Page 49 of Niko's Printsessa
She snickers, “We dated five months before I discovered he was married. His beautiful wife made a visit to the classroom and imagine my surprise. I stormed into his office and lost my shit. I was furious, with him and with myself. I couldn’t believe I was the other woman. Needless to say, I broke up with him. That should’ve been the end of us.”
My need to protect her seethes through my blood and my heart bangs against my ribs. Hearing about some other guy fucking her makes me see red, but I bite my tongue so she’ll continue.
“His class was tough and he had a reputation for the highest failure rate. I was a good student, and I was proud of my solid B. Until he started failing me. It didn’t matter that my work was correct.”
“Motherfucker.”
“I went to his office and lost my shit again, but he wasn’t fazed. I played right into his hands. He graciously offered to raise my grade, to what it was supposed to be, mind you, but it was going to cost me. I told him he already costed me five months of my life and he could go fuck himself. I threatened to go to the Dean, but he blocked the door, locking us in. Then, I really saw him for the monster he was, when he threw me across the room and my body slammed against his credenza. It felt like hitting a brick wall. His laugh was sick and disgusting, like he was enjoying my pain. And he was. I was in absolute shock. He kicked and punched me, cracking my ribs and gifting me a split lip. But get this, after beating me he fucking helped me up. Can you believe that? Helped me up! Talk about mind fuckery at its best.”
My fists clench, anger boiling in my chest. When I find this fucker he is going to suffer. I’m going to break all of his ribs and slice him into so many pieces, he’s going to beg for his death.
“He threatened to go to the Dean himself. He didn’t care about my last name. The one person who didn’t give a fuck that I was Becca Sokolov. He said, 'I know you’re a Sokolov, but if you tell anyone, I’ll post videos'.He had recorded us when we were together. Onlymyface was visible, me in precarious positions or my mouth wrapped around his dick. There was no way Zoya or my Pop could see that. He said he’d return my grade to a B and we could forget anything happened if I sucked him off one last time. He promised to destroy the videos and leave me alone.”
I pull her into my chest and squeeze tightly, wishing I could've been there to protect her. I'm never letting her go.
“I did it because I just wanted to be done with him. I feel like such an idiot. He had no intention of raising my grade, and he continued to blackmail me.”
She chokes on a sob. “First it was blowjobs, but by the time it was over he had raped me five times. He atoned himself each time, saying he wasn’t forcing himself because we had dated and fucked numerous times before.”
I cradle her in my arms and she hides her face in my chest.
I whisper, “I’m so sorry you carried this with you all these years. I wish… I wish so many things. That I could’ve stopped him, comforted you, killed him. I’m still going to kill him.”
She lifts her head to me. “There’s more.”
“I’m here.”
“I made it through the semester, got my B, and vowed to never take any of his courses, but we were far from over.”
I squeeze her arm gently, trying to give her the strength she needs.
“Just to be clear, Kira uses her mom’s last name, because Professor Small Dick was some important Russian Senator, when they lived there.”
“Okay.” I drag out the word.
“Fast forward to just a couple months ago. Mira invited us to her parents annual Fourth of July party. She’d invited me years before but for some reason or another I could never make it. I was either traveling or had family commitments. But this year I went to her party, and guess who answers the fucking door?”
“Professor Small Dick?”
“Bingo. With his wife hanging on his arm. Luckily, he went along and pretended we didn’t know each other, but I thought I was going to pass out or vomit, or both. I couldn’t believe what was happening. The professor I had an affair with and whoblackmailed me for sexual favors was Kira’s father. He didn’t even have a Russian accent!
“I wanted to race out of there, but I knew it would be suspicious. So I tried to steer clear of him, hoping enough time had passed that he’d leave me be. And he did. I didn’t see him most of the night. But my anxiety was sky high and I drank to calm my nerves. I drank way too much and eventually passed out in a guest room.”
She swallows heavily, “I woke up naked with him on top of me. I screamed. Mira ran in, her mother ran in, and he immediately accused me of coming on to him. He said he was just checking on me and I threw myself at him. Of course he was still dressed, and I was so drunk I couldn’t articulate what happened. It didn’t matter, they refused to listen. I was the slut, the whore, the one who took advantage of him.”
“I’ll slice him into a hundred pieces.”
“Mira threw me out, calling me every name in the book and accusing me of ruining her family. I think deep down she knew he’d been doing this type of shit all along, but she wasn’t going to air their dirty laundry. That was it, I left and we stopped talking. I even stopped talking to Trish. I was pissed how everything went down, but honestly, I was okay with ending our friendships.”
“I remember that.”
“Why?”
“When I’m not torturing someone or meeting a shipment or some other Bratva task, I’m making sure you get home safe.”
“You do? You have? For how long?”
“Since you could drink.”