Page 77 of Kiss the Villain

“But you do. You didn’t like it when I called you a kid.”

“That’s because I’m not.” He pops a strawberry into his mouth, and I fight to keep my attention from lingering on the red tinting his lips. “And I’m not falling for your changing-the-subject tactic, by the way. Why do you seem to know a lot of things about me? Like my brother being diagnosed? My relationship with my dad? Are you stalking me?”

“Wouldn’t you love that?” I drag my gaze from his mouth to his eyes. “It didn’t take much effort to piece it together. Your brother is an attention whore, and plenty of professors are aware of his diagnosis. A quick dive into both his and your social media gave me all the pieces I needed. In case it’s not obvious, I have a knack for spotting patterns.”

“So youarestalking me.” Another strawberry. And another. He stuffs his mouth with three at the same time, and I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows them down. “You have IG?”

“Show some respect for your field of study and articulate your words fully. Don’t lower yourself to the brainless habits of your peers.”

“IG is Instagram, you dinosaur. You know, this app on which you can upload photos and videos so people can swoon and drool at your fake life?”

“I know what Instagram is, and I don’t use social media.”

“Hmm. Sus af.”

“Carson.”

“What?”

“Full words.”

“Suspicious as fuck, Professor.”

“Language.”

“You’re the one who wanted full words.” He lifts his shoulder in a small shrug and eats more strawberries, one after the other, like a ravenous kid.

His mind is so sharp and criminally cunning that I often forget he’s only twenty-two.

Twenty-one.

“So tell me, little monster, why are you here? Don’t tell me you made the trip just to steal my strawberries.” My voice lowers. “Unless you had another thing in mind to wrap those lips around?”

Carson shoots me a glare, pushing the bowl with only three strawberries left across the counter as he stands up, sliding between me and the stool.

He wants to tower over me. And I let him. Because I love how the lines in his face harden, and I want to see what the little menace is up to.

“Speaking of lips, how many other students have wrapped theirs around your cock, Professor?”

“How many do you think?”

His hand shoots to my neck before I can stop it, and he squeezes the flesh. It’s strong enough that my breathing is cut off, but I allow him to choke me.

Who would’ve known his psychotic side was this adorable?

And a turn-on.

Because my cock is lengthening by the second.

But then again, I happen to be in this state whenever he’s around.

This is turning into a serious problem.

“You seem to think I can’t kill you just because I didn’t last time.” He lowers his face, speaking so close to my mouth, I can taste the strawberry off his lips. “You’re right, I do repress that part of me, but it’s such a hassle whenever I see your fucking face.”

“Language,” I strain through a smile.

“You—” He exhales sharply. “Did Zara suck your cock? Is that why you were singing her praises?”

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