Stalked by my Professor Novel

Chapter 14 When I center myself above Haven, Kai falls to the side without a fight, mouth still open in surprise. Discover more novels at findnovel.net I tilt my head. "Were you planning on fucking her with a limp dick?" The color on his cheeks deepens, but he doesn't drop his head. Doesn't look away. He's grown bolder now that he's tasted his lover's lips. And her cunt. But not bold enough to take what he thinks is rightfully his. Although I do wish he'd try. "No one's fucking me," Haven says. I laugh, cock my head in her direction as I push onto my knees, shoulders going back.

"Hear that, boy? She says she doesn't want either of us." "No." Haven tugs at the ropes binding her wrists, her chain clattering against her collar. "I'm done. Let me go." Kai's gaze flickers to her, but they're back on me a second later. Face blank, lips parted. He takes a big breath and then goes to untie her. I snatch his hair, and he yells when I yank him back. Turn him to face me. He has both hands on my wrist, face contorted with pain. Everything is more intense on MDMA. Pleasure. Pain. He probably wishes he was coming down already.

"Kai," Haven says, squirming under us, her legs trying to close. Impossible, with both my legs and one of Kai's between hers. "Please." It's a little whimper of a word, utterly meaningless to me. But it hits Kai hard, and he grabs my throat again. I smile, leaning into the pressure, pulling his head back even more. "Think you've got what it takes?" I murmur, scanning his face as he struggles with whatever perceived morals are holding him back. "Better be sure, because you'll only get one chance, boy." His lips tremble. "She said no." I release his hair, grab his arm instead.

Press down on the bite marks on his skin. He winces, but I keep applying more pressure. "When did you grow a conscience? Because this-" I press harder "-doesn't imply consent." "Just stop. Please," Haven says. The headboard thumps against the wall as she yanks at her hands. "I've had enough. We've all had enough." I reach down, slip my hand over Haven's throat. "Quiet, girl. We'll let you know when you can speak." Haven coughs. The headboard bangs. Her little collar rattles. Kai presses harder on my throat, adding his other hand.

But he doesn't know the first thing about what strength truly is. I seize his throat too, much harder, and the shock in his eyes makes my cock bounce in anticipation as blood surges into it. He lets go of me, grabbing my wrist, trying to pull me away. Shock is swiftly replaced by panic. Then fear. But his eyes keep going to Haven. So not fear for himself. That I'm going to hurt this girl he claims he doesn't love, and he won't be able to stop me. "We're not done until I say we're done." I lean closer to him, studying him from a few inches away.

He could have gone for my eyes, tried to claw them out. My testes, tried to wrench them out. But if he'd been willing to do any of those, he'd have been just as willing to stop this before it started. The Corruption of Haven Lee. Starring Bastian Rooke and Kai Jordan. When I laugh, the fear in his eyes becomes terror. "Keep swallowing like that, boy, and I'll be forced to feed you my cock." He yanks my arm so hard that I lose my grip, leaving marks on his neck, and then he's falling over backward on the bed, onto the floor, scrambling up.

Haven gasps when my hand falls away from her throat, because I'm laughing too hard to keep my grip on her, either. I sit back on my heel, wiping my eyes, blowing a breath through pursed lips, gathering myself as Kai cowers against the bathroom's sliding door. Everything is more intense on MDMA. Especially fear. I reach over to my nightstand, pull out my Beretta. Kai bleats out a string of frantic "no's", but honestly, this train left the fucking station hours ago and I'm pissed that I'm not at my goddamn stop yet.

I slide the bullet from my pants pocket into the Beretta's chamber, turn off the safety, and look at Kai as I aim the gun at Haven's head. He freezes, hands flat on the door behind him. "Come here, Kai." When he doesn't move, I touch the gun against Haven's temple. She freezes, lips shuddering as she blubbers out an almost reverential, "Please." I'm not sure if she's asking me to pull the trigger or put away the gun. I trail it down her body instead, so enjoying the way she squirms without trying to move, how her legs clamp together when I push the muzzle into the slick apex above her thighs.

"Stop." Kai comes back, hand outstretched. "Stop, stop, stop." His voice is barely a whisper. "Please, just fucking stop." I point the gun at him, and he flinches like he fully expects me to blow his fucking brains out. Then I take my leather bag out of my nightstand and toss it over to him. "Take out my coke." He obeys, hands shaking. I use the muzzle of the gun to drag the hem of Haven's hoodie up where it's threatening to obscure her plump little tits. Her breath hitches when I draw a circle over her nipple with the cool metal.

Kai takes out the small baggie of white powder and holds it out to me. I huff out a laugh. Shake my head. Wave the gun down her body. "Flip her over. Two lines, one on each ass cheek." I aim the gun at her head again. "And Haven, sweet girl? Don't move. It's the last of my coke, and I'll be very, very upset if you spill it."