Behind Locked Doors

Chapter 7

"Lock the door."

Anna had a few options here as she stared at the wooden door. The first option seemed the most appealing. She could turn around, fuck him, and then proceed to leave him the way he left her. She could've pushed him away after having him one last time. She would've won.

The second option was giving in completely to her desires. Anna could fuck him and hopefully break this wall that was ever-growing between them. She could finally have him in the way she wanted him for so long.

But there was one last option. Oh, and how appealing that option was. The last choice would have been the biggest slap in the face for Tom. She could've said no and left. She could've walked through that door and never looked back, leaving Tom and his brutal tactics in the dust. There was no doubt that she would wound his ego for good. He thought he had the power this whole time but she could easily flip that around on him.

And Anna wanted to do that. She wanted to hurt him the way he hurt her. But she had played at this game for too long to not get what she wanted. She had stayed loyal to her tricks for too many days and nights to leave without at least getting one final good fuck out of it.

So Anna reached forward and turned the lock on the door until she heard it click shut. She could feel Tom staring at her back. She smiled and looked over her shoulder.

"Are you trying to tell me that you want me, Professor Hiddleston?" Anna asked innocently, as if she wasn't talking about her professor fucking her.

"Yes," Tom hissed. Anna smiled and turned fully towards him. His eyes burned into her as he clutched his desk.

"Trevor won't be too pleased about this." Anna brushed her fingers along the edge of the mahogany desk. Tom shook his head.

"That boy is just a kid. He'll never be able to please you." Tom stood up slowly. The two kept their eyes on one another as they slowly circled the desk. It was predator and prey, but neither knew who was playing which part.

"And how do you know that?" Anna smirked. Tom rolled his eyes and laughed an acidic cackle.

"You know that it's true, Anna," Tom said. "You need a real man to give you what you want. You need someone who's strong and experienced, not a pathetic, pimply-faced boy."

"Are you trying to say that you're that 'real man', Professor Hiddleston?" Anna rolled her eyes. Tom's eyebrow perked up at her gesture. "Does a 'real man' purposefully set up their students to fail? Oh, my bad. Not students. Just one student. Me."

"Anna, listen," Tom said, reaching his hand out towards her with his palm down. Anna slapped his hand away and stormed up to him.

"No, Tom, you listen to me this time. I'm not dropping your class because you won. I'm dropping your class because I'm not ruining my future because of you," Anna hissed. She leaned back and smirked. "The sex isn't worth it. You're not worth it."

Now, she had hit Tom where it hurt. He raised his eyebrows and leaned over her, shading her from the white light on the ceiling. The sun that was just barely slipping through the slits of the blinds over his windows casted deep shadows over his eyes and cheekbones, creating the perfect menace.

"Maybe if you weren't such a brat, I wouldn't need to fail you," Tom growled. Anna pursed her lips and looked him up and down. This man, this terrible man, was everything she wanted and she hated that.

"Fuck you, you selfish asshole," Anna whispered through clenched teeth.

Tom sucked in a breath and before either of them could restrain themselves, they both lurched forward towards one another and pressed their lips together. It was angry and messy. His hands gripped her smooth cheeks while her hands grabbed his suit jacket. They groaned against one another, hating how much they both enjoyed this.