Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
His mouth hung open as he nodded.
“You’ll regret this.”
“No, Professor. I won’t.” His voice shook as he said the words, and that made me smile. The side of me I hadn’t wanted him to see could feed off his fear.
“I’m not going to be gentle. I’m not going to be sweet. I’m going to use you. That’s the kind of man I am. I’m not the man you see in class every day.”
“I know that.”
“Do you? Do you have any idea what I did last night? I killed a man, and I didn’t think twice about it. The people I’m involved with would make Randall look like a preschool teacher.” He was shaking now as I backed him up against the wall. “Are you ready to run away now? Already regretting your choices?”
“I…”
“It’s too late. You came here ready to give yourself to me.” It’s not too late. You can stop this. You can be sensible. Not tonight. Sensible was beyond me. I couldn’t fight off my primitive emotions in this state.
Alex shook his head. “No, I didn’t. I mean, yes, but I wanted to make sure you were okay. I knew you wouldn’t skip class unless there was a good reason.”
“There was a good reason. My brother needed me to help defend him. He’s fucking a younger man—one he has no business touching. Why should I be any better?”
“Dr. Theriot—Dante. I…”
“What? Tell me.”
“I don’t want to run away. I want to stay here. I want you to tell me what happened. I want you to trust me.”
I shook my head. “I can’t talk about family business, but you can help me.”
“How?”
“Strip.”
“I…”
“You asked for this.”
Alex nodded.
“Are you feeling shy all of a sudden?”
“No. Yes. I don’t know.”
I was being cruel. He took a step closer, and then another, until he was standing right in front of me. “Do you want me to kiss you again?” I softened my voice a little. I liked him afraid, but I didn’t truly want to hurt him.
He nodded.
“You were looking for danger, and you found it.”
He wet his lips before speaking. “There’s something about you. From the moment I saw you running before we even had class, I had to find out who you were. I wanted to follow you everywhere. I need to at least look at you.”
I wrapped a hand around his neck. “That’s enough talking.”
He nodded as I slid my thumb up and down over his Adam’s apple. His lips parted, and he looked up at me. His eyes showed a mix of fear and desire. I liked that he had the sense to be afraid of me, but he’d pushed me too far. He was going to get what he’d been begging for.
And I was potentially going to fuck up the one thing I’d carved out for myself in my life.
In that moment, I didn’t care. All I cared about was pinning him underneath me and making him beg me to take everything I wanted. I pressed my body against his, forcing him into the wall behind him. He sank his teeth into his lower lip as I took hold of his wrists, dragged his arms over his head, and held them there.
“Look at me,” I demanded.
When his gaze met mine, he sucked in his breath, as if he could finally see the danger I posed.
“Are you scared?”
He shook his head. “No.”
I squeezed his wrists hard as I thrust my hips against him so my cock rubbed against his. “Don’t lie to me.”
“I… I’m not scared of you.”
“You should be.”
“Okay. I am, but…”
“But you like it.” I thrust against him again.
He closed his eyes and let his head tip back against the wall. “More. Please.”
I placed my lips right by his ear. “Do you really understand what you’re asking for?”
He nodded but turned away.
“Tell me what you want. If I’m risking my career over you, then I deserve to know exactly what you think this is about.”
“I want you.”
I took both of his wrists in one hand and gripped his chin with the other, forcing him to look at me. “No, tell me more.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
My cock was so fucking hard, but I needed to press for more. “We’re getting there. Why me?”
“Why not? You’re hot and forbidden, and you know what you’re doing.”
“I do know what I’m doing. I know how to make you beg, how to make you cry, how to make you lose your fucking mind.”
He nodded. “Yeah. All that.”
I studied him for a moment, trying to put what I sensed into words. “You’re running from something. You think I can make it better.”
“No, I don’t. I just…”
“You think I can solve all your problems with my cock.”
“I wouldn’t mind if you tried.”
That almost made me laugh. “You understand now that I have you here, I could do anything to you.”