Professor Sebastian Jones - Is It Love? Fan-fiction by SW

Chapter 06 - Loan's assault

· This chapter contains sexual violence that can annoy some people

The day goes almost calm... Did I say almost?

I'm going home after all my morning classes have finished. Finally! I need to rest a little before starting with my tasks at Nicolae's office, and it'll be a long day organizing all those historical files!

I sigh and start walking back home when someone pulls me by my arm. I turn to see who is. Loan! And he isn't alone. He's with two of his friends that are mocking and misbehaving. I think his buddies are worse schmucks than he is. This is a bad omen...

Loan addresses me one of his womanizer smiles.

Loan: Khawla, we need to talk.

Khawla: Loan, another day. I have to go to the work.

Loan: Not so fast.

Loan pulls me by my waist and draws me against him. I don't have the strength to push him away as I'm feeling tired and unwell.

"What does he think he's doing?"

He holds me firmly against his athletic body and his lips approach mines. He says in a malicious voice with a mischievous smile.

Loan: You know, people are saying that we... you know...

Khawla: And I can bet that this doesn't annoy you, right?

Loan: The only thing that annoys me is that isn't true... yet... You know... It could be nice you and me... in my car... or in my room...

Loan tries to kiss me, but I turn my face, and lean my hands in his chest. I hate this type of behavior! I can hear his friends laughing like hyenas behind us.

Khawla: Loan, stop it! I only kissed you to get rid of Samantha, and you know that. Now, let me go. I have work, and I can't be late.

Loan: The reason you kissed me before doesn't matter much. I want you. And people are already commenting... So, no more harm if you come to my place... you... me... and my friends...

"What?! Did I hear well? Is he proposing me a foursome?! He has the nerve!"

I gather enough strength to push him strongly to free myself from his grip. But I'm so angry that I slap him hard in the face instead of running away.

"How does he dare?!"

I shout at him pointing my finger to his chest.

Khawla: NEVER, EVER, SPEAK TO ME AGAIN, LOAN!

He puts his hand in his red cheek, and his jaw is clenched. I can see anger in his eyes. He threatens me under closed teeth.

Loan: I'll teach you a lesson!

I chill of surprise and fear. Loan is tall, strong, and agile. All qualities of a great quarterback.

Before I can run, Loan jumps on me, holds my two hands behind my back and pushes me against his car pressing his muscular body against mine. He knows immobilization techniques very well. I can't break free, mainly because I'm weakened by the emotions of the last two weeks. He tries to kiss me again, and I turn my face once more.

Khawla: Stop, Loan! You're hurting me!

Loan ignores my whining and tightens, even more, his hands against my fists. He forces his knees between my legs to keep them apart and puts his weight even more heavily on me smashing me against his car and his pelvis. He's hurting me badly. He tries again to kiss me. Once more, I turn my face. His friends are having too much fun at the cost of my despair. I shout.