𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖

MURDER AND LUST.

Jovial laughters echoed through the aisles of the building and the music was so loud it could clearly be heard from Douma's office. Not that she cared at all, her mind was currently unsettled by a certain devil in a black suit. She did not hesitate to follow him down the dark aisles of her former school, her heart hammering in her chest as he hauled her over his shoulder.

Even thought she assumed they would have made it to his office in a blink of eye, Douma was impatient. Every now and then he slammed her back against a locker and kissed her passionately. Some curses left his lips as she tried to deepen them, to dominate even a single kiss. But the truth was that Douma was in charge and nothing could have ever changed that.

«What are you into, sweetheart?» he huskily asked her, his hand swinging the door open as they stumbled inside his office. She gulped and blushed in embarrassment at his question. What was she exactly supposed to say? She was a virgin, the only fling she had ever had in her life was with him.

«I'm into you» she innocently whispered, igniting a spark in him.

Douma hummed and placed his hands on her hips, guiding her towards his desk. He towered over her and she felt so miserable at his mercy. What can a experienced man like him do to a naive girl like her?

«My, my... Don't tell me you really have been waiting for me all this time. – he cheerfully said, helping her to hop onto his desk – You've been a good girl, darling» he added, his cold breath fanning her lips.

«No man has ever touched me, but you. I'm yours to claim. You're the only one my heart keens for, Douma» she confessed, her tiny hands tracing his jawline in the process. She was scared to death, her friends had given her detailed reports of their experiences but her desire could not be contained. She wanted him. Pain was not going to stop her.

«You're a lamb to the slaughter, baby» his raspy voice chimed in her ear.

Shivers ran down her spine and she rested her forehead against his toned chest, enjoying the contact once again.

Douma hands reached up to rest on her shoulders and he gently pushed her down, until her back flattened against the palisander wooden desk. In a swift motion, he hovered over her. His hips seemed to perfectly match with hers. Maybe he was truly made for her, after all. She blushed and stared at him in amazement.

Something dark dusted Douma's eyes. His orbs glimmered under the dim artificial lights of his office and a growl rumbled through his chest. He wanted her, she could feel it. He had been restraining himself for too long. Still, watching her laying down underneath him, big doe eyes burning into his ones, he realized he did not just want to break her.

'She deserves the best I can offer to her' he thought, grinding his groin down onto hers.

Clarice left out a soft moan and wrapped her legs around his waist, yearning for some friction. She craved him. She was aloof from being troubled by scruples about engaging a secret affair with her professor. Their time had just begun. Further more, Douma was her former professor. He could be, at best, labeled as a mentor. Nothing could impede their love to finally blossom.

«I do not intend to fuck you here – Douma sang, cupping her face into his hands – I need you to trust me, little lamb. Follow the leader» he commanded her, capturing her lips hungrily.