Stalked by my Professor Novel

Chapter 16 It hurts when Rooke puts a finger inside my asshole, despite the lube he smeared all over me. But that pain quickly subsides as Kai's fingers slide into my pussy, stretching me tight. I'm too tired to fight. Too drugged up. Too confused by the way my body responds to their touch to tell Kai that whatever fucked up theory he's concocted in his head isn't true. I don't want to feel like this anymore. Scared. Confused. Vulnerable. They're conspiring now. Whispering to each other.

And all I want is to close my eyes and succumb to the wave that wants to pull me under, but I keep my eyes open, and I watch. Because I've had to be cautious and alert every moment of my fucking life. When Kai takes out his cock, my body comes alive again. A dead plant someone finally let have a trickle of water. I squirm, the fingers inside me less of an invasion now. More of a precursor. And then Rooke grabs Kai's cock, like he's showing him how to do it, and wetness floods my pussy as I clench around Kai's fingers.

They're whispering, voices hard to hear over the rustle of bedsheets and the clink and clatter of my collar and chain, my body restless as it writhes, desperate for attention, begging for more. Rooke kisses the side of Kai's face. But Kai's angry. Confused. Don't fight it, Kai. I can see you want it. Like that day at the maple. He kept fighting himself. Wanting it. Needing it. But refusing himself the pleasure. The prize he'd fought so hard to win all the years we'd been together. "Please," I whisper to them, to myself, to nobody.

My back arches when Rooke pulls Kai's hand away, when he grabs his cock and starts stroking him. Both of them so fucking handsome. Satan and his fallen angel, and poor Kai's wondering what the fuck he's doing in hell. God, it's hot, watching Rooke take control like that. But whatever he's saying to Kai is pissing him off so much. The anger on his face, the hurt, it hurts me. It makes me so sad, I can't help crying. Sobbing. Letting it all out. Catharsis. A cleansing, so I'm new and empty, ready for whatever they have to fill me with.

Kai leans back from Rooke, livid, and Rooke starts jerking him off harder, faster. Kai grabs his wrist, trying to stop him, but not really stopping him. Maybe encouraging him. I hear Ezra's name, but the rest is all a jumble of nonsense words. And then Rooke grabs the back of Kai's head and drags their bodies together. Kai fights him. Oh fuck, how he fights him. Muscles cording his arm as he seizes Rooke, tries to pull him away. "History has a way of repeating itself, Kai. Fuck-all you can do about it.

Might as well embrace it." I bite back a moan at how close they are, at the thought that Bastian might make Kai kiss him. Or that Kai might just do it himself. But I'm not quiet enough, because Rooke's eyes flash to me, and then he's grinning, teeth flashing, enjoying this so fucking much it sends a shiver of anticipation through me. "Look at her. Look how much she's enjoying this," Rooke says. Kai glances at me from the corner of his eyes, and then gives me a double take. I turn onto my side, then my back, and slowly lift my knees. Everything is heavy. Loose.

My legs fall open easily, and Kai stares down at me as Rooke runs a hand up his arm where he's fending him off. I lift my foot, pushing it into the small of Kai's back, urging him closer to Rooke. Licking my lips. Nodding. Kiss him. Kai throws me a confused look, but then Rooke is cupping his face, and their lips clash. Kai presses his hands to Rooke's chest, body tensing as he tries to push him off. But when Rooke reaches down and grabs Kai's cock again and starts stroking him, the resistance melts from Kai's shoulders. He sags into Rooke's grip, panting softly as he kisses him back.

I draw my legs in, squeezing my thighs together to intensify the stubborn, aching thump inside me as I watch their kiss grow harder. Kai's panting grow louder. Rooke groans, the hand cupping Kai's face diving into his long, messy hair, snatching it, wrenching his head back. Like Rooke couldn't catch his breath, and this was the only way he could get himself some air. I moan, wordlessly begging them to continue, because fuck, I've never felt this turned on in my life. Kai's mouth opens, his lips trembling as Rooke strokes his cock, his head dipping forward before he catches himself.

He attacks Rooke, taking us both by surprise. Rooke lands on his back beside me, eyes wide, a tiny smile on his lips as Kai falls on top of him. His hand goes over Rooke's throat, and Rooke arches into it, eyes growing heavy lidded. Kai flicks his hair out of his face, looking down at me where I'm pressed to Rooke's side. "You like that, Haven?" he growls. "Yes." "You want me to fuck him?" "I...I don't..." "Yes or no, Haven!" "Yes. Maybe. I don't⁠-" Kai seems pissed that I can't give him a straight answer, but what the fuck, I don't know. I'm reeling-mentally, physically, everything.

The world is turning inside out, and I'm not even sure if any of this is real or a dream. Snarling, Kai reaches past us and grabs at the ties binding me to the headboard, setting me loose. My arms flop down, and I clench my hand furiously as they tingle, blood finally flowing back into them after so long. Kai tugs at the hoodie still bundled under my arms. "Take it off." Bastian is watching us both, eyes hooded, gaze flickering from me to Kai as a strange smile tugs on his lip. I pull the hoodie over my head, pausing to untangle my collar's chain.

Then smoothing down my hair, sliding my hands over my breasts. They've been bare for ages, but the way Kai looks at me, it feels like he's stripping off my skin. Kai tips his head to the side, glancing at Bastian. "Do you want him to fuck you?" I shake my head, lips trembling as I try to figure out what the hell I want, what Kai wants. Bastian reaches up, stroking his knuckle down the side of Kai's face. "Quiet, boy. You're confusing her." Kai stares at him with clenched teeth, flicking his head again, like his mind is as fucked as mine.

Then he surges forward and grabs my chain, twists it quick and brutal around his fist. He drags me up to my knees, turning me to face Bastian. No one needs a command. Bastian turns his head, our eyes locking, and he scans my face with a ravenous, sultry look in his brown eyes. "Hm..." Bastian traces a line down my shoulder with the back of his hand, and then cups my tit, tweaking my nipple between thumb and finger. "Been thinking about this since the day you walking into my classroom." His eyes cut to Kai. "Or should I say, stumbled?" Kai scoffs, a sneer pulling at his mouth.

"Then fucking do it." Bastian's hands slide around my back and waist, dragging me right up against him, roughly, powerfully. I wince as his fingers press against the cut from Kai's knife. He tilts his head, looking down at the barely scabbed-over wound, then to my bruised tit where Kai bit me. "Kai loves leaving marks on you, doesn't he?" he murmurs, applying pressure to the wounds until I hiss. "Scared you'll get blood all over your nice white sheets?" I ask quietly. Bastian laughs as he dives in for a brutal kiss. It's nothing like Kai's-filled with anger and spite and a desperate need.

My professor overpowers me. I can't even kiss him back because he just takes, and takes, and takes. I'm whimpering at the savage pressure, the way his lips devour mine like he wants to extinguish my soul. And that's before his tongue forces its way into my mouth. I feel so fucking exposed, so ashamed as my body responds to him. But it's like trying to fight back molten lava. He lowers his hips, and his cock slides between my legs, rubbing against the length of my pussy as he towers over me. Then Kai's tugging at my collar, tearing our lips apart, and my back is against Bastian.

Kai grabs the back of my neck, holding me in place as he kisses me. I moan, arching against him, and we lose ourselves in the moment, arms twined around each other, bodies flush. When I moan again, it's because there's a hand between my legs, and it's not Kai's. I pant into our kiss as Bastian strokes my clit. Then Bastian's other hand is between us, and he's hunting for Kai's cock. Finds it. Drags it up between us. Starts stroking it, and I can feel his fingers and Kai's shaft against my pussy. Kai groans into our kiss, his breathing as labored as mine.

"It's time someone fucked this pretty girl." Bastian's hand moves faster, and Kai tips his forehead against mine, panting over my mouth. "Who's it going to be?" Kai cups my face, green eyes flicking open to look at me. I nod, pressing my cheek into his palm. But he just kneels there, frozen. Our sweat-sheened bodies peel apart as Bastian draws me away. "Thought as much," he says through a chuckle. He falls onto his back, pulling my chain out of Kai's hand and dragging me with him. Then he adjusts me until my back is on his torso, my head nestled just below his chin.

"Got a good view there, boy?" Bastian laughs again, and my breath hitches in fear. "No," I say, trying to sit up. "I want Kai⁠-" Bastian's hand claps over my throat, holding me down, cutting off my protest. "Don't pretend you care whose dick is in you when you come," he says, giving my breast a hard squeeze. "Trust me. You'll thank me for showing Kai how it's done." "He knows how," I snap, squirming as I try to get off Bastian. But he grabs my thigh, forces it to the side. Somehow gets his leg wrapped around mine. Then the other. Bracing my legs as he eases them apart.

When I try to push away with my arms, he has my wrists grinding together a second later, pushing them into my stomach, keeping me in place. He bucks his hips, the tip of his cock nudging against my pussy. And Kai just sits back on his heels and watches, face blank, one hand on his cock. "Kai!" His eyes snap to mine, but he stays where he is. Bastian wraps my collar's chain around my wrists, locking them together so he only needs one hand to hold me. The other goes to my clit.

I writhe, squirm, buck, and twist, but he keeps rubbing me until I can't help but moan, until my struggles quiet, until I'm rolling my hips instead of trying to buck him off. And then he's got his cock in his hand, and it's at my entrance, and he's pushing, trying to get inside. "Kai!" The word is a desperate whisper. "Please!" Bastian rubs his cock over the length of my pussy, tries pushing inside again. His entire body rumbles under me as he chuckles. "Christ, Haven," Bastian says. "Don't tell me you're a virgin?" If I could have covered my face, I would have.

But there's no way for me to hide my tears, my shame. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn FindN()vel.net Kai crawls over to us on hands and knees, face twisted in a snarl. "Stop lying!" he growls. Bastian laughs again like Kai didn't speak. "I've had my share of virgins over the years, but I've never had two at once." When I realize what he's saying, my eyes snap to Kai. There's color on his cheeks, his mouth a tight line. "You're lying!" Kai yells. I shake my head and turn to look at Bastian lying under me.

His chest lifts me up as he takes a deep breath, warm brown eyes studying me so intently. Then he kisses me, slow and tender, as he slides his cock up and down my pussy again, hunting out my entrance with his thumb. "It's meant to hurt the first time," he whispers against my mouth. "Just breathe into the pain, sweet girl."