PROFESSOR’S BLACK POV
Her voice still echoed in my head.
“I’m yours.”
Those words from her lips were not a confession, they were a surrender.
I moved closer, closing the space between us, watching her stiffen against the polished wood of my desk. The room was silent except for the soft hum of the air, but her shallow breaths filled it with something heavier.
Her hands clutched her skirt, knuckles pale, yet her chin lifted just slightly, daring me. Or maybe begging.
“You’re mine?” I asked, my tone low, sharp. I wanted to hear her say it again.
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, but her eyes didn’t waver. “Yes… I’m yours.”
The corner of my mouth curved. Brave girl.
I leaned down, letting my shadow swallow her, the scent of her shampoo reaching me. My lips hovered close enough to fe
