Chapter 2

• Selene’s POV.
• When I woke up, I could swear I was in heaven and sleeping next to a god. The first thing my eyes saw was a deliciously bare chest. The white sheets barely covered his hips and there was a bulge underneath them.
• I gasped awake, sitting up. Oh yeah I had gone off with a stranger last night. I covered a hand over my mouth to keep myself from screaming.
• His arm was thrown carelessly across the sheets.
• The morning light crawled lazily across his sexy body, tracing every muscle. His dark hair was a little messy and he had a bit of a beard.
• Damn, if sin had a face, it would be his face. If I thought he was sexy last night, he was a freaking bomb this morning.
• I sat up in bed, watching him like I hadn’t just thrown all my dignity out the window twelve hours ago. God he was amazing. I felt so sore. He had pounded my brains too much.
• That's it baby, cum for Daddy. Good girl.
• I bit my lower lip, shook my head, and tore my eyes away. It was just one night. One mistake. A beautiful, muscular, sex-on-legs mistake. Nothing more.
• I slipped quietly out of the bed and tiptoed around the room, gathering my clothes like a thief. I found my heels, my bag, my dress which was rumpled and still carrying the scent of whiskey.
• I didn’t look back.
• ***
• I had a quick shower at home, a fresh outfit and a new mindset. Today, I had work to do, forms to fill and lectures to attend. I tried so hard to focus through the day but I kept thinking about Sin.
• I would probably never see him again. Why didn't he tell me his name? The way he touched me, the way he fucked me, god... Maybe I should have gotten his number?
• I walked into the lecture hall later that day and I saw
• Raymond sitting and smiling at me like he didn’t turn my whole world upside down yesterday.
• I looked straight ahead and took a seat two rows down. He’s nothing, he’s nothing, he’s nothing, I chanted in my head.
• Two minutes later, I felt his presence behind me and then his voice.
• “You haven’t been picking up my calls.”
• I clenched my jaw trying to ignore him. He had some nerve talking to me.
• “Don’t tell me you’re still upset over that little flirt from yesterday,” he said with a stupid chuckle.
• I turned to face him slowly. “That wasn’t a flirt, You do not get to play this off as nothing, Raymond. That was you having sex with another girl.”
• He sighed dramatically. “I know. You saw it. But why can’t we just move on? It’s not that deep.”
• I blinked. Was I hallucinating?
• “You are out of your mind.”
• “I love you, Selene,” he said, like that was some kind of redemption. Did he seriously think I would forgive him because he told me he loved me? “I was just feeding an itch, you know? You’re the one I want. You’ve always been.”
• My stomach turned. How did I stay with this asshole for seven years?
• “You are so full of yourself.”
• His voice dropped, seductive and low, as his fingers grazed the back of my neck. “Don’t act like you don’t miss me. Don’t act like you don’t miss my dick, baby."
• He leaned in, brushing his fingers down my spine slowly.
• Once upon a time, that move would’ve made me melt.
• Now? I wanted to slap him blind.
• I turned to him and smiled sweetly. “Let me tell you something.”
• He leaned closer.
• “I faked every orgasm with you.”
• He blinked.
• “I mean, every single one. I moaned to protect your fragile little ego. Your dick was average at best. And honestly? I should’ve given you a performance award, because you believed you were doing something.”
• His face dropped. “Selene.”
• “And if you think you’re the best I’ve had?” I chuckled darkly. “You’re not even in the top ten. Hell, not even top twenty.”
• His jaw clenched. That vein in his forehead twitched. “You bitch!”
• “Oh, now you’re mad?” I grinned. “Good. I have much more shit to do to get even with you for wasting seven years of my life."
• He grabbed my wrist tightly, digging his nails into my hand. “You think you’re funny, huh?”
• "Let go of me,"
• "You have no idea what you're talking about Selene. I own you!"
• "You don't own shit-"
• The door opened. A woman in a navy-blue suit walked in.
• “Quiet,” she commanded. “Welcome to the first session of your PhD in Chemistry. I’m just here to tell you that your academic supervisor will join you in a moment. He’s one of our most esteemed professionals, so don’t waste his time.”
• She paused at the door.
• “Oh, and you’re lucky. He just returned from a research sabbatical. Not many students get this opportunity.”
• She left.
• Raymond leaned into my ear.
• “That mouth of yours,” he hissed. “Let’s see how far it gets you without my help. This school runs on connections, Selene. Research funding, lab access, who do you think controls those things? Me. My family.”
• I rolled my eyes. “Don’t threaten me with daddy’s credit card, Ray.”
• He smirked. “We’ll see.”
• The room hushed as the door opened again.
• The professor walked in, and everyone went quiet. Raymond let go of my hand and I shot him a dirty look before looking up at the professor.
• My lungs stopped working.
• Green eyes. Sexy green eyes. His black suit covered up the tattoos that I had seen, kissed and tasted last night. His lips were pressed in a firm line and I would know that hair anywhere.
• No. Freaking. Way. It was him.The man I’d slept with.
• Except now, he wasn’t a stranger.
• My thighs clenched under the desk. He was the man who had me gasping and screaming in pleasure last night. The man whose tongue had been buried in my pussy, teasing me, lapping up my juices, making me orgasm over and over.
• My body reacted before my mind could stop it. Heat curled low in my belly, and my lips parted slightly. I could still feel his hand on my hips as he fucked me raw and hard.
• I had thought I would never see him again and now he stood in front of me, looking flawless and unreadable and not even blinking in my direction.
• God. I had let him ruin me, and he was pretending I didn’t exist.
• “Good morning,” he said, voice deep and commanding. “My name is Professor Julian Hart.”
• Professor Julian Hart. The man I had let inside me before I knew his name. The man who now controlled my academic future.
• What made things much horrifying was that I was sitting here, flushed and breathless and I still wanted him even more than before.
• He turned to write his name on the board, and I was this close to crawling under the desk in shame as realization hit me.
• No. No. No. My eyes widened. Raymond Hart. Julian Hart.
• Raymond chuckled behind me.
• “Meet my dad,” he whispered in my ear. “Hope you two get along. I'm about to make your life hell, Selene.”