The Professor Forbidden Claim

Chapter 4

SIENNA'S POV

We finished right there on his desk.

He thrusted in deep one last time, his hips grinded against me hard as he came hard inside the condom with my name on his lips.

I tightened around him still shaking from my second orgasm, my legs were weak and the desk had creaked like it was going to break.

There were papers everywhere. My bare ass on his d**k, my thong pushed aside and his pants around his thighs.

He pulled out slowly and disposed of the condom, then helped me down. My legs felt like jelly. He fixed my shirt carefully and passed me my thong.

Then carefully smoothed my hair and planted a kiss on my forehead. It was gentle, almost kind.

“We’re not done,” he murmured. “Tonight. At my place, after the engagement dinner.”

I didn't say anything, I stared at him dazed, but I nodded and turned to leave.

He unlocked the door and I slipped out first, my heart might as well could have been considered a talking drum because of the way it was pounding. I prayed no one saw me.

I was a mess—my hair was still tangled, my lips swollen, and neck marked with red-purple bites from his mouth.

There were faint bruises on my inner thighs from his grip, I couldn’t stay on campus like this, so I texted Eden: “I’m feeling a little under the weather, so I'll be heading home. Talk to later ml”.

Then I bolted to my car and drove like hell. I got home and walked straight into preparation chaos.

The living room was full of boxes, flowers, and staff running around. My dad and Aunt Kathy sat in the middle of it all, directing like them like generals.

Dad saw me first and immediately spoke. “Where have you been? And what the hell happened to you?”

I froze, my jeans were rumpled, my hair was a mess and my neck was exposed. The marks stood out like damned neon signs.

Aunt Kathy turned and gasped a little. “Sienna… what are those on your neck?”

My Dad stepped closer. “Answer her.”

“I… fell,” I lied.

“Fell?” He laughed bitterly. “You look like a slut who got f****d in an alley. Is that what you’ve been doing? Whoring around the day before your engagement?”

His words pierced me like an arrow and everyone in the room suddenly went quiet.

“Dad—”

“Don’t ‘Dad’ me. You think I don’t see? You come home looking like trash with marks all over you. You’re about to marry into the Thorne family and you’re out spreading your legs for God knows who? You're disgusting.”

Aunt Kathy put a hand on his arm. “Richard, calm down. Not in front of everyone.”

He shook her off. “No. She needs to hear it. Elena would never have done this. She had dignity. You? You’re a disappointment and you always have been.”

Tears welled up at the side of my eyes but I swallowed them.

Aunty sighed, voice tight. “Sienna, go clean up. We have a schedule and the glam team is already waiting.”

She called the maid. “Bring the dress.”

A maid came with a garment bag and opened it. The dress was stunning—deep emerald silk, with a low neckline, fitted bodice, thigh-high slit. It was seductive, designed specially to draw attention, to make me look like a woman on auction.

They dragged me to the guest room that had now turned into a glam station. Everything was attacked at once—my nails, lashes, hair, body and I protested the whole time.

“I don’t want this.”

“You don’t have a choice.” Aunt Kathy responded.

The stylist noticed the marks while doing my makeup. “Miss…those hickeys, should we cover them?”

My Dad who was standing in the doorway did me the favour of responding “Cover them up, we can’t have the Thorne’s seeing what a loose girl she is.”

Aunt Kathy shot back “Enough, Richard.”

But she didn’t defend me, she just looked disappointed.

I looked back at the mirror and the lady reflecting back at me was different. My hair was up in an elegant updo, my neck and collarbones were exposed.

The marks peeked out even with concealer, the dress accentuated my curves, the slit exposed my legs, and the neckline was low enough to tease, I looked hot and I hated it.

I was left alone at the dresser for a minute, I stared at the old photos tucked inside my drawer.

Mom was smiling and Elena laughing. I missed them so much. If Elena was still here, Dad wouldn’t hate me like this. He wouldn’t blame me for everything. He’d have his perfect daughter, and I’d just be…me.

Tears welled at the side of my eyes again, but the makeup artist snapped at me immediately “No crying, Miss. You’ll ruin the look.”

The time for the dinner finally arrived, a limousine waited outside and Dad got in, he was in a tuxedo, while Aunt Kathy was in a gown. I got in last, and throughout the ride all I could feel was tension.

My Dad broke the silence. “Behave tonight, I don't want any drama from you, smile and look pretty.”

“You’re literally selling me off like property.” I replied.

“I’m saving this family. You think I want to do this? After what your mother and sister cost us?”

“Elena didn’t cost you anything. You—”

He cut me off. “Don’t speak her name. You’re not her.”

I didn't respond to him and kept silent the entire way. We finally arrived at Elias’s house, correction—his mansion.

There were lights, guests, champagne and music everywhere. We stepped out and into the building, I spotted Elias immediately.

He was the host, so which meant he looked his best. He was also in a tuxedo, with a charming smile and a glass of champagne in his hand.

He saw me and smirked with a look on his face that said he remembered every second on his desk.

He held small talk with the guests. Dad and Elias talked about business they laughed like old friends. I kept up a fake smile, but at some point I couldn't take it anymore.

I excused myself and walked to the balcony for air.

I noticed my Dad’s look following me “Stay with your husband-to-be and don’t embarrass me.”

I shot him a glare and left. The balcony air was cool and the first breath of fresh air I had received this evening.

But my peace didn't last long as I heard footsteps behind me, I knew it was him but I wasn't ready to face him. At least not yet.

I looked around and spotted a small open door nearby, I walked towards it quietly, got in and closed it.

I rested my back against the wood and waited silently, hoping her wouldn't check or find me here.

The footsteps passed after a while, I exhaled and turned to survey the room I had entered.

It was a mini library, books lined up from floor to ceiling, with a study table in the center.

I walked over to the desk and noticed a couple of scattered papers, they were all dusty. I picked them up and scanned them briefly—English and literary works.

This definitely belonged to Elias.

I noticed an old framed photo half-hidden under a book.

Out of curiosity I picked it up and dusted it, it was a picture of a woman smiling.

She was beautiful….and familiar.

My sister.

Elena.