Page 37 of Kiss the Villain

This is no typical professor's body, not by a long shot.

I watch, unable to look away, as his veiny hand drags slowly down his abs, each movement deliberate, hypnotic. His fingers pause at his V-line, the muscles flexing under his touch as they linger there.

But he doesn’t have to go on for me to see his cock standing at attention.

Maybe it’s because his muscular thighs are naked, but it seems revoltingly bigger than the last time.

“Look what you’ve done.” He rubs his stubbled jaw, his eyes looking as dark and empty as the night outside. “Your fight really turns me on, little monster.”

Sick motherfucker.

I sit up in bed, my movements already a bit lethargic.

But I have to get the fuck out of here before the drug kicks in. There’s no way in hell I’ll be in this asshole’s space when that happens.

I need to go back to the drawing board and come up with a better plan to ruin this bastard once and for all?—

“Where do you think you’re going?”

He stands in front of me, his hand shooting to my face before I can dodge. No, my reflexes are dulled.

Icouldn’tdodge.

…right?

Cruel long fingers dig into my cheeks. “You didn’t possibly think you could be a little cocktease, then fuck off, did you?”

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GARETH

The skin where he touches me burns worse than hellfire.

I latch on to his hand and try to pull it off, but I might as well be pushing a slab of steel. I’m not weak by any means. I work out and take great pride in my ability to squash people beneath my prim-and-proper looks.

But this asshole is different.

He uses violence as a method to exert power.

It doesn’t add up with the rest of his fucking boring life.

“Let me go,” I grind out from between clenched teeth.

He tilts his head to the side, his lips curling. “Say please.”

“Please go fuck yourself, Professor.”

“Why would I do that when I have you to fuck?”

I swallow and he can feel it, because those dead eyes spark. I noticed they only do that when he’s messing with me.

When he has me under his thumb.

“You obviously want to be fucked, too, or you wouldn’t have come here.”

“I don’t want to be fucked and will never allow it.”

“Never is a reach.”

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