Page 59 of Bad Kind of Love

“Do it.” I encourage, circling my hips around his still hard cock. “I want you too.”

I try to pull myself closer to him, but his hands drop my thighs and I fall into the pool.

“You don’t know what the fuck you want.” He curses while dragging a hand through his damp hair.

Glaring, I cross my arms, trying to conceal myself and the hurt I feel from his rejection. “I know that even though you’re an asshole who doesn’t deserve me, I can’t stop thinking about you.” I shout, causing his stare to go wild with rage.

“It’s not happening.” He growls. “We’re not happening.” He turns around and begins to pull himself out of the pool and I’m half tempted to drag him back.

“So you’re just going to what? Lead me on like that and leave?” I yell fuming. “I’m eighteen now, fuck the rules. And for once, tell me how I know you feel about me and stop lying.”

He pretends to not hear me as he begins stepping into his jeans and pulling them up his legs.

“I’m talking to you!” I splash water in his direction and he finally acknowledges me.

“I’m still you’re fucking teacher. I could lose everything because of this.” He points between us. “I don’t know what you think you know about how I feel, but you don’t. You have no fucking clue.” His chest heaves in and out. “Whatever happened here stays between us, and I can promise you, it’ll never happen again.”

And with that, he continues to dress as my paralyzed body watches him in complete disgust.

“You really are the devil.” I spit.

With his jacket in his grip, he gives me one last glance. “I never said I wasn't.”

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