Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
I’m underwater now as I lean closer, pressing further, inhaling him into my lungs instead of air. The sensation of his muscles flexing under my fingertips and the feel of his power pulling me to newer depths.
The low, rough rumble of his voice vibrates through me. “Jumping my bones the second I walk in? Didn’t know you missed me that much, baby.”
“You’re ten minutes late, Professor,” I growl in his ear.
“And that’s enough to bring out the psycho in you?”
“I don’t like people who aren’t punctual.”
“Hmm. I don’t believe that’s the real issue.”
He grabs my hand holding the knife, dragging it down his coat, slicing through the expensive fabric like it’s nothing.
I let him. His fingers tighten around my wrist, guiding the blade lower…and lower…
“You want to know what your real issue is?” He stops right above his groin, and just when I think the crazy asshole will make me cut him, he twists my wrist, forcing the knife to fall and clatter on the ground.
“I think you just couldn’t stand the thought of me being with someone else.” He slams my palm on the bulge in his pants, and it grows beneath my touch, hardening at an alarming speed. “Your adorable jealousy drives me crazy, baby.”
I swallow, but don’t try to remove my hand. I love how his erection keeps lengthening and pressing against his pants and my hand. I love it so much, actually, I have to push my hips back so he doesn’t feel the evidence.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say in a quiet voice.
“Focus. We’re discussing your jealousy.”
“I don’t do that.” I squeeze him hard, a form of punishment so he’ll shut his trap.
His rough groan hums against me. “That’s it, make me hard so I can stuff my cock in your ass. I’m dying to fuck my pussy.”
I apply pressure to his bulge, my fingers digging in and tightening. “I told you that’s not going to happen.”
It happens so fast, I’m slightly disoriented.
Kayden shoves my hand away and turns to face me so easily, it almost feels like I wasn’t cornering him.
Was he pretending I was cornering him?
I step away, mostly because of how dark his eyes seem, so far from gray and close to black.
He folds both arms over his chest, staring me down, using every inch of his height to make me feel small.
I hate it when he does that.
“If that’s not going to happen, what are you doing here?” His voice is monotone and closed off, like the way he is in class. Completely detached and distant.
I narrow my eyes. “To put you in your place.”
“You know, I can tolerate your push-and-pull game for only so long before I snap.” His hand shoots in my direction and I step back, but he clutches my jaw and spins me around, then slams me against the door.
The rattle reverberates through my bones as I lift my hands, trying to remove his arm, but he jams his knees between mine, against my hardening cock.
He speaks so close to my mouth, his lips touch mine with every word. “You don’t get to act murderous over my date, drag me here with threats, and then play hard to get, Carson. That’s not how this game is played.”
My hand shoots up to his throat and I squeeze. “You were on a fucking date?”
A smirk tilts his lips. “Her name is Jessica. Hot, right? She’s one call away, and she definitely would let me fuck her whenever I please.”
“More like force her like the sick fuck you are.”
“I don’t do that with women. Or anyone, for that matter. I only reserve the uncivil treatment for little monsters like you.” He darts his tongue out and licks my jaw, my cheek, over and over as if he’s erasing something, leaving a trail of saliva that tingles. “I should punish you for letting that girl suck your face.”
He nibbles on my jaw and cheek and then sinks his teeth into my lower lip and pulls. “Teach you a lesson so you know who the fuck you belong to.”
“I don’t belong to you,” I speak in a low voice, one hand barely pushing at his stomach while the other is loose around his throat.
“In that case…” He presses his knee against my cock and I grunt. “I should invite someone who does before I actually take your ass by force. Jessica, for instance.”
Then he releases me.
Without so much as a glance, he strides to his bedroom, shrugging off his coat. “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”
I stand there for a second, seething. My body’s too warm, too hard, too fucking frustrated, and it’s unraveling everything I thought I knew.
Confusion claws at me. The pang in my chest, the murderous thoughts swirling in my head—toward him, toward myself. I even consider electrocuting one of us just to stop this madness.