Page 40 of Kiss the Villain

It jerks and pulses in his hand—like a fucking hormonal freak. Even with the drugs, I shouldn’t have this much of a visceral reaction to another man touching me.

And not just any man, but my professor who definitely enjoys overpowering and dominating me.

He squeezes me at the base and we both watch, me in horror, him in fascination, as it lengthens in his grip. “Mmm. You have a pretty cock. Huge, too. Not that I’m a cock connoisseur per se, but this is beautiful.”

My breath hitches, my head growing dizzy as all my blood rushes to my groin.

“Let me go. Now,” I growl, not really meaning it.

No, I do.

I don’t?

He jerks my cock from base to tip, circling the crown with his thumb. Sticky precum slides over the sensitive skin, down my length, on his hand.

Everywhere.

“Fuck.” A moan echoes in the air and I realize it’s mine.

“You’re weeping already. Want to come for me, baby?”

“I’m not your fucking baby—” I grunt as he pinches my nipple at the same time as he squeezes my cock. It hurts and I like it.

Why the fuck do Ilikeit?

No one has ever touched me this way before, and I would never give anyone this type of power over me. But this motherfucker just snatched it away, regardless of what I think.

And Ilikeit?

Someone needs to electroshock me.

“Mmm. You’re getting so hard,baby.” He smiles after stressing the word. “You’re making a goddamn mess.”

I am. My precum is all over the place and I hate it. I hate that he’s the one dragging out this part of me. I’m not even supposed to get hard when I don’t want to, let alone be…like this.

“You know why you’re making a mess?”

“S-shut up.”

“You like how I touch you. When I hurt you.”

He leans down and bites my nipple, and I grunt as his teeth sink into the skin so deep, I think he’ll draw blood. But then his tongue darts out, leaving a sticky trail on the assaulted skin as a dark chuckle leaves him.

“Youdolike it.” He bites the sensitive tip again as he looks at me, his eyes darkening when I groan.

He hums, the sound sending bolts of electricity through my nipple. “I have a fucking masochist on my hands. Interesting.”

“It’s the fucking drugs.” I let out a grunt.

“I don’t think the drugs can make you enjoy something you’re not into.” He jerks me again, rougher this time.

His fingers squeeze my length, and I shake. Uncontrollably.

His movements are controlled but firm. Painful, even. He times twisting the crown of my cock with biting and pulling my nipple between his teeth.

It’s driving me insane.

Pulling at strings I didn’t know I had.

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