One Night Mistake… Now I Carry the Mafia Heir

Chapter 73: 73/The Price of Silence

Chapter 73

Stephanie’s Point of View

I was completely distraught. My heart pounded so violently I could feel its heavy thud in my throat. Did he truly intend to exercise his authority and punish me inside this locked office? What did he plan to do to me this time?

"I... I don’t know why you called for me, Professor," I said, my voice trembling as it barely escaped my quivering lips.

He shot me a sharp look that pierced the solemn silence of the office, as if his eyes were searching for the truth in the depths of my soul. "Yes, you do. You know exactly why, Stephanie," he said in a calm, confident tone.

I swallowed hard, my throat feeling parched. "Do you want to punish me?" I asked, weak and defeated.

"Very good," he replied coldly, watching my reaction. "Your deduction is spot on, and your answer this time is correct."

"But why?" I asked, trying to understand his strange logic that blurred the lines between academia and that dark desire for control. "What did I do to deserve a formal punishment in your office?"

"First," he answered, stepping closer until his powerful, masculine scent overwhelmed me, "the punishment for daring to draw me in your notebook without telling me the real reason has not yet expired. Second, your failure to answer my core question in today’s lecture cannot pass in peace."

"Professor, please... that question wasn’t ordinary! It was difficult and deeply philosophical!" I said, trying to defend myself in a desperate effort.

"You should have known the answer, Stephanie," he replied with a sternness that brooked no argument or discussion. "You aren’t just any ordinary student in my class."

With his confident stride and dignified steps, he walked toward the large leather office chair and sat with an imposing presence. Then, in a commanding tone that made my knees shake, he said: "Come here. Closer."

I walked around the massive desk with faltering steps, my heart nearly leaping out of my chest, and stood right beside him. He turned the chair toward me and leaned back with lethal coldness, watching me with scrutinizing eyes. Then he uttered the words that made the world spin beneath me as if an earthquake had struck: "Unbutton your school shirt... now."

I was utterly stunned. My eyes widened in disbelief and shock. "What? Professor... what are you asking?"

"I said unbutton your shirt," he replied in a sharp tone that made my body flinch like a bird drenched by rain. "Don’t force me to repeat my orders twice. You know I don’t like repetition."

My trembling hand reached slowly for my school tie, undoing the knot helplessly. Then I began to undo the first button with shaking fingertips. He watched every precise movement of my fingers with hawk-like eyes that didn’t blink for a second, while my entire body shuddered from the extreme tension and the blush that stained my face the color of blood. I opened the second button, then the third, until I had finished them all and my shirt hung open.

Though he had seen my chest before on that ill-fated, humiliating day when the bullies tied me up in the gym and left me half-naked until he entered, rescued me, and covered me with his own shirt I felt a soul-crushing shame in this moment. I had always felt inadequate because my chest was small and soft, just as the girls mocked me and called it "flat." I couldn’t bear the thought of his eyes falling upon it in this shameful situation.

"Closer," he said with a terrifying calmness that preceded the storm.

I took hesitant steps toward him, stopping right in front of him with only inches between us. He remained staring at me and my chest, covered only by a simple black bra that highlighted the paleness of my skin.

I saw how his hand gripped the leather armrest of the chair with such immense force that his knuckles turned white, and how he bit his lower lip in a lightning-fast motion a sign of an intense internal struggle that no one would have noticed except someone as drowned in his details as I was.

We remained in this state for a long time, a stifling silence broken only by my rapid breathing, until I spoke with difficulty: "Professor... when... when will this punishment end?"

"You are delusional," he said in his deep, resonant voice that sent a shiver through me terrifying and delicious all at once. "The real punishment hasn’t even begun yet."

I felt a harsh coldness seep into my bones, as if the walls of the office were closing in to stifle me. He continued coldly, fixing his gaze on mine: "I remind you, Stephanie, it was you who gave me the pledge and allowed me to do with you as I wish as compensation for your mistakes." A real panic gripped me; I began to realize the magnitude of the trouble I had gotten myself into when I gave this man absolute power over my body and dignity.

"Turn around," he added firmly. "Give me your back."

My body stiffened completely. I wondered with a trembling heart: Was he going to slap me again like he did yesterday? I turned around very slowly, and in the blink of an eye, I felt his large, strong hand grip my waist and pull me toward him with immense force, seating me on his firm, tensed thigh.

He kept one hand on my waist while he began to pass the other hand along the length of my thigh with a provocative slowness. I felt a sudden heat invade my shivering body; the feel of his rough skin against my bare skin confused my breath and made my thoughts stop.

"That day I found you tied up like a sacrificial lamb in the hall..." he suddenly asked, fixing his gaze on mine from a very close distance. "Who dared to do that?"

Why was he opening this wound now? I swallowed and said in a faint voice, trying to hide the truth: "No one... it was just a heavy prank."

Suddenly, and without warning, he pinched my thigh so hard it made me jump. I let out a soft groan, closing my eyes from the intensity of the pain. "I’ll ask again," he said with terrifying sternness. "Who did it?"

"I told you... no one," I insisted out of weakness and fear of the girls’ revenge.

He pinched me a second time in the same spot, even harder. I groaned again, my body quivering in his strong hands. "This is your last chance to be honest with me," he said in a final warning tone. "Who did this to you?"

The answer was impossible for me. I knew for certain that snitching on those bullies would turn my school life into an unbearable hell. "No one, Professor," I said with desperate persistence.

He shook his head slowly, as if his patience had completely run out. Then he uttered his final command, which made my breath stop and my mind cease to function: "Then... unhook your bra."

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[ Well, I’ll admit I don’t really know what the characters in the story are like because I’m just a conduit for their voices to reach you, but it seems Stephanie is a masochist, lol Cedric and Alexander both have a love of control; let’s say they’re sadists. My dear beauties, I don’t know where this story will go, lol ]