Chapter Seventeen.

"Burn me, professor."

"I want to burn you and rule over your ashes."

What else would he do to her? She thought as the water trickled down her body in the shower.

Normally showering and music calmed her thoughts and made everything else fade in the background but "under the influence" didn't help one bit but ignited a fire in her heart.

His palm was as she imagined: rough and hard but on her skin they were the softest and coolest thing. Her thighs clenched and she gasped for breath as the water kept running down, making her chest heave.

First, it was her chin, now it was her neck, so would he go lower next time? Would he cross the boundaries?

Her hand trailed from her neck down to the swell of her chest. It was his hand on her. His fingers pinching her nipples, as he did her chin. He would then graze it and bite it before groping her breast. She gagged.