Stalked by my Professor Novel

Chapter 23 Who the fuck is this woman? The Haven I knew would never have done this. She was always the one being hurt, not the one doing the hurting. But the woman holding that gun isn't the same girl anymore. She's darker. Fiercer. Someone I-we-created with our cruelty. She's confirmed what we both hoped wasn't true. That the gun's loaded and she knows how to pull the fucking trigger. Man, what the hell is wrong with me? Do I have a fucking death wish or something? Haven's serious about me leaving.

I've seen her contemplating serious shit before, and she's got that same stubborn determination on her face. I should just do what she wants. But I can't help myself. Instead of obeying, I just keep pushing back. Because I know what will happen when I'm gone. The way Haven stares at Rooke makes my fucking skin crawl and my teeth ache. Why does she look at him like that? Because she likes it when he gives her attention? A rescue dog would scratch that same itch, and it wouldn't expect her to fuck it in return. I won't let him touch her. Can't even bear the thought of them fucking again.

Once was enough. Those memories are branded into my fucking brain. "Just put the gun down, and we can leave," I tell her, lifting my hands, showing her just how calm and reasonable I'm being. She laughs. "I'm not going anywhere." The gun trains on my chest, like she knows she'll hit her mark with a broader target. "And neither are you. You had your chance, and you blew it." There's a glimmer in her blue eyes. Pain. Betrayal. She's not just talking about right now, when I could have-fucking should have-left. She begged me to take her v-card under that maple tree, but I pussied out. Why?

Because people would talk. Both our reputations would be destroyed...and she didn't even have one yet. I was doing her a favor by saying no, but she thought it was a diss. Is that why it took Rooke holding a gun on us last night before she finally let me fuck her? The gun swings away from me, toward Rooke. And of course the sadistic cunt is enjoying every second of this. Probably has a hard on, watching Haven try to take charge like this. "You two had so much fun ordering me around last night," Haven says.

"Makes me want to see what all the fuss is about." I smile when Rooke's marble-like face twitches with confusion. But then her words sink in, and it's my turn to stare at her with dread. "Jesus, Haven, what the fuck are you⁠-" I cut off when the gun trains on me again. "Quiet, boy," she stage-whispers. "I'll let you know when you can speak." Jesus fucking Christ. I start shaking my head. "No. No, Haven. Whatever the fuck you think is going to happen⁠-" The gun moves down to my knee. "We never really got a chance to talk," she says quietly, eyes briefly unfocused. "Do you still play sports?

A shot to your kneecap wouldn't be fatal. But I'm sure it'll be devastating for your career. Months, if not years of physical therapy." "You've made your point, Haven," Rooke murmurs patiently, almost kindly. Condescending fuck. "Now why don't you⁠-" "Uh-uh!" She tsks, pointing the gun at Rooke. "I'd stay quiet too, if I were you. You'll be getting the better end of this deal, Professor. If you cooperate." I don't want to look at him, but for some reason I do. And when I see the flicker of a smile on his mouth, I know I'm royally fucked. Definitely should have left when I had the chance.

She points the gun at Rooke's crotch, and despite his calm exterior, he still flinches. Jesus, any guy would. "Kai needs to figure some stuff out before he leaves," Haven says, the gun still pointed at Rooke, but her eyes on me now. Her eyes jump back to Rooke. "Couch. Now." She gestures with the gun. There's something between a sneer and a smile playing out on her lips. She's enjoying this way too fucking much...but can I even fucking blame her? She might have been rolling last night, but that doesn't mean she wasn't there. "Hell hath no fury," Rooke says.

"Damn fucking straight." Haven gestures at the couch. "Move it!" Rooke slowly makes his way over to the sofa facing the fireplace. "Do you want me to sit down?" "Obviously." She points with her chin. "Right in the middle." With her attention on him, I slowly reach for the door and try to turn the lock. But before I can turn it, the gun swings back to me. "Jesus!" Fuck, I wish she'd put that safety back on. My nerves are fucking fried. "Your turn, Kai." Her voice is so fucking sweet, I shiver. I roll my lips together as I slowly head for the couch, hands still raised.

If there's one thing I know about someone riding a power trip, it's to keep them happy until they tire of you, or you get a chance to run. I've had nearly two decades of experience with Ezra. Fuck. Is my brother okay? Did I kill him? I shove the thought out of my mind before it can fester in there. Worrying about shit like that won't help me right now. "Keep going," Haven coos. My jaw locks. But Haven steps forward, her aim becoming more accurate with every step she takes as she moves to the back of the sofa. Rooke takes a seat, head turned to watch me a few feet away.

He glances over the back of the couch at Haven, and if the rain hadn't been drumming on the roof, it would have been quiet enough to hear a pin drop on the thick rug under my feet. She uses the gun to gesture to the sofa. "Keep going." I swallow, and shuffle forward. "Little closer." I'm already way too close to Rooke. "What the fuck do you want?" Her smile is chilling in its radiance. "I know what makes you tick, Kai. I know what makes you break." My stomach sinks like I drank cement. I shake my head, speechless, but her smile just inches up even more.

She steps closer to the back of the couch, reaches down with her free hand, and slides her fingers into Rooke's hair. Slowly, she aims the gun into his lap, gesturing. "See that cock down there?" I reel away, the back of my legs slamming into the coffee table. My hand shoots out as I fight for balance, my jaw locked tight. Still shaking my head. Right until my back hits the wall beside the fireplace. "You're going to suck it until he comes and then maybe, maybe, I'll let you leave." Exactly what I told her in the library. How could I forget? Haven holds a grudge like a sponge holds water.

Rooke flinches as she twists her hand in his hair. When he turns to glance up at her, she ducks down and presses her mouth to his. The plan is simple. They're distracted. She isn't even pointing the gun at me anymore. I can make it to the door before she even notices. I'll be out of here and... Rooke can do whatever he wants to her. And judging from the way he's kissing her back, saying he's going to fuck her in the ass wasn't an idle threat. This guy's pain threshold must be god tier, because he doesn't seem to care about his split lip as their mouths clash. I can't stand watching this.

I don't dare leave her with him. Change of plans. I lunge forward, aiming for Haven's wrist so I can wrench the gun free and get the upper hand. But I swear they're communicating on a psychic level or something, because the instant I'm in reach, Rooke's hand claps over my throat. And then the gun is at my temple, muzzle digging into that divot of soft flesh. Rooke's fingers dig into my neck as he tsks me. "Should have made a run for it, boy." He slides a hand behind his sweatpants and pulls out his cock.

She slides the gun along my skull until the muzzle is right at my hairline, then pushes hard, forcing me down. I glare at her, but she just nods encouragingly the lower my head moves. "That's it, Kai," she whispers. "Now open your mouth and swallow him down." Rage and shame seethes under my skin, making my face glow. But her finger is still on that fucking trigger. Rooke's hand moves to the back of my neck. He grips me tight enough to make me wince in pain. "You'll have to get it hard first," he murmurs.

There's a sadistic gleam in his eyes, satisfaction flooding his face a moment later when the fight leaves my body. Should have fucking left. Why the hell did I keep hesitating? When I don't move, Rooke keeps me in place with one hand, the other grabbing my arm, sliding down to my wrist, manipulating my fingers around his already-stiffening cock. I squeeze my eyes closed, because I can't stand looking at him. Or her. She's enjoying this just as much as he is, the fucking psycho. "Don't make that face," she taunts.

"You love this, you fucking slut." Jesus, I wish she'd stop throwing my words back at me. But I guess I know where this is coming from now. Shouldn't be surprised she's holding a grudge. Haven always got pissy when things didn't go her way. My eyes flick to the gun in her hand. The barrel looks like a fucking tunnel leading straight to hell. "No." The word escapes before I can stop it. I press my lips together, tasting blood where I've bitten the inside of my cheek. "I won't-I can't⁠-" The cold circle of the muzzle presses against my temple, making my stomach drop through the floor.

"Try harder, Kai." Haven's voice is pure venom. Rebellion and survival instinct war inside me. For a split second, I consider knocking away the gun. Consider if dying would be better than this. But then I catch the look in Rooke's eyes-that clinical curiosity, like he's taking notes on exactly how far Haven has to push until I break. I refuse to give either of them the satisfaction. But then Rooke licks the cut on his lip, and a flash of last night hits me⁠- Me, kissing Rooke as he jerked me off like he knew my dick better than I did. The way I panted against his mouth, desperate and needy.

The way Haven moaned as she watched, the touch of her foot against my back when she'd pushed the two of us together, begging for more. ...this girl's as innocent as you are... Not anymore, she isn't. And neither am I. The thought makes bile rise in my throat even as I try to rationalize it. Fuck this. The sooner I get this is over with, the better. I only open my eyes long enough to find my target, and then I duck my head and shove Rooke's cock between my lips.

A shudder tears through me at the hint of salty bitterness from his precum-revulsion mixed with something darker I don't want to name, something that makes my cock twitch against my will. I vaguely remember giving Haven head right after he came inside her, kissing her, and I was somehow okay with it then because it wasn't just him. The thought that I'll have to taste his cum and nothing else turns my stomach. Rooke groans, his dick instantly hardening. He uses the grip on the back of my neck to force his cock deeper inside my mouth.

I gag when he tries to go down my throat, pushing back on the couch cushion so I can breathe. But his grip is powerful and unrelenting. And as if in punishment, he thrusts those last few inches of his dick inside my throat, despite my struggles. I choke, gag. Almost fucking puke. Fresh chapters posted on FindNovel.net Now I really can't breathe. "That's it," Haven murmurs somewhere above my head. "Suck it like you need the money, you pretty little slut." Jesus, the longer I resist, the longer this drags out.

But as much as I yell at myself to just give in and just suck Rooke's cock, every fiber in my being is fighting back. Until Haven moans. My eyes fly open, and I see them kissing again. If I could've known for certain that all it would take was one hard clench of my jaw to sever Rooke's dick, I'd have done it. But the last thing I want to do is gnaw on his shaft like a fucking dog with a bone. It's so hard between my lips that I'm struggling to imagine the force it would take to sever it. He's gotta be bi. I'd never be able to get this hard for a guy's mouth. Which just makes me think of Ezra.

Which makes me want to puke. And I might have, had I not felt hands on my waist. Rooke hisses as my teeth scrape over his cock when I jerk back in surprise. "Fuck, girl," he grates out, wrapping a hand over the top of his dick like he's trying to protect it. "A little more caution, please." Guess he's not completely immune to pain then. I whip my head around to glare at Haven. She's kneeling behind me, eyes bright with mischief, a curl to her mouth I recognize all too well. "The fuck are you doing?" I demand as she tugs down my sweats. I grab the waistband, tugging them back up.

Instead of trying to pull them down again, she plants a tiny kiss on my lower back. "I didn't say you could stop." She waves with the gun. "He's almost there. You could be out of here in like a minute." Rooke's hand slides into my hair, and he jerks me back to face him. "Watch those fucking teeth," he says as he pushes my head down. I keep my mouth closed, but I can't handle the feel of his slippery crown sliding over my lips. So I reluctantly open my jaw, and a second later, he punches his cock into my mouth and down my throat with one hard thrust. Haven's lips rain soft kisses over my back.

Then her hand is behind my sweats, her fingers wrapping over my cock, dragging it out. I groan as she pumps me, because, fuck, it feels good. Rooke's hand tightens in my hair, his movements slowing. He lets out a sound that's half-groan, half-growl. Jesus, what the fuck is happening? "You're so hard, Kai," Haven says through a giggle. I want to tell her it's because she's jerking me off, but there's too much cock in my mouth for me to get a word out. Rooke bucks his hips up, tightening his grip in my hair, keeping my head still as he fucks my mouth.

Both my hands are on the couch cushions now, my fingers digging into the foam. I can't bear to look at him, so my eyes are squeezed closed, but that just makes Haven's fingers around my dick feel that much better. She twists her wrist on the upstroke, making me gasp around Rooke's length. "God, the sounds you make with a mouth full of cock are so filthy," she murmurs. I try to ignore Rooke, the way his cock feels as it slides between my lips. The wet smack as he pushes through the saliva built up in my mouth. How his dick fills me and crowds my tongue to the bottom of my mouth.

But my lips are tingling, sensitized from the constant friction of his smooth skin. A muffled whimper escapes me as Haven's hand speeds up. "Fuck, you're even harder now," she says. "He can fight it all he wants," Rooke says, "but his throat's clenching around me like it loves being violated." "You like that, don't you, Kai?" Haven murmurs, grazing her teeth over the curve of my ass. Her jerking me off? Yes. Fuck, yes. Rooke's cock in my mouth? Fuck no. He's going too deep. My stomach keeps clenching.

There's so much saliva in my mouth it's flooding out the corners of my mouth and dripping down my chin. With my eyes closed, it sounds like he's fucking a wet pussy, not my own mouth. "Stop looking away like a scared little bitch. You'll look at me when I'm wrecking your pretty wet mouth," Rooke grates. My eyes squeeze shut even harder, but the logic is the more I do what he says, the faster he comes, right? So I force my lids open, grudgingly flickering my gaze up. "That's it," he murmurs.

"Now put that tongue of yours to use, boy." His pupils are blown out as he stares down at me with the filthiest arrogance I've ever seen...like I'm barely good enough to be licking his boots, never mind sucking his cock. "Don't worry, boy, you'll get better with practice. This cock will turn your virgin ass into a greedy little cumhole before you know it." His words sicken me. Disgust me. But the way Haven's touching me is sending all the wrong signals to my brain. I'm going to come. And soon. Haven laughs, low and wicked. "Make him gag." "Hear that, boy?

She wants you choking and drooling around my cock like a messy slut." Rooke thrusts deeper, forcing a wet, desperate sound from my throat as his girth seals off my airway. The world narrows until all that exists is his violent invasion, and Haven's hands on my dick. I try to fight back, but all it takes is a twist of the hand in my hair to make me comply. Because maybe I don't want to fight this after all. That realization hits me like I've dropped on concrete after my parachute failed to open.

My resistance crumbles into pure thrill, my throat relaxing to pull him in further because fuck, it ignites something so wrong, so dark, I desperately want to chase it. Bile rises with the disgust, because how can I enjoy this while the only girl I've ever wanted watches? Or is it because she's watching? My head is so fucked up right now, I don't know up from down. Then I feel him getting ready to come. I push harder into the couch cushion, trying to force my head up so I can breathe, so he doesn't cum inside my mouth where I can taste it, where I'd have to swallow it down.

His fingers tighten in my hair until tears prick my eyes. "Fuck, yes. Keep swallowing me just like that, sweet boy. You're so close to your reward." I can't handle him switching from degradation to praise like this. It's fucking up my mind, my body-Jesus even my soul wants to shuffle off this mortal coil. But then Haven squeezes my dick, electrifying every nerve ending-my scalp tingling where Rooke grips my hair, my lips swollen and sensitized from his brutal thrusts, my cock traitorously hard in Haven's hand despite my brain screaming in protest. And when Rooke murmurs, "Fuck, Kai.

You're being such a good boy for me, taking my cock so deep," something twists inside me. Twists so hard it fucking breaks. I groan as I come violently, bucking my cock into Haven's hand, wishing it was her pussy. "There's my good boy," Rooke growls above me. "Now swallow my load like the cum-hungry whore you were born to be." He rams deeper, forcing my throat to convulse around his thick shaft. While I'm still busy shooting my load, his warm, salty cum suddenly floods my mouth. "Fuck, yes. That's it, Kai. Take my load," Rooke groans. I gag, choke, try to pull back.

My stomach heaves, and I barely hold back from puking, but somehow I manage to swallow every spurt of warm cum filling my mouth. Rooke wrenches me off his cock. He stares at me with such a voracious look in his eyes, I'm expecting him to drag me closer so he can kiss me. And in that fucked up moment, I want him to. Because I remember how it felt last night. Sickening. Disturbing. And obscene...in the best way. "Such a good boy, swallowing every drop of my cum without a complaint." Haven's face appears beside his. I'm guessing she put down the gun, and thank fuck for that.

"He was a good boy, wasn't he?" she murmurs. Her face is flushed, her lips glistening like she licked them. Jesus, she looks so hot, my cock is getting hard again. "I think he deserves a treat, don't you, sweet girl?" Rooke says, turning to look at Haven like he's considering fucking her next. "Yeah," Haven murmurs. "I think he does." She darts forward, hesitating just before her lips touch mine. "Good boy, Kai," she says, her eyes wide as she studies me, like she's wondering what this button does if she pushes it.

Rooke is still holding my hair, so I can't meet her, but my hands are free, and I grab her collar's rattling chain to keep her in place, in case she decides to pull away. But she doesn't mind the taste of cum, or the pain of her own bruised lower lip, or the fact that I've taken back the only slice of control I have left. Her kiss is a violent, urgent demand. One I happily, stupidly, obey. Like a fucking lovesick simp. Guess I'm finally getting what I deserve. Being forced to my knees just like I forced her down so many times before.

And even aware of it, even knowing Rooke is enjoying this pathetic display like the sadistic cunt he is, I can't help myself. Her kiss is a salve to my wounded pride. But the dismissive glance she gives me when we break for air just rips me apart again. "Uber will be here in fifteen minutes," Rooke says. I force myself to look at him, because fuck him if he expects me to be embarrassed by what just happened. But I don't like the smugness I see in his dark brown eyes. Or the smirk he gives me as he shoves his dick back in his pants.

I'm still on my knees in front of him, so I can't move fast enough when he grabs the back of my neck, holding me in place so he can swipe his thumb over my chin. Haven's face goes slack as she watches him slip that finger between his lips, sucking it clean. Mine does too. Our eyes meet. And I fucking swear I see a flicker of dark lust in those blue eyes. And the way her eyelashes tremble, the tiny frown between her brows...I'm pretty sure she sees the same thing in mine. "Just enough time for you two to get cleaned up," he mumbles, smiling as his thumb pops free.

"Got any fucking bleach?" I mutter, loudly clearing my throat when I hear how thick my voice sounds. "You'll get used to the taste, boy." He pats the side of my face, but he might as well have fucking slapped me. I should have let Haven blow my fucking brains out. Because that condescending smirk on his face feels worse than death. Like he knows there's a tiny part of me that got off on being forced to blow him. That I've just gotten a taste of something so dark, so fucking messed up, I'm going to hate myself once I've processed how little of a fight I put up. I get it now.

What Haven felt every time I pushed her down. That moment when you realize someone else controls not just your body, but your body's response. It's terrifying. Exhilarating. And the filthiest thing I've ever wanted.