Octavia's Time [The Klawinken] (Siren Publishing Allure)

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tightly, he walked her to his car. He opened the door, and she slid into the passenger seat, but before she could put on her seatbelt, he leaned down to kiss her full on the mouth, his tongue forcing itself between her lips. The unwanted kiss continued against her shocked lips as he groped her breasts roughly through her dress. She knew she was in trouble.
    Struggling to remove her face from his, she said, “Eric, please. I…we…shouldn’t… this isn’t right. You’re my teacher.”
    “Yes, and I have a lot more to teach you. Don’t play coy, Octavia. You and I both know Willa Cather was just a ruse to get me to take you out. So let’s not waste time pretending. I’ve wanted to see that beautiful body of yours naked and in my bed ever since you walked into my class at the beginning of the semester.”
    Even in her muddled state, she knew that the only home he was taking her to was his own. She didn’t want him to touch her. She felt nothing when he kissed her except repulsion. It was like someone had poured ice water into her veins.
    “No…I feel better now. I can drive home myself.” She attempted to swing her legs around to get out of the car, but his body blocked her efforts. He pushed her back against the car seat.
    “Don’t be difficult, dear.” Eric pulled the seatbelt around her and locked it. “I would be remiss in my duties if I allowed you to even think about driving. Now you stay put.” He slammed the car door shut and locked it.
    She had no idea how much time had passed when the car door was flung open. “Get out of the car, Octavia.” Mathieu stood, glaring down at her, barely containing the anger that held his body rigid. “I said get out of the car. I’m taking you home.”
    “Where’s Eric?”
    “Eric? He just went inside to get some ice. Let’s just say he was in need of it.”
    “Mathieu, you had no right. What did you do?” She sounded angry, but truth be told, she was more than happy to see him. She was trying to undo her seatbelt that seemed especially difficult to maneuver when she heard Mathieu curse. He reached in and unbelted her and then dragged her body from Eric’s car. He practically lifted her off her feet as he pushed her in the direction of a motorcycle that he leaned her up against. A helmet came down hard on her head before he lifted her onto the seat behind him and told her to hang on. She wrapped her arms around him. It was a wild ride. By the time he stopped in front of her house, she was not only windblown but a lot less drunk.
    “Mathieu,” she began.
    He turned as she removed the helmet and handed it to him. “Don’t say a word, Octavia. I’m in no frame of mind to hear it right now. You’re lucky I didn’t kill that guy.”
    “I don’t know what possessed me to…”
    Mathieu cut her off, anger etched into every syllable. “That bastard wanted to fuck you, and that’s exactly what he was going to do, with or without your consent.”
    She winced from his harsh words, but she knew he was right. She looked away from him, hating the way he was looking at her, as if he couldn’t stand the sight of her.
    “Look at me, Octavia,” he ordered. When she turned her face back to him, he continued, “I saw his hands on you and heard what he said to you when you told him you wanted to drive yourself home. You have no idea what I’m capable of and how much restraint I showed tonight. Now get in the house before I do something I’ll really regret.”
    Octavia slid off the motorcycle. “I’m sorry, Mathieu. Sorry that...”
    “Good night, Octavia,” he yelled over the roar of the motorcycle that jumped out onto the road, leaving her alone and feeling worse than she could remember feeling in a very long time.

Chapter 6
     
    The house was dark except for the lamp that had been left on for her in the living room. She turned it out and headed up the stairs to bed. She could still feel the effects of the liquor she had consumed, even though the cool night

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