So I surrender instead.
I grab my professor’s shirt, pulling him down to me. Our mouths collide in a violent kiss that bruises my lips as I moan into him. He grabs my hair, twisting his grip painfully enough to make me gasp.
But I fucking love it.
And that’s why I stop.
Because, God, Iloveit.
I’m degrees more fucked up than I thought I was. This man openly proclaimed that he’d use me again if he wanted.
He could shove me in his car right now.
…I want him to. I want him to. Ifuckingwant him?—
Bastian laughs as I shove my hands into his chest. He rocks back against his car, a slow smile pulling at his mouth. “Talk about mixed signals,” he scoffs.
I nearly knee him in the groin.
But thank God, I walk away instead.
When I emerge from behind the boulder, I see Kai heading back inside the building, back turned.
Thank fuck he didn’t see.
I don’t understand what just happened. How the hell would I explain it to him?
Hang on.
Just one fucking minute.
Why the hell would I explainanythingto Kai enemy-of-the-state Jordan?
Asshole.
Psycho fucking asshole.
Both of them.
I walk even faster, trying to outrun the feelings trying to catch up with me. But the faster I walk, the harder my thighs rub together, the more aware I am of my damp underwear.
My period should have stopped already, but for the first time, I’m hoping it’s blood.
Chapter 40
Haven
I hate football.
Actually,hate’snot strong enough.
I fucking despise it with the passion of a thousand flaming dumpsters. Sweaty men in tight pants crashing into each other just to grab some misshapen ball while the crowd screams like they’re in the coliseums of Rome watching gladiators battle it out?
Hard pass.
Yet here I am, wedged between Melissa and Abigail on AHC’s freezing metal bleachers, surrounded by our official colors, black and yellow.
The Agony Hollow Hornets are playing some team from Cinderhart Academy, and judging by the scoreboard, we’re getting our asses handed to us.
