Stalked by my Professor Novel

Chapter 61 I don't bash Kai's brains in with a trophy. I slap him over the head with my Activity Log so hard, the thwack surely carries into the hallway. "You fucking loser piece of trash scumbag!" I scream. Kai shoots into a sit as I come in for another blow. The book connects with the side of his head, and the dull, bone-shaking impact shudders up to my elbows. He jerks sideways, stunned, but not fast enough to stop my next blow. That glorious impact quivers my arms, so satisfying I'm clenching down on a manic grin. God, it feels good to beat the shit out of someone who's wronged you.

"Jesus, Haven, stop!" "I'll kill you for this, you sick piece of shit!" I bash the book into his ribs so hard it almost jars out of my fingers. His body contorts as he tries to fend me off, but short of kicking me, I'm not going anywhere. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" he yells. "You!" His face blurs, and I realize I'm crying, but now I'm too fucking riled up to control myself. "Kai motherfucking Jordan is what's fucking wrong with me!" I try to get to him, but he just pushes me back. So, I drop the book and try to kick him. Big mistake.

Because all that ends up doing is getting me onto the bed with him, where he overpowers me in an instant, flipping me onto my back and using his weight to pin me down. Sitting on my thighs so I can't kick. Knees on my wrists so I can't scratch. Hands pressed to my shoulders so I can't buck him off. Hard as I try to do all three, it's useless. Fucker's too heavy. God, how that pisses me off. It shouldn't surprise me-he's always been bigger and stronger than me, even when we were kids. But somehow I keep expecting the element of surprise to turn him into a weakling. I'm a goddamn idiot.

Swinging that book like it'd do anything? "Pathetic fucking dog turd," I wheeze, and I'm not sure if I'm attacking Kai or myself. I want my voice to be strong and malicious, but I'm breathless after all that struggling. I sound pathetic, and I hate myself almost as much as I hate him. And I don't like the way he's staring at me, like he's trying to decide if he should punish me, or throw me out. I don't want him to do either. I want him to fight back. He glances at the black notebook I dropped on the bed. His eyes slide closed, a frustrated groan croaking out of him.

"I fucking knew I⁠-" "Shouldn't have gone through my stuff? Yeah, you fucking cockroach, it's called privacy. Ever heard of it, you fucking loser?" He laughs. "You're one to talk." I scowl at him. "You don't get to reverse Uno this shit, asshole." "Don't I?" He glances over at his bookshelf. "So you weren't going through my things?" "I was laughing at your incel pamphlets, not breaking into your car!" "The door was open!" Kai grabs my face, squeezing like he wants to crush my jaw. It hurts like hell. But I like it. His voice changes from a yell to a hiss.

"I was making sure you hadn't left money lying around for someone to steal!" "Ha, please!" I scoff. "You know I don't have any money." "Okay, fine, Haven!" His eyes squeeze shut, and he shakes his head from side to side like he can't believe he's admitting this to me. "I was mad at you. So I broke into the Land Rover and went through your stuff. And I took your stupid book. So what?" "Was that before or after you jerked off in the console?" His mouth opens, such deep shock on his face, it's almost comical. Like he'd forgotten about it.

Maybe he has multiple personalities or something, because he doesn't seem to remember half the shit he does when he gets mad at me. "Are you seeing someone, babe?" I ask him. Sweetly, because I genuinely care. "Because a therapist could really help with⁠-" I guess Kai's sick of telling me to shut up, so he drops onto one hand, and forces all four fingers of the other one inside my mouth. His thumb pushes against my top teeth, so even when I try to snap down on his hand, I can't. "We've both made mistakes," Kai whispers as he leans down closer to me.

"But I swear to you, Haven, I did not look inside that book." His gaze drops to my lips, eyes heavy-lidded now as he forces his fingers in so deep I gag violently. "If you can't take my fingers, Heavenly, how you gonna take my cock when I shove it down your throat?" "Mm!" I squirm and tug my head, but I can't get free. "I wanted to read it," he breathes, ignoring my struggles as he watches his fingers fill my mouth, an almost fanatical light in his eyes. "Fuck," he breathes, warm air washing over my lips.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to..." I can taste his flesh, feel the press of his fingers against the back of my throat. Hardly any air is getting into my lungs, and yet all I can think about is how hot it would be if he was doing this while he fucked me. And God, how I hate myself right now...because that's exactly what I want him to do. I'm seconds away from bucking my hips, moaning, doing anything I can to signal to him I want his cock inside me when the door opens.

A lanky guy in a white-and-blue striped button-up shirt and khakis so carefully pressed his legs look geometric, stares at us from the doorway. Kai's body goes rigid, only his eyes shifting to the door. "Uh...hey man," he says hesitantly. "Morning," the guy replies. Then he drops his gaze, looking at me like I've just crawled out of a sewer duct. I swear he doesn't even blink. Maybe he has scales that slide over his eyes like a lizard's. "Haven Lee." I shudder to think how this guy knows who I am. He just keeps staring at me, so I mumble, "Morning?" past Kai's fingers.

"We have a meeting tomorrow morning at nine." His gaze goes back to Kai, who quickly pulls his fingers out of my mouth. "You should be there." He disappears as silently as he arrived. I work saliva into my mouth, trying to wash out the taste of Kai's salty fingers. "Is everyone in this frat house a fucking psycho?" I expect him to argue, but he just keeps looking at the door like he's expecting his bro to walk back in. "Kai." "Yeah." He sounds defeated, and I don't like it. I squirm under him. "Get off me." He looks down at me, face expressionless.

"You don't like this?" He slides his lower body up and grinds his hips against mine, rubbing his hard dick over my pelvis. Now I wish his fingers were back in my mouth, because at least they'd have stifled the groan that slips out. Fuck that, I want him to flip me over and hook my mouth like a fish as he slams into me from behind...and I loathe myself for even thinking that. For wanting something so humiliating, so wrong when all I should feel is rage. But my anger is burning low, smothered by heat building in places I'd rather die than admit.

All it takes is one broken sound sneaking past my lips, a tiny mewl that somehow captures all the confusion and anger and regret and fucking ovary-aching desire raging inside my head. A death rattle that signals the end of this war. He's been silent, watching, unmoving as I waged my battle...but then his jaw tightens, a muscle twitching beneath his skin like a fuse catching a spark. One tick. That's my only warning before he drops his weight and crushes his mouth against mine.

My body locks up, breath trapped in my lungs, hands clenched, even toes curled tight like I can somehow contain the last of my anger reserves. Mentally, I'm still spitting mad. I want to turn away. I want to bite his lips so hard he bleeds. I need to make him hurt like he keeps hurting me with his stupid unfinished letters and the pathetically cute gift he never sent. For stealing my book, and then lying about having read it. For stealing my heart, and then spitting on it.

But that uninvited contact spreads through me like a wildfire, and it razes every defense of mine to the blackened ground. I whimper as I fight to hold on to some semblance of control, but all I can think about is how good it felt when he stretched my pussy last night with the same cock that's resting so heavy and so hard between my thighs. I try not to respond to his kiss. To play dead so it's like he's trying to make out with a corpse. But with every lick and suck and slide of his tongue against mine, my heart beats faster and faster. My clit tingles. My fucking pussy aches.

Hating myself, I melt and let the fight leave my body. Anger becomes eagerness. Eagerness, desperation. Instead of struggling, I'm arching against him. Our kiss is bitter with hate, but there's no mistaking the toxic, sickly sweet need in our saliva. This feels like the kiss we should have had under that maple tree on my sixteenth birthday. The deeper I lose myself in his mouth, the harsher his breathing becomes, until he's panting. He sinks down, his weight crushing but so comforting at the same time. Covered by him like this, nothing and no one can get to me.

That's when I feel his cock pressing against my thigh again. It's so close to my core, I'm aching for him. I can't control myself. Even while I'm cursing my pathetic body for how easily it submits to his unrelenting weight, my hips rock from side to side. Pelvis tilting forward, and back, like we're already fucking. I want pressure. Friction. I need it like I need air in my lungs and the blood in my veins. "Jesus," he grunts, pulling away so quickly from my mouth I'm left gaping. "Are you trying to kill me?" "Believe me, I wish I could stop," I mutter sourly.

"Saying that's not helping." He drops his head, forehead pressed to mine, and slowly arches his back, dragging his hard cock up between my legs until it's nestled right against my clit. Oh, God, I'm seconds away from telling him to fuck me. Of course I want nothing more than to reward him for stealing my stuff and being an insufferable waste of skin. Thank fuck the alarm goes off before I do anything I'll regret. "Get off," I mutter. "Huh?" He pulls back to look at me, frowning. I shove his shoulders. "Can't you hear the alarm!

I need to go!" "Jesus, fine." He rolls onto his back, throwing me a disgruntled look as he grabs his dick through his sweatpants and squeezes it so hard all I want to do is climb on top of him and wrench it out. "You're such a fucking cocktease," he mutters as he grabs his phone to silence the alarm. Updates are released by FindNovel.net "You kissed me!" "Could have told me to stop." "With your tongue in my mouth?" He groans again and then sits up. "Move." "Gonna go jerk off in the bathroom?" I meant to smile to take out the sting, but I'm just as pissed off as him that I made him stop.

"You wish," he snaps. That's where I should have left it. Right there. Dead and already beginning to smell a bit. I need to get ready for my job, not hang around here. But no. News flash...I can't control myself. Apparently, the crush I had on Kai when I hit puberty never went sour. It aged like a good wine. He looks so fucking gorgeous. His wild hair. Those lusty green eyes. That sulky pout on his lush mouth. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing when I throw myself at him, pushing him onto his back. Maybe I was just going to kiss him some more.

Whatever my original intention, it disappears the moment I see his cock tenting the front of his boxers. It's so fucking obscene. So fucking hot. I did that. Me. He grabs my wrists when I try to pull his boxers down, and I yelp when his strong fingers scrape my bones together. "What are you doing?" he rasps, like he's genuinely dying. "Need me to draw you a fucking diagram?" I tug at my wrists, and on the second try, he loosens his grip just enough so I can pull free.

I slip down the waistband of his boxers, mesmerized by the way his dick bows, and then pops back up to slap his stomach before springing up a few inches. I'm not even looking at him, because I can't take my eyes off his cock. It's the first time I've had a chance to truly appreciate it for what it is. And fuck, I didn't realize it was so...perfect. "Haven..." The pain in his voice forces me to look at him, even though I don't want to. I immediately start doubting myself when I see the confusion in his eyes. Somehow I scrape together enough courage to speak.

"Tell me to stop." A frown creases his brow, his eyes dropping to my mouth. "But I don't want to," he murmurs. I lick my lips, and he flinches like I punched him in the gut. "Then shut up."