Anticipation.
I can’t move, can’t fucking breathe…because I want to know what comes next.
His breath warms the side of my neck, causing goosebumps to break out over my skin. “You close your eyes and all you can see is me. All you can hear is my voice. Even when you’re filling up every inch of Haven’s tight little cunt, all you can think about is howI’dfeel.”
“I said shut up!”
His lips brush my ear, a deeply inappropriate growl rumbling against the side of my neck. “Make me, boy.”
Fuck. What the fuck am I still doing here? I should leave.
But he’s right.
I’d just be thinking about him the entire time.
He laughs when I grab him by the collar and doesn’t even try to stop me as I back him up. But Jesus, the grunt he makes when I slam him against the bookshelf is going to live rent-free in my head for decades.
Books topple.
Neither of us bothers looking.
“You think you’re so fucking smart,” I snarl, my face an inch from his. “You think you know everything about me.”
“I know enough.” He’s not fighting back. Not even tensing. Just watching me with those dark eyes. “You kissed me first in that alley, Kai.”
His hand comes up, fingers wrapping around my wrist where I’m gripping his collar. Not pulling me off. Just…holding.
“Poor boy.” His thumb strokes across my pulse point, and I hate how my breath catches. “So confused. So conflicted. Telling yourself you’re here because you’re worried about Haven, when you’re hiding?—“
I tighten my grip, twisting the fabric. “I’m not hiding!”
“You’re hiding in her pussy.” The look in his eyes is as brutal as his words. “Every time you fuck her, you’re thinking about me. Every time she comes, you’re wondering what I’d sound like. What I’d taste like.” He leans closer, our mouths too close—but not close enough. “How often have you wondered if I’d let you be on top, or if I’d pin you down and take what I want?”
I shove him harder against the shelf. A vase wobbles precariously before crashing to the floor.
“You don’t know shit about what I want.”
“I know you want to hurt me.” His voice is infuriatingly calm. “I know you want to fuck me. And you can’t figure out which one you want more.”
My grip falters.
Because he’s right. He’s fucking right, and I hate him for it.
“What’s the matter, boy?” He’s smirking now. Actually fucking smirking. “Afraid you’ll like it too much? Or are you afraid of what Haven will think when she finds out her big manly boyfriend is gagging on her professor’s cock again?”
I don’t decide to kiss him. One second I’m snarling in his face, the next my mouth is on his, brutal and furious.
When his tongue pushes against mine, I fight it back. When he grabs my throat, I bite down on his lip hard enough to draw blood.
He groans into my mouth. Not in pain. The way he grinds his hips against mine so I can feel the hard length of his cock, I can tell the sick fuck actually likes it.
Fine by me.
I’m not planning on going easy.
I yank his shirt open, buttons scattering across the floor. My hands find his chest, his stomach, the trail of dark hair disappearing below his belt. He’s lean and hard and his skin is so fucking warm under my palms I can’t help but dip my head and trail my tongue up his neck.
“Kai—” he starts, but I cut him off with another kiss, shoving my tongue into his mouth like I’m trying to choke him with it.
