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“I don’t want—”
“God, just look at you.” Professor Kammes’s hands slide down my arms before squeezing my breasts.
My blood runs cold. “What are you doing?”
“I want you, Athelia, and I think you want me, too.” He pulls my shirt up and slides a hand inside my bra so he can cup my breast. “Fuck, these are even more perfect than I imagined.”
I’m gripping the arms of the chair so tightly it’s painful.Push him away. Push him away and get the hell out of here.
But I don’t move. It’s like I’m frozen—stuck.
“Tell me you want me.” He kisses my neck, leaving behind a trail of saliva that makes me cringe.
“I don’t,” I whisper. “Please stop.”
He chuckles, and the sound is full of confidence. “Or what?”
“I’ll—I’ll go to the police.”
Professor Kammes squeezes my nipple. “I don’t think you will. And even if you do, no one will believe you.”
I squeeze my eyes shut as he yanks my bra up. He’s still standing behind me, and with his arms on my body, he’s basically caging me in. I’m pretty sure I could shove him off—my mind is screaming at me to do it—but my arms just… won’t listen to me.
“You know the statistics, Athelia.” He continues massaging my breasts, making my stomach turn. “And if you say anything, just know that you run the risk of ruining your own reputation.The staff here trusts me—I gain my students’ trust easily, too. You’ll look like a girl who’s hoping to get some attention. Maybe sue. Or maybe they’ll say you’re bitter that I don’t give you special treatment.”
I open my mouth to tell him he’s wrong, but I can’t force the words out. Deep down, I know he’s right. I can try, but Professor Kammes will spin this however he wants. Especially if he can get ahead of the story.
“All I have to say is that you seduced me. Thatyoucame ontome.Maybe I’ll act a little broken up about it, tell everyone that I tried my best, but you were insistent. Who do you think they’ll believe?”
“Just stop. Please just—”
“I already told you,” he says, and his voice is firm now. Agitated. “You’re who I want. Maybe if you hadn’t sat in the front of class in that tight shirt of yours, I would’ve picked someone else.”
Don’t listen to him. This isn’t your fault. It’s not, it’s not, it’s not.
“I thought you wanted to know if I was interested,” I whisper.
“Mmm. It’s nice when you females are, but I don’t really need your interest. Not when I can take what I want.”
“You—you can’t just do that.”
Now, he full-on laughs. “Have you ever thought much about power? Have you ever held it over someone else and wielded it to your advantage?”
“No.”Because I’m not a shitty person.
“It’s quite enjoyable. You’re on track to become a history teacher, correct? You’ll understand one day when you’re in my shoes.”
“I’dnever,”I spit out. Finally, my body cooperates, and I shove his hands away. Well, I try to.
Professor Kammes grabs both my wrists and holds them in a tight grip with one of his hands. I can’t manage to work myself free from his grasp, and he goes back to groping me with his free hand.
“I thought that too when I was your age. You’ll understand one day.”
“I won’t. Nowstop!I don’t want this.”
He lets out a groan, and I realize my mistake too late. This is what he wants. The more I struggle, the more powerful it makes him feel.
No. This isn’t how this is supposed to go.
