Page 47 of Malicious Intentions

CHAPTER 31

Evan

“Lexi, open the door.”

“Fuck you, Evan. Go away.” Her voice is muffled, as though her face is buried in a pillow.

“Open the goddamn door.” I jiggle the handle, ready to break her fucking door down.

Her door flies open, and there she stands, looking pissed as hell. And so fucking beautiful.

She glares at me, her arms folded over her chest. “Listen, just forget what happened. I should’ve known better than to be nice to an asshole like you.” Rage and defiance burn in her mocha irises. “Besides, we need to steer clear of one another as much as possible,professor.”

I raise a brow, matching her posture. “Really?”

Sarcasm drips from her voice. “We need to keep our relationship professional. Strictly professor/student. Advisor/advisee. No blurred lines. Hey?—"

I push her backward until she hits the wall. “Let’s get one thing straight, Alexis.”

She glares at me, her anger increasing like the pressure in a volcano before an eruption. I knew calling her Alexis would piss her off.

“I’m trying to apologize for acting like an asshole, but you refuse to hear it.” I step closer, my body flush against hers. I breathe in her scent, taking it deep into my lungs and holding it.

“Why do I care about your apologies? You’ve proven that you’re nothing but an arrogant, entitled bastard who thinks the world revolves around him.” She turns her head away, avoiding my eyes. But I already saw the pain in them.

“You want to believe that, don’t you? Makes it easier to hate me.” I rub my nose along the side of her neck, stopping over her pulse, which pounds against her skin. “I’m not used to anyone being concerned about me, let alone taking care of my injuries. It made me defensive.”

Why the fuck did I tell her that? Christ, I’m acting like a pathetic sap.

She turns her head, her mocha eyes accessing me intently. “I don’t give a shit, professor.”

“Oh, I think you do. I’m the professor you wanna fuck.” I smirk as an outraged gasp leaves her lips.

“I donotwanna fuck you,” she snaps, eyes blazing from rage. “I want you to get out and leave me alone.”

“That’s not what you want.” I pin her arms overhead with one hand. She struggles against me, fighting and bucking. She tries to knee me in the balls, but I twist my body, grabbing her leg and throwing it over my hip.

Grinding against her, a grin spreads over my face when she closes her eyes, her jaw clenched. She’s trying so hard not to react, but the way she shivers is a dead giveaway that she’s turned on.

“Stop lying, bellissima.” My hand cups her breast, and her eyes fly open. “You want me. And I can prove it.”

I pull her away from the wall and toss her onto the bed. She bounces on the mattress before trying to scramble away, but I pounce, pinning her down.

“Lexi,” I rasp in her ear. She’s on her elbows, trying to buck me off, but it’s not working. “I’ll bet your pussy is soaked for me.”

“You’re not gonna—ouch.”

My hand cracks her ass before rubbing over it. A whimper slips out, telling me everything I need to know.

I smack her ass again, and she jerks before moaning. I use her distraction to my advantage, lifting my body from hers and dragging her sweatpants to her ankles. She squirms and fights, but it’s too late. I already have them down, revealing her perky ass in a thong.

“Your ass is so gorgeous when it’s red from my hand.” I lean over, kissing one of her cheeks before I bite it. She jerks, burying her face into the mattress to stifle her groan.

My hand lowers, sliding inside her panties. “So fucking wet for me.”

“Evan, stop. This isn’t right.”

I crawl up her body, my finger slipping inside her. “What isn’t right? Us? Cause this feels pretty damn right to me.”

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