Stalked by my Professor Novel

Chapter 65 The way Haven flinches when she sees me sets my predatory heart racing. The way her big, blue, beautiful eyes widen has my cock hardening behind my pants. But it's the sudden change in her that's most gratifying. As her shock fades into resignation, her muscles go slack and her breath comes out in a long, quiet sigh. Physically, she's outmatched. Mentally, she never stood a fucking chance. I've backed her into a corner, and now's the time to find out if she'll fight, or play dead. She watches me warily as I step closer, her hands slowly curling into fists.

"Let me out, or I'll scream." "And who's going to hear you?" When she realizes I've got her beat, she changes tactics. "I don't have time for this. I've got somewhere to be." She charges toward the door with a pained limp, wincing. I catch her in two steps, grabbing her arm, spinning her back around. She sidesteps me, again aims for the door, only stopping when I slide between her and the exit. She hurriedly retreats, stopping when her back hits the wall. Her breath hitches audibly when I step closer.

Could just be the light in here, but her skin seems a shade or two paler than before...and her cheeks a touch rosier. "Leave me the hell alone!" Whatever boldness she found in Kai's arms is beginning to dissolve, her voice shaking. "Still pretending you don't want me? That's cute," I murmur as I draw closer to her. She's trapped between a closet and a desk, her back to the wall. Her eyes dart to the door, then back to me, as if she's trying to figure out if she can escape without being caught. Try, Haven. I implore you, sweet girl, try. A flash of anger lights up her blue eyes.

"You think I've forgotten what you did to me?" she says, mouth tightening. I tilt my head, and she cringes back like I'm threatening her with physical violence. "Sweet girl, you coated every inch of my cock with blood and cum. I'm never forgetting that." "You forced me to-to...you know." There's anger in her eyes, but a tremble in her fingers as she scrapes her hair away from her neck like it's too warm against her skin.

I press my palm against the wallpaper beside her head, chuckling down at her as I lean in."You were grinding me like you wanted to fuse with me, Haven." She scowls up at me, shaking her head. "I hate you." I tuck a strip of wavy hair behind her ear, relishing the way she shies from my touch. "Hate me all you want," I murmur. "Your pussy worships me, and you know it." Her chest hitches, and she visibly forces her eyes away from mine again. Takes a big breath, like she's steeling herself. "You touch me like that again, and I'll report you," she whispers, her voice gradually picking up strength.

"What are you going to tell them, girl? How wet you were for your professor while he had you shaking and crying for his cock? You think they'll call you a victim, or a filthy little slut who couldn't get enough?" She clears her throat and tilts her head away from my touch. "Then I'll tell Kai." "You mean he's finally decided whether he wants to fuck you or kill you?" "We're working through our shit," she snaps defensively. "Aw." I trail my knuckle down her cheek, waiting for her to pull away. But her only reaction is a slight flutter of her eyelashes.

"How idealistic, thinking he can change." There it is. Incredulity, quickly blanketed by anger. She might think she knows better than I do, but it won't be long before she realizes I'm right. Kai is a tornado. This calm spell isn't him changing for her. Isn't them working through their issues. It's the eye of the storm. Her voice is hoarse when she speaks again. "Look around, Bastian. This is what happens when Kai gets mad. Do you really want him mad at you?" Her eyes dart to mine, then flicker away, like a dragonfly skimming the surface of a pond.

"He'll hurt you, you know." I let her words flow over me, mostly ignoring them as I trail my fingertip over the shell of her ear. Down the side of her neck. Along one collarbone. Listening as her breath hitches, feeling the warmth of her breath puff against me as she struggles to keep control. "He might even," she clears her throat, "he might even try to kill you." I can see her staring at me, even though my gaze is fixed on where I'm touching her satin skin. But I ignore her piss-poor attempt at a threat. "I've waited all week for this.

Watching you stomp around, pretending you weren't thinking about my cock every time you laid your pretty eyes on me. I know you want me to fuck you again. I can smell it on you." "You're insane," she whispers in a rush as my finger glides lower. "You're fucking insane." Her nipples are peaked beneath the silky fabric of Kai's football jersey, and when I circle one of them, she stutters into silence for a beat, her eyes sliding shut. The instant I drag my thumb over that tight little bud, she snatches hold of my hand, stilling me.

"You've been dreaming about it, haven't you?" Her breath is coming fast, hot and humid when it hits the front of my throat. "Wrists pinned, legs spread. Choking your cunt with my cock as you cried your pretty tears for me." When I drag my eyes up to hers, her eyelashes flutter. "Stop. Talking," she puffs out in panicked little huffs. Flushed cheeks. Trembling lips. Bright, feverish blue eyes. Jesus, how the fuck can she think I'll believe her protests when she's so obviously aroused? "You don't want me to stop.

You want my cock so deep inside your cunt, you'll feel me when you swallow." Inhaling a harsh breath through my nose, I slide my hand to the back of her head, forcing it to tilt as I step closer. Her heat coats my front body, makes my already hardening dick strain against my chinos. "I don't-I don't want any of that," she pleads faintly. "Oh, sweet girl, but you do. And that's what scares you, isn't it? That I make you want things good girls shouldn't." She's still holding onto me, her arm pressed against her chest. I can feel every rushed breath, every thump of her heart. "Please.

Professor-Bastian-" She's shaking now, her body's primal response just to my words filling me with a heavy, heady lust. "Girl, I fucked you up as bad as the first hit on a meth pipe." I duck my head, whispering those filthy words into her ear like an incubus. "Now you're addicted, and I'm gonna feed your habit every. Fucking. Day." She makes a tortured sound, turning away from me, but my lips follow her ear. Ruthless, sinister. I tighten the hand behind her head until she gasps, holding her in place. "Fuck," Haven mutters, her eyes still squeezed shut.

The hand holding my wrist tightens until her fingernails are digging into my skin. But when I move my arm, she doesn't stop me. Those nails just dig in deeper. I slide my fingers up the outside of her thigh, slipping behind the jersey. Up, and up, until I feel the hem of her underwear. She turns to me, and Jesus, it takes every ounce of self-control I have not to lift her up against the wall and fuck her right then and there. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, rapturous. Lips parted, cheeks stained with red. But she shakes her head as if she's still trying to deny her desire.

"Please." "Fuck, girl, I love it when you beg." I brush my lips against the side of her jaw, inhaling her scent. That's when I realize the scent that's been haunting me is Kai's cum. His cum. On my girl. My hand wraps around her throat. She gasps, but the sound cuts off when I squeeze. Her panicky pulse thrums under my fingers as I graze my nose over her ear, her cheekbone, her temple. Wherever I find Kai's scent on her skin, my tongue darts out and licks her clean. She whimpers and squirms, but her hips are bucking forward too, forcing me to rub her clit through her underwear.

I allow her that, if only so I can clean every trace of Kai from her. Then it'll be time to coat her in my smell. My sweat. My seed. "Please," she mewls, desperately grinding against my fingertips. "You filthy girl. Acting all innocent while you're soaking your panties for your professor. Tell me again how much you hate me, Haven." "I fucking hate you," she breathes. "Then tell me to stop." Her voice shudders. "Stop." I chuckle. "Say it like you mean it." She whimpers, grinding even harder against my hand. "He was there," she whispers in a rush.

"Where was Kai, sweet girl?" I move my mouth to her ear, my breathing picking up tempo when I slide my finger behind her underwear and touch her warm, slick pussy. "Here? Did he fuck you behind my back?" She moans when I push two fingers inside her. "Yes, but that's not...he was here. In this room. When you-" She cuts off with another reluctant moan as I tease her ear with my teeth. "Yes, I can see he was here." "Tuesday," she blurts out, bucking hard against my hand. "He watched you rape me." I lean back, eyes narrowed as I stare down at her.

"What did you say?" Her lips tremble, drawing my gaze, and she gives them a quick swipe with her tongue. "He saw you." "Did he enjoy the show?" I tilt my head, watching carefully as I finger her soaked pussy. Her eyelids quiver as she tries to keep them open, tries to keep her eyes on me. I feel her pussy clench, her muscles locking up, and pull my fingers out. She makes an angry sound, grabbing my wrist, trying to keep me inside, but I tug free easily. When it's obvious I don't plan to finish her off, she shoves a hand between her legs to do it for me.

I snatch her wrist, slamming her hand into the wall beside her head. Her chest rises and falls with quick, livid breaths. "You realize you could go to prison?" I put my fingers in my mouth, smiling as I clean the taste of her from my skin. Her eyelashes flutter as her gaze drops to my lips. "Kai isn't exactly a reliable witness," I tell her. "He wouldn't last five minutes on the stand." She blinks, color touching her cheeks. "He doesn't have to," she says, eyes gleaming with near-sadistic glee. "A picture's worth a thousand words, Professor.

His video is easily worth an essay or two." Cold certainty washes through me. Kai wasn't just there. He has evidence. But it's worthless unless he uses it...which he never will. My hand is around her throat, already squeezing. She digs her fingers in behind mine, trying to loosen my grip. The shock in her eyes sends a vicious pump of blood through my cock. "Ever stop to wonder why he hasn't sent it to the authorities yet?" She frowns, but doesn't stop tugging at my hand. I click my tongue. "And here I thought you were a smart girl." I grab her pussy with my other hand, squeezing just as hard.

"Guess you don't deserve the scholarship after all⁠-" I cut off as the door opens behind me. We both move at lightning speed. I take two quick steps back. Haven shoves away from the wall with wobbly legs, clapping her arms over her chest, clenching her jaw, blinking furiously like she's coming out of a trance. We turn to the door as a cop walks inside, and pure instinct has me shoving both hands in my pockets. One clenched to fight a sudden wave of heart palpitations, the other holding down my dick so he can't see how fucking hard this girl made me.

It's the perfect moment for Haven to step forward and tell this cop everything I've done to her. But she's too busy coming up with excuses for Kai in her head. Until she realizes there aren't any that will explain him holding onto the evidence she claims he has. "I'm sorry, am I interrupting?" The cop's eyes are on me first, but they flicker to Haven a second later. "Miss Lee?" He throws me a confused look, mouth turning up in the corners like he's about to smile. "Yes?" Haven blurts out. Guiltily. Jesus, girl, keep it together. "You're not supposed to be in here," the cop goes on.

"Oh, uh, I didn't know," she says. Weakly. "I thought⁠-" "She's trying to find some clothes to wear," I cut in, before Haven gets us both thrown into a holding cell. I've never seen a guiltier face in my fucking life. The cop gives me a wan smile. "And you're her...personal shopper?" I chuckle, but when the cop's face doesn't shift one iota, I realize he wasn't joking. "I'm Miss Lee's teacher." He says nothing. And I'm compelled to fill that silence. "Here to supervise, of course, since her room is still technically off limits." Just like she is. Should be. Jesus.

Why the fuck can't I keep it together? Cocaine, of course. "Was it the yellow tape that tipped you off?" he asks. He should have smiled, chuckled maybe, but his face is still dead serious. "There weren't any officers outside, so I assumed you'd already done your thing." "Done our thing?" The cop leans back on his foot like he can stand here all day pretending not to interrogate us. Haven's eyes skip between us, but she remains quiet and troubled looking. Official source is find{n}ovel.net I wave my hand. "You know. Dusting for fingerprints. Collecting evidence. Photographs.

Hell, it's your job, you tell me." "Oh. Well, lucky for you, I did my thing yesterday," the cop says. "Else I'd have to arrest you for obstruction." Was that a threat? Is this fucker seriously threatening me? If he knew the pull I had at this college, he'd⁠- -definitely be wondering what the fuck I was doing alone in a room with one of my students. "Glad we're not inconveniencing you." I sweep my arm toward the door. "Now, if you don't mind..." He ignores my universal 'fuck right off' gesture, narrowing his brown eyes as he openly studies me.

The grim, hardened face beneath his trooper hat is tanned, making it difficult to place his age. The longer he stares, the deeper his crow's feet become. I'm guessing he's in his late thirties. Definitely not old enough to be staring at me like he's wondering how long to ground me for. "Hmm," he muses quietly, then shakes his head. "You look familiar. Have we met before?" I tilt my head, my eyes flashing briefly into slits before I give him a rueful smile. "Were you in my cognitive neuroscience class at Brown?" "Brown?" Thatcher gives a self-deprecating chuckle that ends with a low whistle.

"No, sir." My smile turns smug. Of course not, you fucking imbecile. You can barely hold a pencil. The cop rolls his lips together, shrugging a little. "I served my time at Cornell." I feel the muscles in my face go slack before I can prop them into a warm smile. Jesus Christ, Cornell? What the fuck is this guy doing investigating petty college vandalism? I tell my coke-fueled mind that none of this shit matters, but I know I'm going to spiral about this tonight when I'm supposed to be catching up on sleep. Teeth gritted, I stick out my hand for him to shake.

It takes effort to ease open my jaw so my voice sounds natural. "Professor Bastian Rooke." He ignores my hand, instead taking a small black notebook out of his pocket and flipping it open like a habit. A stub of a pencil emerges next, and it's like I can feel that blunt nib dragging down my spine. "Professor Rooke. Excellent." He points the back of the pencil at me. "I've been meaning to speak to you.

Why don't we go have a chat in the hallway while Miss Lee gets her things?" Then the cop does smile, and I go from wanting to punch the smug fuck right in his passive-aggressive face, to wishing I'd never laid eyes on Haven. Or joined Agony Hollow College. Fuck, from the way he's staring at me, I'm wishing I had never set foot in this pathetic little town.