Page 65 of Wicked Little Secret
It began as an assault by my ex-boyfriend, then morphed into a rescue by my crim law professor. The same professor I’ve spent the last couple weeks hoping to impress. The same man whose brooding glare makes my belly flip.
He’d looked so… feral and unevolved as he stood over Samson with the rock dripping of his blood. So different from his usual composed and civilized manner, it was an instant turn-on. I found myself breathless with want.
Endless desire for him.
I hadn’t been able to contain myself the second we were secluded inside his office.
I went for it, seeking out his mouth.
Every time I close my eyes, I relive the passion. It flows through my body and ends as a throb in my pussy.
The guys my age hardly ever draw anything real out of me—it’s all lukewarm affection. Take it or leave it sex that’s forgettable and underwhelming.
But things couldn’t be more different with Professor Adler. He was a composed, cold man with a secret primitive, bestial side buried deep. It reared its ferocious head in the blink of an eye as he came upon Samson pinning me down and he acted off these baser instincts.
And then when I kissed him, he gave in entirely. His stony mask fell away for the wild, passionate man underneath.
He had wanted me so badly I could feel it. His arousal rolled off him, a visceral feeling in the air.
I shudder just thinking about it, trying to block out the memory.
We can’t. I can’t.
He’s my professor. I’m his student.
I have things to do—a goal in mind that I’ve worked toward for years. I came to Castlebury ready to burn it all down. Ready to destroy everyone in this community.
I can’t let myself become distracted, no matter how unbelievably good Professor Adler’s kiss may be.
Breathing through the temptation, I throw myself into my artwork. I promise myself that I’ll keep a clear head and my hands clean. The professor might seek me out again likehe did Monday after class, but I’ll simply have to rebuff him.
Pretend it never happened.
“Because it’s dangerous,” I whisper. “He’sdangerous.”
As the hushed words leave my lips, intuition flutters on the inside.
It tells me I’m right. That maybe I’m so right, I haven’t even begun to understand just how much yet…
15
THERON
LOVE ME - EX HABIT
A hundred and sixty-eight hours.Seven days, seven nights since I last felt Nyssa Oliver’s lips on mine. One full, torturous week.
Once Friday rolls around and my alarm goes off at five a.m. sharp, I’m a man being driven mad.
Even Atticus’s sunny personality can’t lighten my mood. The golden retriever bounces off the walls as I lead him down to the kitchen, where he dashes through the door, into the backyard.
I nudge my glasses further up the bridge of my nose, my expression sullen as I reach for my phone. In the past I prided myself on reaching for my phone as little as possible. Unless it was absolutely necessary, it remained untouched and ignored.
Veronica used to say it was strange. An older millennial such as myself so adverse to technology, when in many ways, it had beenmygeneration who had pioneered things like smart devices and social media.
For Nyssa, I’ve made exceptions.
I can’t stay away from my phone when it’s my biggest linktoher.