She continues to silently stare forward before storing the pencil away. Smart girl.
If Stella had her way, I’d be limping out of here with that fucking pencil jammed in my thigh, or worse, bleeding out from an artery in my neck.
“What are you doing here, Kirill?” she asks, still not looking at me.
“It’s Kill,” I remind her. “And do I need a reason? You never seem to have one when you show up unannounced at my place of business,” I all but whisper in her ear, running my fingers through the strands of her hair.
She turns just enough to slap my hand away, then immediately puts on a fake smile when the professor glances over.
“Play nice, Stella.Wouldn’t want your teacher docking your grade just because you made a scene in his classroom.”
“I’m going to kill you,” she hisses through gritted teeth.
“What would be the fun in that, when there are so many more pleasurable things you could do to me instead?”
“Believe me, imagining slicing you open right now would give me immense pleasure.”
I can’t help but chuckle at her attempts at foreplay. She thinks her fury scares me. But all it does is make me want to get closer and see just how hot she really burns. Her mouth says hate, but the heat in her eyes says something else.
“So aggressive. You really know the way into a man’s heart, don’t you?”
She keeps her gaze locked on the professor, but I know her focus is entirely on me.
“God, I hate you,” she mutters. “I must’ve done something awful in a past life to end up with you stalking me.”
“Stalking?” I let out a loud laugh, which earns me a hand on my thigh. Not a gentle one, but a hard squeeze.
“A little more to the right,milaya,” I tease, but to my surprise, the temptress doesn’t hold back.
Stella’s hand moves, sudden and deliberate, and for a heartbeat, I forget to breathe. The surprise burns out fast, replaced by the sharp edge of panic when I realize her intention. I suck in a sharp breath when she takes a firm grip over the edges of my cock, terrified she might somehow manage to rip it clean off.
“What was that again? Cat got your tongue, Kill?” She smiles overtly sweetly, this time having no qualms in looking me dead in the eye.
“Baby, that’s not a toy,” I manage to grit out. “If you want to play with it, I won’t stop you. Just… not… so… rough.”
She presses even harder.Blyad. I grip the armrest with both hands, grounding myself against the intense sting and holding back an undignified sound.
“I thought a man like you would like it rough,” she mocks, leaning in close until our noses almost touch.
“I like a great many things,” I whisper in pain. “And I’d be happy to show you every last one of them. But for that, I’ll need my cock in one piece,milaya.”
She lets go with a scoff, muttering something Italian under her breath and backing her face away from mine. “Stop calling me darling. I’m no man’s darling.”
I take a second to confirm everything’s still intact before grabbing her chin to look at me once more, making sure our faces are only a breath apart.
“Then what should I call you?Lapochka?Zayka?”I laugh softly when her eyes flash with unfiltered venom. But then something shifts inside me… an ache I feel before the next word leaves my mouth.“Moya dusha.”
Her brows furrow in clear confusion.
Well, that makes two of us.
I clear my throat and lean back, my cool mask back in place. “Milayafits for now.”
“Whatever,” she mutters, brushing the startling remark aside. “If pet names are your kink, I’ve got a few for you, too. Asshole comes to mind.”
“You’re just sore I decided to play in your playground for once.”
“This isn’t a playground. It’s my future, you big idiot. And this little prank of yours is sure to trickle down to my father’s ears.” She groans, eyeing the few classmates who still can’t keep their eyes off us.
