my spine.

"You're not leaving me," Lee growled into my ear. "You're mine."

My breath hitched, pussy clenching at his words.

You're mine.

Two little words that made me feel all sorts of things that I really shouldn't.

"You're not walking out of here without me making your pussy fucking cry all over my fingers," he said, teeth grazing against my neck.

Before I could react, Callum Lee shoved two fingers into my pants and between my pussy lips, rubbing my wet, aching, and needy cunt. I dug my fingers into the door until they turned white and bit my lip to hold back my whimpers. It was all so sudden and so quickly that the book, Legend of Lycaon, slipped from my hands and onto the ground.

Professor Lee tensed, then kicked it under his bookcase, fingers slipping inside of me so quickly that it was almost inhuman. Every time his fingers entered me, my pussy made sloppy wet sounds for him and tightened even more.

"I want to be inside of you so bad," he growled against me, his teeth gliding against my neck.

I clenched and spread my legs even wider, arching my back. "Please, Professor, please, fuck me. It's all I have been able to think about these past few days. I... I've touched myself one too many times thinking about you inside of me."

A monstrous sound exited his throat, his hands becoming rougher by the moment. I went to turn around, but he held me in place, rubbing and fucking my pussy raw with his fingers until my juices actually started running down my thighs.

Wanting to touch him, I reached behind me to place my fingers on his cheek, dragging them through his thick facial hair and down his lips. He growled, grinded his cock against me from behind, and rubbed my clit. I drew my fingers against his bottom lip, the side of my pointer finger gliding against his teeth which were elongated, so large and thick and came to a point sharp enough to break skin.

My breath hitched again, and I went to turn around to see what it was, but Callum held me in place. "Don't move," he said, breathing heavily against me and slipping his fingers into my pussy, bicep flexing against my side.

The pressure rose in my core; I was so close to orgasming by him. This wasn't as good as last night—when he had his mouth on my cunt and his beard decorated with my juices—but, gosh, it was this fucking amazing.

"Kiss me," I breathed, wanting to feel more of him all over me.

"I can't," he said tensely.

"Please."

"No," he growled.

Though I was so close and I wanted it so bad, I... I didn't understand this. I didn't know what he wanted from me. He said that he wanted to fuck me, but didn't want to kiss me. He said that he didn't regret last night, but now he didn't even want to look me in the eye.

Anger rushing through me, I shoved myself off the door and twirled around. Professor Lee growled louder this time, the sound so inhumane that it both scared me and made me clench, and turned around to face his desk.

"What is wrong with you?" I asked, brows furrowed together. "Why don't you want to see me?"

Professor Lee placed his hands on his desk, every muscle flexing through the back of his shirt. "Bria, it's not that I don't want to see you."

"Then why can't you turn around and face me?" I asked, brows furrowed together and heart pounding inside my chest. "Why can't you look me in the eye after what happened between us last night? If you didn't regret it—"

"I don't regret it," Lee said harshly, the wooden desk snapping under his fingers. "Stop saying that."

"No!" I crossed my arms over my chest, on the verge of tears because I was tired and upset.

I shouldn't have flirted with him. I shouldn't have visited him during office hours. I shouldn't have let him eat me out last night. I was less than a week into college and I was fucked up over this man—over my damn professor!—for no reason at all already.

Turning around, I faced the door and grabbed the handle. What was wrong with me? I wanted him so badly that it hurt me to leave; I didn't even have the damn strength to turn the knob and walk right out on him. I fucking wanted him, and it messed me up more than I thought it would.

Another moment passed. Lee shuffled behind me, placed his hand on my waist and... pulled me closer to him, pressing his nose to my neck and inhaling sharply. "I don't regret it, Bria," he whispered into my ear. "I would never regret you."

I stared at the door, hand tightening around the knob. "Then why?"

"I'm trying to protect you."

"Are you trying to protect me or protect yourself?" I asked, pressing my lips together.

If someone found out about us, he'd get in trouble too. He'd be kicked out of the school and wouldn't be able to teach anymore. He made it seem like this was all for me, but... but it was to protect his ass.

Before I could react, Callum Lee turned me around, took my face into his hands, and kissed me hard, really kissed me. I sucked in a breath, in shock, and found myself relaxing under his touch. When he pulled away from me, he rested his forehead against mine.

"I'd rather have you than keep my job, Bria." He pushed some hair behind my ear. "You're not leaving my class. You're going to show up every morning bright and early, so I can see this beautiful face of yours sitting in my front row. And you don't have a choice in that, Honey. You're mine."