Page 64 of Bad Kind of Love

“No, not until you tell me why you decided to give me a shitty grade.” I cross my arms while lifting my chin high in defiance.

“Shitty work deserves a shitty grade.” He argues back, but I didn’t believe him. Uncrossing my arms, I take a confident step forward and he doesn’t seem to back down. His hair was hanging down low, making him appear more sinister than he actually was. He glowered down at me attempting to scare me off, but he should know by now that I wasn’t scared of anything.

Especially him.

“Then you obviously don’t have a fucking heart.” I jab at his chest. “I poured everything into that essay and giving me that low of a grade is an insult.” My breathing is heavy, as my finger still rests on his hard chest.

“Alright then, O’Connor.” He pushes into my finger, causing me to immediately pull it back. “Since you believe in love, what does it mean to you?”

Stepping back, I gaze up into his eyes confused. “What? What will that prove?” I scoff by his ridiculous question.

“That you really are naive.”

“Just because I believe in the idea of love, doesn’t make me naive.” I snap back, fed up with his blatant hatred towards me.

“So what was your plan?” He takes a small step forward. “Come here and demand that I change my mind about your grade?” He scoffs, staring down at me like I’m a child but he knew I was anything but.

“Maybe.” I stood my ground as my heart beat like a jack rabbit. I could have easily confronted him Monday morning, but this plan seemed better. I had him alone, vulnerable and I wasn’t backing down anytime soon.

Taking another step forward, he stops just as the tips of our shoes are almost touching. His focus remains on me, but I can tell he’s ready to walk away. “Go home, Becca.”

His words sound forced, almost like he wanted to say “stay.”

“No. I’m not leaving until you change it.”

He laughs.

He fucking laughs in my face, but it soon turns menacing as he closes the small gap between us.

“Then you’ll be waiting a long fucking time.” His breathing was labored and I found myself staring into the same hungry eyes as the night in the pool. They dip down my face and back up and I feel my back bump against the wall.

I chose my words carefully this time, because whatever came out of my mouth next, was either going to set him off or cause him to walk away.

“I don’t mind.”

In that moment, something flickered within his eyes. Something that sparked the burning fire inside of him, causing his head to drop and mouth to descend on mine. He wasn’t gentle- After all this pent up energy between us, he finally gave into the inevitable.

I quickly tangled my arms around his neck, and fought hard against his lips, matching every bite of his teeth and flick of his tongue. He tasted sinful, almost too good to be true as I tugged on his loose strands of hair.

I needed more.

I needed his cruel words and vicious tongue, anything that would ease the pain I was experiencing.

Ripping my mouth away from his, I quickly smack him across the cheek in hopes of setting him off.

As his head went flying to one side revealing a red hand print, I knew I was screwed.

“You’re gonna pay for that, O’Connor.” He growls as desire glazes over his eyes.

I wasn’t the only fucked up one who needed pain.

He lived, breathed, and fucked in the darkness.

His hands found the crease between my ass and thighs and he roughly lifted me off the ground till my legs wrapped tightly around him.

“Yah?” I half moan half whimper. “You finally gonna fuck your student?” I rotate my hips, rubbing myself all over his protruding cock.

Instead of acknowledging me, he starts walking us down the hall and into his bedroom. “Worse.” He hisses as he drops me down onto the bed. I watch in confusion as he slams the door closed, leaving us in complete darkness.

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