Unwanted Advances
LUCAS P.O.V.
Sarah and I walked hand in hand through the hospital corridors, my mind still wrestling with the strange encounters with my professor. The sight of Ethan's charming smile towards Sarah echoed in my mind, leaving me feeling a flicker of jealousy. Meanwhile, Ethan's grin only widened as he watched us disappear into the distance, silently enjoying the effect his actions had on me.
As we both got inside the room I rested my head on her shoulder, "Babe... I'm jealous..." As my voiced jealousy and pouting, Sarah found herself chuckling at my reaction. Just then, a coughing fit from Max drew our attention. Max, attempting to lighten the mood, jokingly chimed in, "Respect to the single here, ehem." His comment brought laughter from both Sarah and I, momentarily diffusing the tension and providing a lighthearted moment amidst the complex dynamics unfolding. "I mean like seriously, you're doing that in front of me?" Max said playfully and snickered.
I excused myself from the conversation, citing the need to visit the restroom. "I'll be right back," I said, my voice tinged with a hint of unease. Sarah nodded in understanding, while Max gave him a small, knowing grin. As I walked away, I couldn't help but wonder if my emotions were that transparent.
As I went to the restroom and as I was finished washing my hands and looked up to the mirror, I was stunned to find Ethan standing right behind me. A jolt of surprise shot through me, and I spun around, my eyes widening in disbelief. Standing there, leaning casually against the wall, was Ethan, a smirk playing on his lips. The sudden presence of my enigmatic professor in such an unexpected setting caused my heart to race.
"Why are you everywhere?!" I exclaimed, my voice tinged with frustration and surprise. "Do you have clones or something? How many are you? Or are you following me?!" The words spilled out hastily, fuelled by a mix of fear and irritation. As Ethan continued to stand there, his grin widening, I felt a shiver down my spine. The realization that my professor seemed to always be near me, even in such an unexpected place, made the situation even more unnerving.
As Ethan stood there, his grin widening, he began to walk towards me with a calculated gait. His steps were slow and deliberate, the sound of his approaching footsteps reverberating in the otherwise silent restroom. The tension in the air grew palpable as he closed the distance between them, his every movement infused with an air of enigmatic charm.
As I stumbled back, attempting to maintain a safe distance, I found myself backed up against the sink, with no further room to retreat. The cool porcelain surface pressed against my back, adding a strange sense of coldness to the already tense atmosphere. Ethan continued to advance, his eyes boring into mine, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. My heartbeat quickened, my breath catching in my throat as I realized the precariousness of my situation.
Without warning, Ethan's hands found their way to my waist, pulling me closer with a surprising display of strength. As our bodies pressed together, Ethan leaned in and pressed his lips against mine in a forceful, possessive kiss. My eyes widened in shock, my protests muffled by the unexpected invasion. I struggled momentarily, trying to free himself from the impromptu embrace, but Ethan's grip remained firm, his touch unyielding. The kiss lingered for a painfully long moment, each passing second only intensifying the turmoil of emotions swirling between us.
As the passionate kiss finally ended, I averted my gaze, trying to regain my composure. My breath came in ragged gasps, my eyes wide with surprise and disbelief. Ethan, unabashed, remained standing before me, a wicked smile playing on his lips, taking pleasure in the disarray he had caused. The silence in the restroom was tinged with an air of tension, as the echoes of our brief encounter hung heavy between us.
Ethan's fingers tangled in my hair, pulling my neck back to expose more of my sensitive skin. The kisses intensified, trailing a path of passion down my neck, eliciting moans of pleasure and protest from me. Between breaths, I managed to gasp out, "Professor... Please... No... Stop... Someone might... See us... Stop..." The words fell from my lips, a mingled plea and warning, as I tried with all my might to push Ethan away but seemed to find myself powerless against the onslaught of sensations.
Ethan, his lips still pressed against my neck, murmured softly against my skin, "You're the one who kissed me first remember?" his voice tinged with a sultry undertone. His words sent a shiver down my spine, the truth of the statement sending a flare of guilt and desire through me. The memory of our first kiss, initiated by Lucas in a moment of impulsive emotion, suddenly felt like a distant memory, overwhelmed by the passion of the present moment.
"But I only did that to distract you-" I attempted to explain, my words cut off as Ethan interjected, "I know you like me." The sudden confession sent a wave of surprise crashing over me, my eyes widening in disbelief. That made me freeze, leaving me speechless as I stared at Ethan, who just flashed another wicked smile.
With a sudden, savage motion, Ethan bit down hard on my neck, his teeth sinking deeply into the sensitive flesh. A scream of pain ripped from my throat as tears of agony welled up in my eyes, the intensity of the bite leaving a searing pain that seemed to burn throughout my body. The sudden transition from pleasure to pain left me reeling, my mind struggling to process the shift in emotions and sensations.
Still holding me in his grasp, Ethan leaned in, his tongue flicking out to gently and sensually lick the raised and bruised bite mark he had left on my tender skin. The taste of my flesh mingled with the saltiness of my tears, creating an intoxicating combination that seemed to excite Ethan further. The sound of my soft, panting breaths filled the air, a stark contrast to the previous screams of pain.
In a moment of defiance, I reached up and delivered a hard slap to Ethan's cheek, my hand connecting with a satisfying crack. The impact echoed through the restroom, drawing a momentary look of surprise to Ethan's face. "Pervert," I hissed softly, my voice trembling with anger and disgust. Without waiting for a response, I turned on my heel and stormed out, leaving Ethan standing there with a sinister smile still playing at the corners of his lips.
As I covered the fresh bite mark on my neck, a newfound wave of realization washed over me. My mind replayed the hazy recollection of the previous night, the fragments of memory beginning to coalesce into a chilling picture. Through the fog of alcohol, I remembered the feel of Ethan's teeth on my skin, the pain and pleasure merging into a disconcerting reminder of that drunken night. The revelation sent a shiver down my spine, leaving me shaken and uncertain about the true nature of Ethan's intentions. "So that means... Ethan was the one who... Bite me at that night..."