Page 147 of Kiss the Villain

I crave how he dominates me, that I can give up control to him and he’ll set my world ablaze. He stops my brain from overthinking and makes me feel powerful in my submission.

In a way, I just like…letting go when I’m with him. I don’t have to worry about anything, because he’ll make everything right.

I’m accepting my sexuality better now and even get frustrated when we don’t have sex for…two days.

That’s my limit, don’t judge.

I think my dick is having its revenge for all the lackluster fucks I put him through.

Kayden fixes that by edging me until I beg. He loves keeping me on the brink, and I love when he forces me on my hands and knees, leaving me no way out.

It’s our dynamic. Not something average people would call healthy, but it works for us.

At least, in the bedroom. Or when it’s just the two of us.

On campus, though? He’s indifferent. I get that it’s a necessity, but he doesn’t have to be such anassholeabout it. Like earlier.

Or like every single time we’ve worked on the trial case.

“Hey, handsome,” a low voice whispers in my ear.

I glance up to find Morgan scooting her chair closer, her overwhelming floral perfume practically punching me in the gut.

Class isn’t even over yet—I check my watch to confirm. I don’t want to seehim, but I also don’t want to give the bastard a reason to act on his latest threat.

“You skipped?” I ask her.

“Overslept. Whoopsie.” She giggles softly. “Figured it was better to stay out than risk Professor Lockwood scolding me. You know how big he is on punctuality.”

“More like punctual pain in the ass,” I mutter under my breath.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“What are you doing here anyway?” she asks, sliding her hand into mine and leaning closer to whisper, “Not that I’m complaining. I really missed you and your big dick.”

“Don’t.” I pull my hand away from hers.

I could swear her touch used to do something to me once—don’t ask me what, but it was there. Now? Every touch disgusts me.

With one glaring exception.

“But why?” She pouts, her big purple lips looking cartoonishly exaggerated.

“Not interested, Morgan.”

“What if I bring a friend?”

I raise a brow. “Like who?”

“Who do you want?”

“Hmm. How about Zara?”

“Not her. She swings the other way.”

“Oh? Who told you that?”

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