Page 101 of Kiss the Villain

I reply to a few texts from Rachel—yes, the one who’s Kayden’s mom. I went to say goodbye at the airport two days ago and got her number before she left despite Kayden’s attempts to stop it. So Jina demanded to have my number, too, which I gladly gave.

We’ve been texting regularly in this group chat I made for the three of us. Mostly Rachel texts back, though. But Jina reads. Everything. Unless I talk about archery or shooting targets, then it’s Jina who’s chatty, while Rachel just sends GIFs that imply she’s bored.

I prefer Kayden’s moms over him, but I also get why he doesn’t like that I’ve been trying to milk them for information ever since that dinner a week ago.

I mean, I am, but he didn’t need to figure it out so fast.

Or try to throw in hidden meanings while his parents were there.

Anyway, he went back to campus a couple of days ago, and he’s been texting me since his moms left. Texts that I ignored but am reading through right now.

You finished playing hard to get, little monster?

If you are, I would love to pick up right where we left off.

By deflowering my pussy, I mean.

Don’t ignore me, baby. You make me so hard, it’s not even funny.

I’ve been dreaming about you begging me to fuck you in that hoarse little voice of yours and woke up with a massive erection.

Want to know how I resolved that problem?

Glad you asked. I closed my eyes and summoned the feel of how my cunt tightened around my tongue. Came straight away. Mmm. Just thinking about it makes my dick throb.

Why don’t you stop avoiding the inevitable and come to my place while I’m still asking nicely?

But then again, you’re not a fan of anything nice, are you? You get so hot and bothered at the idea of pain and being forced.

Have it your way. Let’s see how long you can run away.

The last two texts pissed me off, but the rest areacceptable.

Good to see him on the edge.

Dreaming of me, wanting me, going crazy about me, and not having me. He’s no different from all the other professors who’ve wanted to fuck me.

He should get in line.

My friends are talking about all sorts of stuff when my phone lights up with a text.

Dad

How was your day?

Me

Awesome. Got an A+ on a test.

You keep amazing me. I’m so proud of you, son.

Thanks, Dad.

I’m grinning wide. I love being his source of pride—something Killian definitely isn’t.

Something I wouldn’t be if he knew Kill and I have more in common than he thinks.

I miss hunting with you, Dad.

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