Stalked by my Professor Novel

Chapter 39 "Miss Lee!" My head snaps up. I blink at Bastian standing a few yards away, my feet faltering beneath me. What the hell? Our agreement was one kiss, and he'd leave us alone. First Kai thinks some half-assed apology can undo all the vile things he's done to me, now Bastian dares presume I still want to talk to him after the shit he pulled on Tuesday? Molten lava levels of fury erupts inside me. I'd been on my way back to GAZ, ready to bury my head in my textbooks until my 2pm Urban Studies class. It was that or bury Kai. But now...? "You!" I spit, veering toward Bastian.

He watches me approach with a disturbingly calm expression. "You seem upset." This fucking guy. "Upset?" I shake my head, rushing after him when he turns to walk away. "I'm bordering on fucking homicidal!" Bastian disappears behind a boulder, but I follow without hesitation. I've had enough of him. Enough of Kai. Enough of everyone and everything. No more Miss Nice Lee. This world doesn't deserve her. When Bastian sees I'm behind him, he shakes his head and lets out a rueful chuckle. "I merely wanted to know if you'd like notes for all my classes you've missed.

You do, after all, have a GPA to maintain. Or have you forgotten the stipulations of your grant?" "Funny you should mention that," I hiss, charging up to him until there's barely a foot of space between us. His height should intimidate me. It doesn't. The way his brown eyes darken to black and lose all warmth, that should scare me. Nope. I'm so angry at Kai, I want to rip his throat out with my bare teeth. The fact that he was there when Bastian slipped into my room and used my limp body like a fleshlight is one thing. But telling me he didn't stop him on purpose?

One should, however, not dwell on the past. It's literally the only way I've survived to this ripe old age. I won't ever give Kai the satisfaction of knowing that I'm glad he was there. He doesn't deserve it, not after what he did. But staring up at Bastian now, knowing there's indisputable proof that he's a monster, turns my backbone to pure steel. "Are one of those stipulations that you can fuck me whenever you want, whether I'm awake or not?" He doesn't even pause to consult with his conscience-probably because he was born without one. "Wherever I want. Whenever I want.

Even when you're too far gone to beg or fight or come." I manage an incredulous splutter, but he just keeps going. "Your holes waived their veto rights when you signed on the dotted line." He turns his head away to laugh, adding a murmured, "Conscious or comatose, you belong to me now, girl." Icy outrage floods through my nerve endings. I don't even realize I'm swinging my arm until my palm connects with Bastian's cheek, throwing his head to the side almost as soon as he faces me again.

The crack of flesh meeting flesh sends heat and pain up my arm, but I embrace it, savoring it almost as much as the tiny millisecond of shock I see in his eyes. Which he instantly smothers with a condescending smirk and a low rasp of utter filth. "Nothing gets my dick harder than a pet who thinks they can say no." I let out a strangled laugh. "Kai's right. You are a fucking psycho." He has the nerve to look smug. Smug. "A psycho who can't wait to force every inch of my cock past your kicking legs while you scream for me to stop," he murmurs.

"A psycho who'll breed your tight little pussy until you're begging me to break you. A psycho who's so obsessed with you, I jerk off every day to the thought of making your virgin ass bleed for my cock." Something inside me cracks open, releasing the dark, hungry beast that's been clawing to get out. My body floods with adrenaline...and savage need. I try to fight it. I do. But I'm not strong enough to resist. Not strong enough to survive. So I surrender instead. I grab my professor's shirt, pulling him down to me. Our mouths collide in a violent kiss that bruises my lips as I moan into him.

He grabs my hair, twisting his grip painfully enough to make me gasp. But I fucking love it. And that's why I stop. Because, God, I love it. I'm degrees more fucked up than I thought I was. This man openly proclaimed that he'd use me again if he wanted. He could shove me in his car right now. ...I want him to. I want him to. I fucking want him⁠- Bastian laughs as I shove my hands into his chest. He rocks back against his car, a slow smile pulling at his mouth. "Talk about mixed signals," he scoffs. I nearly knee him in the groin. But thank God, I walk away instead.

When I emerge from behind the boulder, I see Kai heading back inside the building, back turned. Thank fuck he didn't see. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on Find_Novel(.)net I don't understand what just happened. How the hell would I explain it to him? Hang on. Just one fucking minute. Why the hell would I explain anything to Kai enemy-of-the-state Jordan? Asshole. Psycho fucking asshole. Both of them. I walk even faster, trying to outrun the feelings trying to catch up with me. But the faster I walk, the harder my thighs rub together, the more aware I am of my damp underwear.

My period should have stopped already, but for the first time, I'm hoping it's blood.