Nausea was a real problem as I struggled not to be ill.

She moved toward me.

I couldn’t control my body’s reaction.

I stumbled backward, tripping in my haste. She chased me. I found my footing and crashed against the wall. Just as she’d trapped me in the storeroom, she trapped me in the motel room. Her hands scorched my skin as she tugged at my black T-shirt hem. “Off, please.”

Her politeness teased that perhaps someone sane lurked beneath her sexual deviancy. If I could appeal to that side of her—

“Please. Let me leave. We can forget this happened and—”

“T-shirt. Off. Now.” Her eyes narrowed. “I won’t ask again.”

Olin.

I was doing this for her.

Don’t think about her.

The thought of her in this place.

God.

If she knew what I was doing?

Fuck.

My eyes squeezed tight as my teacher tore my T-shirt off and undid my belt. I didn’t open my eyes as she unbuckled me, unzipped my jeans, and dragged both my underwear and pants to the floor.

I groaned in torture as she ducked before me, untying my boots and easing them off my feet before pulling my trousers off.

Her hot breath skated over my flaccid cock.

I flinched as her hand cupped me, pinching the tip and tutting under her breath. “Well, this is a disappointment.”

My eyes squeezed tighter as she inserted me into her mouth. I jolted against the wall, pushing her head away. “Stop.”

She merely swatted at my touch and hissed around my cock. “Cooperate, or I’ll tie up those pretty wrists and play with you anyway I see fit, okay?”

My hands slowly dropped to my sides.

If it was possible, my cock shrunk inside me, cowering from her mouth.

I tensed for a strike, a slap—for some sort of abusive punishment.

Instead, she stood, laughed a little, and returned to her bag.

Sucking in lungfuls of air, my mind turned dizzy with adrenaline as she lifted two things from the depths.

The first item punched a hole in my chest: a class picture of Olin with her hair neat in a ponytail, her smile conservative, her eyes bright and intelligent.

The second dug my own grave: a box of blue tablets that ensured tonight wouldn’t just break me but would shatter apart any future I hoped to give the girl I loved.

Viagra.

Ms Tallup beamed in her nakedness as I groaned and dropped my head into my hands.

“That’s right. I hid one in the rum that you so sweetly drank for me. In less than an hour, you’ll be as hard as stone and desperate for relief.” She tossed the box back into her bag but put the photo of Olin on the side table. “Might as well place your little girlfriend here, so she doesn’t miss the show.”

The innocent eyes of the girl I loved mocked me while I stood naked in a motel room about to do something unforgivable.

I couldn’t look at her.

Keeping my eyes on the floor, I moved to the bed and collapsed on it.

All my fight dissolved. My anger exhausted me. My refusal to accept this stole all my energy.

Slinging an arm over my eyes, I slammed onto my back, not caring I was stark naked. Not caring my goddamn teacher feasted her eyes on me.

All I cared about was getting this over with so I could go home and forget it ever happened.

Now I knew how my father’s whores felt like.

Something worthless—their only purpose to be hired, abused, then tossed aside with no thought to the emotional aftermath.

For a while, the room was silent and still. Ms Tallup kept her distance.

Time carried us forward, condemning me with every tick-tock.

At one point, she visited the bathroom. Another, the minibar opened and closed again. Minutes passed, heartbeats pounded, and slowly but surely, my body was no longer my own.

Blood gathered outside of my control. Heat and hardness slowly building.

I kept my eyes closed and teeth clenched as the bed shifted and Ms Tallup lay beside me. “Let’s help that Viagra along, shall we?”

I flinched and sucked in a breath as her lips once again surrounded my cock.

I didn’t push her away. I just locked down my heart and endured purgatory.

My world stayed dark as I kept my eyes shut. Repulsion licked through me. Her tongue was vile. Her touch repugnant. At no point did my thoughts betray me. I found no pleasure in her loathsome touch.

But thanks to the magic of chemicals, what I felt inside no longer matched the outside. My cock swiftly swelled in her mouth. My balls gathered tight. My belly knotted.

My arm stayed tight over my face as every muscle bunched. Repellent desire crept through my blood, tangling with the righteous nausea.

For long, torturous minutes, she sucked me.

And I let her.

For eternal, horrendous moments, she coaxed my body into forsaking me.

And I didn’t stop her.

The quicker she fucked me. The quicker she’d grow bored of me. The quicker I was free.

The bed creaked again as she climbed on top of me. Her thighs spread over my hips, straddling my cock.

Fuck.

This was really going to happen.

I groaned under my breath, sounding like a trapped animal waiting for slaughter as she speared up my cock and sank down slowly.

The first sensation of her body claiming mine was the cruellest thing in the world. Cruel because my virginity was Olin’s. Cruel because I was supposed to want this, enjoy this, remember this. Cruel because no matter how wrong and revolting this was, my body was no longer mine but an enemy, and it felt good.

Horribly, disgustingly good.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I trembled so much the bed rocked as my goddamn teacher inserted every inch of me inside her. She didn’t say a word until I was fully sheathed. Her body was hot and tight, and I was trapped. Totally fucking trapped.

“You’re big. Anyone ever tell you that?” Her breathy voice throbbed with sex. Her hips rolled, welcoming me deeper. “Long and thick. You were made to fuck, Gilbert Clark.” She rocked on top of me, dragging an unwilling grunt from my chest. “I’ll teach you everything you need to know.” Her fingernails raked down my chest as she sat higher on her knees and thrust against me.

Stars exploded behind my eyes. A snarl of lust ricocheted down my legs.

But I never removed my arm. Never looked at her. If I didn’t see, I wouldn’t remember. I wouldn’t have to look at my body in my most hated enemy.

She gathered speed, using me, fucking me. Her ass slapped against my thighs every time she sat on me, shoving me deeper, making me twitch and tense.

Primitive nature demanded I drive my hips upward. The instinctual motions of mating fighting against my control to just lie there.

I was not a willing partner.

I did not want this.

I fucking hated her.

I want to kill her.

Yet my body no longer listened to me.

Sweat broke out over my skin as I struggled, but Ms Tallup just bent over me and licked the salt from my flesh, making my nipples pebble and breath catch.

“You’ve been a good student at school, Gilbert.” She thrust again. “But you’re not being a very good one now.” Her fingers tugged at my arm blindfolding me—the one thing barricading me from the truth of what was happening. “Look at me. Watch me fuck you. I’ll show you things those whores you live with don’t know how to do.”

I turned my head, keeping my eyes locked tight as she dragged my arm from my face.

Her breathing turned to panting as she rocked over me, again and again. My ears pounded with my erratic pulse. My body hardened to the point of pain.

It wasn’t a natural erection.

It was forced. Just like this sex was forced. Just like all my choices had been forced.

And I hated her. I detested every sound, every thrust, every touch.

Anger mixed with the rapidly growing hunger in my blood. I wanted to wring her neck and throw her body in the river.