Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
He narrows his eyes the slightest bit, like an authoritarian bastard who hates being talked back to, but that makes me want to do it even more.
Usually, I like meeting societal expectations of me, being on my best behavior and charming those around me into believing I am my public image.
But I don’t give a fuck with this asshole. He’s going to see me unfiltered and raw. And my true self loves antagonizing others and getting on their last goddamn nerve, especially when they antagonize me first.
“You believe that was funny?” he asks with that damn firm voice.
“Only slightly?”
“It wasn’t, and you’re just being a brat who’s begging to be shoved to his knees for proper discipline your parents clearly didn’t give you. Is that what you truly want, Carson? My cock in your hot little mouth again?”
“I’ll never let you touch me again, you damn bastard.”
That gleam appears again, like lightning in a dark night. “Never is a stretch. Besides, you obviously enjoyed yourself so much last night, you were practically begging to come.”
“I was not!”
“My, getting agitated, are we?” He steps forward and I go still, my jaw locked so tight, I can’t breathe properly.
This close, I can see the planes of his muscles peeking from the first few buttons of his shirt, his collarbone, the coiled muscles of his neck and that pulse point.
The one I want to bite the fuck off.
He leans close to my ear, his rough whisper setting my skin on edge. “Did you jerk off to the memory of me fucking your hot, wet mouth, little monster? Or did you get so scared you’d have your best orgasm and refuse to touch your throbbing cock?”
I step back, his breaths burning the shell of my ear. It takes everything in me to smile. “You seem to be under the misconception that I remember anything from last night. Lackluster performances don’t really stay in the memory, you know.”
“So it was the second option. Hmm. Interesting.” His little smile pisses me off, but before I can say anything, he continues, “On to business, the position I have for you is legal aid.”
“What?”
“Apologies. I forgot you come from a legal empire and don’t know what legal aid is. It’s offering legal help to those who can’t afford it.”
“Don’t insult my intelligence. I know what legal aid is. I also know I can’t be a legal aid since I’m a first-year law student.”
“You’ll intern under me.”
“No, thanks. I intern under my father or grandfather during the summer.”
“Very typical.” He returns to his desk. “You’re free to go.”
The complete dismissal leaves a sour taste at the back of my throat, and my head starts pounding harder. My wound feels hotter, pulsing with discomfort, and the bandage feels suffocating.
Maybe that’s why I snap, “You expected me to work under you after you assaulted me?”
He doesn’t look up as he closes his laptop and gathers his files. “I don’t mix business with pleasure.”
“There was no fucking pleasure.”
“Language.”
“I had no goddamn pleasure whatsoever.”
He lifts his head, pinning me with stern dark-gray eyes. “If you keep indulging in vulgar language, I’ll terminate this conversation, Carson.”
“I said.” I release an exasperated breath. “I enjoyed nothing of what happened last night.”
“Your hard-on testified otherwise.”
“That was a physical reaction.”
“If you say so.” A smirk tilts his mouth, and I want to stab it and watch his blood spill at my feet.
But I just smile back. “Just so you know. Yulian, that you have the hots for, is crushing on someone else. So sad. For a prestigious professor, you sure don’t have much luck.”
My smile remains in place as I wait for the anger, the disturbance, but nothing rattles that look in his eyes.
The empty, dead look.
Hell, he showed more emotions taunting me than when I brought up Yulian.
It can’t be. He must be masking his reaction somehow.
He has to care.
Last night, he was fucking enraged at the thought of me touching Yulian.
But, at any rate, since I know his identity now, that gives me a lot of options to trap him like he trapped me.
Humiliate him.
Shatter him on my edges.
“If you’re done wasting my time and polluting my air with your revolting face.” He clutches his briefcase and starts to walk past me.
I don’t think about it as I grab him by the back of his collar. His smell overpowers my senses as I whisper in his ear, “Watch your back, Professor. You have no clue who the fuck you messed with.”
5
KAYDEN
Someone is staring at me.
No.
Glaring.
The vicious eyes skim the back of my head like a breeze—or more accurately, wind.
Turbulent, stormy wind.
I rip my gaze from the PowerPoint and face the class, then I slip a hand into my pocket as I meet that glare.
It’s a real effort not to let my lips fall into a smile.