Page 151 of Kiss the Villain

“When I what? Talk to me.”

I gulp the ball in my drying throat. I don’t know why he always has the ability to ground me and wrench the words out of me.

“When you say things like I disappointed you over a meaningless case, it hurts. When you call me by my last name like we’re strangers, it hurts. I didn’t know I was capable of being hurt, but apparently, I am.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” He wipes beneath my eyes. “Won’t happen again. I promise.”

“I don’t want you to treat me like I’m special, but don’t say shit like being disappointed in me.”

“Is it important to you? That I’m not disappointed in you?”

“Yeah. So, like, don’t do it again.”

“I won’t.”

“If you do, I’ll stab you.”

He chuckles. “My worst fear.”

“Better be.” I smile and he kisses the corners of my mouth.

The dimples, I realize.

And my chest squeezes again. Fuck, I don’t think it’s a disease anymore.

His hand slides down to my erection. “Do you want to continue with the punishment?”

“Mmm. Are you threatening me with a good time, Professor?”

He laughs as he seals his lips to mine, sucking the tears off of them, sort of kissing me through it as I shudder and moan.

Then he does punish me by making me come on his cock and using my cum as lube to jerk off—which is hot as fuck. Then he chokes me with his cock and comes down my throat.

I’m delirious as he puts me back together again. My clothes. My hair. My jeans. But he doesn’t hide the hickeys he left on my collarbone, wanting the whole world to know I’m taken.

I leave some of my own, too, which will make all those crushing on him lose their minds trying to pin down Professor Lockwood’swildpartner.

Lately, I’ve been wanting to shout,That would be me, bitches!

The other day, I posted a picture of myself on IG, pulling my collar to the side to reveal a few hickeys he left there, with the caption:My favorite dirty little secret.

The others gave me a hard time, thinking they’re from some new girl I’m into, but I just smiled and brushed it off. It’s not for them anyway. It’s so for me—and him if he stalks my social media.

As Kayden drops a kiss to my forehead, all I can think about is the disease in my chest—or the lack thereof.

V was right.

A chilling epiphany settles over me: I might have deep, unsettling feelings for my professor.

26

KAYDEN

Where are you?

What are you doing?

Who are you with?

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