Page 35 of Tormented Kings

My eyes drop to his hand gripping the pen, the muscles in his arms flexing as he marks.

All I can think about is how his arms would feel if he picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he holds me up with one hand, pulling my panties to the side so he could drive his thick, hot, throbbing coc—

“Miss Evans?” a clipped, annoyed voice snaps me out of my little sexual daydream. My eyes dart forward, finding my professor watching me, arms crossed, brow raised.

Panic fills me as I flush with embarrassment. I can feel everyone's eyes on me, watching me, waiting. “Yes?” I clear my throat, sinking into my chair.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes,” I say too quickly. “Yup, everything is wonderful.”

The class softly snickers, and I inwardly groan.

“I’m glad you think this class is wonderful. But if that's the case, then would you be so kind as to answer the question I asked you.”

Shit. He asked me a question? Fuck.

“Um...” I lick my lips. “Could you repeat it for me, please?”

He sighs, shaking his head. He repeats the question, and I answer, grateful that I get it right and don’t make even more of a fool of myself. Afterwards, I pull my hair around my face and pretend it’s shielding me from everyone around me.

Of course, all of it happened in front of Collin. It’s his fault. All of it.

Sneaking a glance, I find his eyes are still on the paper, but there’s this cocky smirk on his face that I’d love to slap off right about now.

I manage to get through the rest of the class without looking in Collin’s direction. When class is over, I quickly pack my things up and head for the door in hopes of avoiding my... boyfriend? Is that what we are?

We haven’t talked since he told me to think about it. Meaning he doesn’t know what the guys and I talked about. He did text me, checking in on me, but he hasn’t pried.

And I hate it. Before, his dominating presence was a little much, but I didn’t know how much I’d come to like it until it stopped.

He’s changed, even if it’s only been a few days. I hate it. I want my crazy Collin back.

As if the universe could read my mind, Collin catches me by the arm just as I step outside of the school. What the fuck? How did he get out here before me?

“Hey, Sadie,” Collin murmurs, pulling me into a dark corner.

“What are you doing?” My eyes flick around, making sure no one is watching.

“I needed to see you.” He tucks some hair behind my ear, fingers lingering a moment before he slides them into my hair. I bite my lip, holding back a whimper as he presses his body against mine. “I missed you. You’ve been on my mind every second of every day.”

“Really?” I ask, a spark of bitterness seeping through. “Because it’s been almost a week since I’ve seen you.” Lie, it’s only been three days, but it feels like a week. “And you’ve only sent a few text messages. I haven’t seen you once. Where’s the Collin who would follow me around like he was my shadow?”

A slow smile curls on his lips. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you missed my persistent presence.”

“Maybe,” I whisper.

“Sadie.” He raises a brow. “Don’t lie to me, baby.”

“Okay, fine, I miss your stalking ass,” I huff. “And I miss you. Where have you been?”

“Giving you space, like I said I would. I didn’t want to overwhelm you.”

Damn it. Now he’s being sweet. I let out a sigh. “I’m done with space. A lot has happened since we had our talk, and I wanted to talk to you about it, but I didn’t think you wanted to see me because you’ve hardly texted and—”

He cuts me off with a kiss. A soul-consuming, toe-curling kiss that has me whimpering against his lips. Pulling back again, grazing my lips with his teeth, he lets go.

“Have I told you today how much I love you?” His voice is raspy, thick with need, and I’m seconds away from begging him to fuck me. Students be damned.

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