Ruin Me: My Stepbrother, My Professor

Chapter 10: On My Knees For Him

MIYARA’S POV

My hand went up to my neck. “Well yeah hehe..surprise.”

My voice came out higher than I intended and he tilted his head at me before his eyes took in my appearance.

“You look…,” he looked back at me. “Different.”

My cheeks heated up as I glanced past him towards the hallway that led to Caden’s office.

“Look can we talk later. I’m kinda in a hurry. You can give me the bookmark then.”

His eyes squinted at me. Then he raised a brow.

I looked at my phone, and it was already 10 minutes past 4. Before he could answer, I ducked past him and literally ran away.

“Hey…when…” He called after me but I was already far gone. My heart felt like it was about to explode from my rib cage.

I was panting, my chest heaving when I stopped in front of an office with the name plate. Professor Caden Cross written on top of it. I inhaled and exhaled, trying to calm my breathing before I gave two raspy knocks on the door.

No answer.

I looked around, to make sure no one I knew was seeing me. A few students walked around campus, but not close to where I stood.

I tucked a hair behind my ear and raised my hand to knock for the third time. The door cracked open.

His eyes dragged lazily down my dress to my face before he opened the door wider and let me in, the door clicking shut behind him.

He was wearing a black short-sleeve shirt with blue pants. His hair was perfectly styled like the first day he walked into class. I couldn’t help but notice how his muscles flexed when he moved.

“You’re late,” he said in a calm voice that both surprised and terrified me. He brought his arm up to his face, checking his watch.

“12 minutes late.”

“Sorry,” I stuttered, my voice a bit shaky from all the running. “I got caught up in something on my way

here.”

“I see,” he said, circling his desk and walking towards me. My breath caught. He was looking at me with those eyes again. Eyes that you could never read. Blank. Hollow.

“Sit.” He pointed to a chair across from his own. I glanced around briefly as I reluctantly took a seat, a small bookshelf, documents, and a mini refrigerator.

Caden took a seat opposite, hunched under the table, and brought out a small box. Seasoning scent instantly hit my nostrils and my stomach rumbled. Reminding me of my failure to eat today.

He pushed the open box in front of me and leaned back against his chair, watching.

“Eat.” He commanded, his voice dropping low.

I checked the contents of the box. Cheeseburger and chocolate milkshake. My favorite. My stomach rumbled further but I pushed the food back to him, squinting at it.

“I’m not hungry.”

“If I wanted to poison you, I would have done it long ago. Now eat.”

I swear I could see his eyes soften for a fraction of a second but it snapped back in place before it could register. Cold. Detached. If I didn’t know better I would have thought he actually cared about me.

“I don’t play with hungry girls.” He said coldly, squashing any hopes I had left to pieces. This was just a game to him. I was just his sacrificial lamb.

My chest tightened as I reached out slowly and took the food, the coldness of the milkshake a mocking contrast to the heat I was feeling.

His eyes didn’t leave mine. He watched as I took a bite in surrender, one after another, while slurping on the drink until I shamelessly devoured everything.

“Look at that,” he said mockingly, “And here I thought you were not hungry.”

I couldn’t meet his eyes.

“Now that you’re full,” he said, rising, looking like a god in a human form. “Let’s play.”

The food in my stomach churned, as my fingers dug into my palms.

“What do you want?”, I finally lifted my head as he approached my seat slowly, each step measured. The scent of his cologne got stronger as he leaned toward me in my seat.

“Take off the leggings. And your panties.”

My spine stiffened as I stayed unmoving in the chair.

“Now.” His voice came out harsh and emotionless.

I pulled it off, followed by my panties, the cold air biting into my skin, and wetness already pooling where they shouldn’t.

I hated how much effect his voice and his entire presence had on me. Hated myself for how my thighs clenched at his command.

“Good girl.” He patted my hair slowly as I continued to stare into space.

“Now get on your knees.” His voice came out rough and husky. I looked up at him, tears welling in my eyes.

“Except you want that video to get to your father, you’d do what I say.” He said coldly, unbuckling his belt.

I did as he said, one knee hit the ground, followed by the other as a choked sob tore from me.

As my knees hit the floor, a flash of Jace’s concerned squint crossed my mind. Gentle. No threats, no videos.

Caden gave my head another light pat before his fingers curled below my chin, lifting my head to look at him.

He pulled out his c**k, and it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Not that I’d seen any before though. Long, thick, and hard with a silver piercing like that of a snake head glinting with the precum.

“Open,” he ordered, hand clenching my hair. My mouth watered and I swallowed hard. I’d never given head before.

My lips parted slightly and he slipped the tip inside, the metal grazing my tongue, making me wetter. I licked the tip and sides, earning a groan from him. Taking it as a confirmation that my licks seemed to please him, I kept doing it, until he pulled at my hair to look up at me.

“You’ve never done this before, have you?”

I shook my head.

“Hollow your cheeks and suck. Don’t bite.” He said in a lust-filled voice, his eyes shining with something I couldn’t name.

I did as he said, and he increased his pace, he thrust deeper as I held onto his thighs for my dear life. My eyes watered, tears mixing with my saliva as he f****d the back of my throat.

A sick thrill shot through me despite the tears and God help me, part of me, part of me craved the way he filled my mouth.

Just as I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, his thighs quivered, his expression tightening before I felt hot spurts of c*m on my tongue, salty and overwhelming.

I gagged struggling not to vomit before swallowing reflexively.

Disgust twisted in my mouth even as my core clenched tighter and I wanted to be taken care of. Every cold air on my bare p***y intensified the need to touch myself or have him touch me.

“Swallow,” he pulled out of my mouth and zipped up as if nothing had happened, while I knelt there tasting him, thighs slick and trembling.

Wiping the rest of the c*m off the corners of my lips, he forced me to swallow.

“Just like that.” He patted my head again and I could barely resist the urge to rub my thighs together.

I slowly got up on my feet, my knees barely holding me up. My hair was probably a mess just like my entire body.

Fury coiled in my chest at how much power he held over me.

“Leave your panties and go.”

He turned his back to me as I stood stupidly rooted to the ground, legs shaky, c*m lingering in my throat.

Tears burned hot behind my eyes, my throat tight. Powerlessness held me in chains as I slowly closed the door behind me.

I stumbled out into the hallway, legs unsteady, hair a mess. I didn’t make it two blocks away from his office before a familiar voice called my name.

He was leaning against a red Mercedes, dressed in a navy blue suit.

My insides twisted violently.

Finn.

Why him? Why now when I was looking like this?