Chapter 4. She wants to accuse him

"I recommend that you don't skip my classes. I tend to give tests almost all the time. I don't think you'll like getting a bad grade at the end of the semester," he adds as he looks at Livia. "I see we have some new people in the class. If you would be so kind as to introduce yourself, miss."

Livia realized he was talking to her and tensed up. She looked at her beloved professor and immediately felt hatred for him for trying to embarrass her. But Livia stood up.

"My name is Livia Hamel."

"Welcome, Miss Hamel," he replies in a hoarse, seductive voice.

The class was very uncomfortable for Livia because her new teacher couldn't take his eyes off her. She tried not to look at him so much, but it was quite difficult not to since he was the teacher.

But finally, the class ended, and before she was the last one left in the room, she gathered her things to leave and catch the bus on time. She hurried down the stairs but bumped into other students who were lining up to leave.

In the crowd, Livia felt someone grab her arm, preventing her from moving forward. She frowned and looked down at her arm, where she saw a huge hand gripping her.

She notices the veins in that hand, which makes her feel uneasy.

Livia looks up to see her teacher staring at her with dangerous eyes. She looks back at the exit and sees her classmates leaving without realizing that the teacher is preventing her from leaving.

She tries to break free, but he doesn't let go. Instead, he tightens his grip, which frightens her... When the last student leaves, they close the door, and her heart begins to race.

"Where are you going, Livia?" She tensed up. "Don't you think you need to talk to your teacher?" Livia turned her face to look at him.

"He's a teacher!"

"I know that," he pulls her body close to his.

"What kind of teacher are you? If you remember everything you did to me in that abandoned classroom."

"I could never forget," he replies, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Livia tenses up, being so close to her professor. Now things are getting drastically worse as she realizes that a professor at her university has gotten involved with a student. The scandal would be much worse with her family.

"You can't be doing this. You're a professor and I'm a student."

"My student!" Her heart skips a beat.

"I won't continue with this ridiculous game you're trying to involve me in."

"And what are you going to do about it? Are you going to report me to the dean?"

"I will!" she replied angrily.

Dante looks at his student's full, provocative lips, which drive him crazy. He half-bites his lip, feeling a fierce desire to kiss this girl who is trying to be rebellious but is really just a very innocent young woman.

"Is that what you're going to do?" In one swift movement, he grabs Livia by the curve of her buttocks, lifting her off the ground, and spins her around until she is sitting on his desk.

"What are you trying to do?" She hits his shoulder and pretends to want to get off the table, but Dante stops her.

"Answer me."

"Of course I will. This won't stay like this. I'll talk to the principal and tell him that one of his beloved teachers seduces the girls at his institution."

Dante smiles mockingly as he squeezes her waist a little tighter to bring her closer to his body.

"Fine, go ahead..."

"I will," Livia tries to push her professor away, but she can't move him even an inch.

"But before you do, I'm going to kiss you."

"What?!" She widens her eyes at such sincerity.

And out of nowhere, she receives a rather intense kiss from her teacher. She opens her eyes a little wider as she feels her mouth being invaded by a huge, wet, warm tongue. She pushes against Dante to push him away, but she can't.

Instead, he presses her body against his, crushing her breasts against his huge chest. She clings to her teacher's arms to push him away, but she can't; he's too strong.

Then she feels him grab her by the neck, reducing her to ashes. The barriers she had built up collapsed in an instant, and there she was once again, responding to her teacher's kisses.

Livia closes her eyes and allows Dante to kiss her, letting herself be carried away by his caresses, transporting her to another world. She forgets her principles, where they are, and the rest of the world.

He had a knack for enveloping her and making her fall into his trap without making her feel any remorse. In those moments, she thought of nothing else but those lips that were devouring her.

Little by little, he began to slide his hands down her arms, bringing them to her neck, which he slowly enveloped. At the same time, the young woman felt him make his way between her thighs, slipping between them.

Livia felt the man's masculinity, his scent, his arrogance were so evident that she came to think that this attitude was the cause of her confusion and submission. And it drove her crazy, since she had never been interested in any boy until she met that teacher.

Remembering that he was her teacher, she abruptly pulls away from him.

"No, what are we doing? You're my teacher, and this isn't right."

"No, it's not right, but so what?" he replied, softening the corners of his lips. "No one has to know, just you and me," he added as he moved his hand down to one of her breasts.

She closes her eyes at the touch of those huge hands on her breast. He touched her in such a way... she didn't even know how to explain the feeling. She could only swallow hard as she felt very vulnerable.

"You have to stop this madness," she murmurs, then licks her dry lips. "I'm a student."

"I know you're not a minor," Dante says, leaning close to her ear. "And even if you were, I wouldn't have cared," he whispers, sending shivers down Livia's spine.

"No," she gasped.

By that moment, her teacher had slipped his hand under her blouse and taken possession of one of her breasts.

"Ahh!" she gasped loudly. "Why are you doing this to me?" She tilted her head back, then began to receive wet kisses from Dante.

"Because I like you," he growls against the curve of her neck.

He descends with his kisses to the "V" of her chest, continuing on his way until he reaches one of her breasts. He lifts her blouse only enough to expose her breast, and when he sees that small, pink nipple, he desires her.

Taking it into his mouth, the first thing he does is wrap his tongue around it and suck. He holds Livia by her back to keep her where he wants her, her head tilted back as he devours her nipple.

"Ahhh! Please, stop..." she begged, but her hands said otherwise as she clung tightly to Dante's hair so he wouldn't move away from her nipple.

The dark-haired man lays her body back on the desk once more, spreading her legs wide apart. He climbs onto the huge marble table so that he is right on top of her.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked as he caressed one of her bare breasts.

"I don't know..." Her answer was full of doubt, which excited Dante even more.

"Your answers only increase my arousal, Livia, did you know that?"

She only manages to wet her lips with her tongue before receiving another fierce kiss from her teacher, and that one was worse because it clouded her mind, leaving everything blank. Dante's hand rested on her breast, which he began to massage while kissing her.

Dante knew it was getting very late for her, and given the time, she would miss her transportation. If he didn't let her leave at that moment, he could get her into serious trouble, and it wasn't yet time to cause her so many difficulties.

However, it was very difficult for him to separate himself from Livia, but he didn't have to do anything because she was the one who ended up pushing him away abruptly. He moved away because of the force that the girl used to separate him.

He looked at her in amazement, glimpsing how she hid her nakedness.

"Don't you dare do that again," she said, climbing down from the table, furious with herself. "The game will be over very soon, dear professor," she muttered under her breath.

"I'd like to see that," he said, crossing his arms as he watched her storm out the door. "See you later, Miss Hamel."

Livia walks with firm steps toward the exit, still unable to believe she had allowed that to happen again. It's just that when that man touched her, something very strange happened to her.

She shakes her head as she leaves the institution's premises, looking both ways and realizing that everything was quite deserted at that time of night.

"Oh my God, I've missed my ride," she says, walking down the stairs with some trepidation, having no idea how to get to her aunt and uncle's house.

Then she noticed a car approaching on the somewhat deserted street. She took two steps back when she saw that the car was parking right in front of her.

"Hey! What are you doing here?" It was Ray, her cousin's friend.

"I missed my ride."

"I can see that. If you want, I can take you home. I know where Pamela lives."

Livia thought about it carefully. She didn't know this boy, although she always saw him with her cousin. However, he didn't visit her aunt and uncle's house often. On the other hand, she had no way of getting home.

"Miss Hamel," a voice behind her made her jump. She looked over her shoulder and saw her teacher standing there, staring at her.

She looked at her perverted professor and then at Ray, who was frowning at her.

"Mr. Brennar, good evening," the boy greeted him, sitting up straight in his seat. "Livia missed her ride, and since I know where her cousin lives, I offered to take her there."

"Is that so?" Dante replied seriously.

"Yes, thank you for the offer," the young woman runs to the car, realizing that Ray was her salvation.

As she gets into the car, she doesn't even turn to look at her teacher, but she knows he was watching her.

"See you later, Mr. Brennar."

As soon as the car pulls away, Dante can't take his eyes off her. Inside, he was furious to see that she had left with Ray. It pissed him off that this guy was hanging around Livia.

His intentions might not be good at all.

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"You have to try not to miss your ride. It's very difficult to leave the university at this time of day when you have a car.

Pamela didn't have classes.

He knew that very well; in fact, she did have classes, but they had both been fucking in the abandoned classrooms until a little while ago, then she left for home very quickly. She told him she couldn't pick up her cousin because she had already made up an excuse that she was going home early.

As long as she could fuck, Pamela would do whatever it took for a good fuck that would leave her very satisfied.

"How do you know where my cousin lives?

"I've given her rides too."

"But she has a car."

"She hasn't always had one."

"I see."

Ray drives the car while glancing sideways at his companion. Even though Pamela said whatever she said about her, he thought she was quite attractive. You could tell she was delicate, and if she was thinking of becoming a nun, she was probably a...

The boy's eyes widened at the thought that he was driving a virgin...