Page 16 of The Invite
One clipped syllable, admitting the truth, and zilch.
No apology, no explanation.
Complete silence.
“Aren’t you scared?” I hate how I’m stuck between his behemoth of a body and the desk against my hip. One tiny movement will bump me against his chest and I don’t want any part of me touching him. “I know your names and faces now.”
Nothing changes in his expression. He lifts one perfect brow, and asks in a neutral tone, “Are you going to make a complaint?”
“I plan to.”
“What’s your proof?”
“My words.”
His lips twitch at my naivety. “Little prey, it will be your word against mine, and you will soon find out that—” He bends low intimidatingly while I ignore the tremor rocking through me as he calls melittle prey. “—my word is the law.”
“I’m not scared of you,” I bite out, infuriated at his blatant threat. “I will stand up for myself. Besides, I have a witness. So, it’s not just my word.”
“The girl who interrupted us?”
An interrupter for him and a savior for me. “Yes.”
“All you heard was her voice. Last I checked, you don’t know who she is. What she looks like. Or if she’ll stand by you.”
“I found you; I’ll find her.”
Again, his lips tilt in amusement. “You didn’t find me, you got lucky.”
“She must be from this school too. I will find her.”
Searching my eyes, and the contours of my face, he speaks only after leaving me flustered. “Good to know you being ballsy wasn’t a one-time thing. Do you remember my warning regarding it?”
Tone it down.
“Is threatening and bullying your teacher wise?” I bravely ask.
His face screams it’s a foolish question, his voice dripping to a low timbre. “You being my teacher changes nothing.”
“I’m not a helpless victim you cornered last night. I have the power to make your life hell now.” One I intend to exploit to full capacity.
“Ballsy but stupid,” he taunts. “Tell me, what will you say to whomever you’re thinking of complaining? That I chased you in the woods, scared you, captured you against your will?”
“Yes. All of it.”
“Really?” he hums, caging me with his fists on the desk behind me. “Will you also tell them that despite it all, you secretly enjoyed it so much that your tight pussy got wet and you rode my fingers until you were desperate to come?”
His words reverberate down my spine, my breasts, and tingles shoot down to the wet heat between my thighs. Their intensity is so powerful and wrong that my pussy beats a pulse of its own.
The rest of my limbs shake in fright.
“It’s called sexual assault and I’ll tell them the same.”
An evil glint darkens his remorseless gaze. “Maybe I’ll respond by saying you orchestrated it all, wanting to fuck yourstudent, desired more from me,but I refused because it is wrong, and now you’re threatening to ruin my life by falsely accusing me.”
My face pales at the devious wheel turning in his head. I pathetically stammer, “I-I’ll tell them you’re lying. I didn’t know I was going to be your teacher.”
“The details won’t matter. The world will believe what they want to believe. It thrives on drama and lies, never the truth. Your reputation will be ruined, you will lose your job, and the only predator between us will be you.”
