Page 95 of Broken Prince
One thing at a damn time because right now, I need to go into my World History class and tell my professor that I’m dropping his class.
Class isn’t for another twenty minutes, but I came early in hopes of settling this with enough notice before heading down to see what course I can pick up instead.
With all the stuff going on with Logan, I’ve hardly had the chance to think about Kai. Now, as I stand outside his classroom door, I feel nothing but shame and guilt.
Taking a deep breath, I open the door and step inside. He’s sitting at his desk down on the stage, head rising when the door clicks shut behind me.
He says nothing as I make my way down the steps, each one making me sweat like crazy and twisting my belly in more knots.
Sitting back in his chair, he crosses his arms, and I can’t help but feel like he’s a predator in the wild, stalking his prey.
Swallowing hard, I lick my lips as I stop before his desk. “First, I want to say how so very sorry I am for lying to you about not only my name but my age. I never meant any harm by it, but I had no right to keep that kind of information, knowing the age gap between us. I would understand if you wanted to kick me out or report me to the dean. I won’t fight you on it. That's why I’m here to let you know I’ve come to drop out of your class. I will no longer be an issue for you. I’ll stay out of your way, and it will be like we never met. You won’t have to see me again.”
The words rush out of me before I can chicken out and run away. Because running seems to be what I do best these days.
My heart pounds in my chest as I watch him, waiting for his reply. Is he going to laugh at me, get mad, be happy?
Time feels like it’s going by slowly as each second ticks by. I wait... and wait. Nothing.
That is until he leans forward, placing his forearms on the desk. He narrows his eyes at me and finally speaks. “No.”
My lips part, and I blink at him in confusion.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“I said no,” he repeats, moving to stand as he pushes his chair back.
“I don’t know what you mean by no...” I say slowly as he makes his way around the desk.
“You're not quitting my class.” As he steps forward, I step back.
“I know it looks bad only going to one class, but really, it’s fine. I want to do whatever is easy for us both. I am the one who lied and put us in this situation. I promise you won’t ever have to worry about me again.”
He takes another step forward, forcing me back until I’m practically sitting on his desk, trapped much like I was earlier this week with Owen.
A shiver runs down my spine as he towers over me, my heart beating like a drum, breaths coming in quick pants. Part fear and part arousal rush through me as his masculine, spicy scent hits me.
His large hand cups my chin, thumb brushing against my jawline tenderly. “You see, Sweetheart, that just won’t work for me.”
“What won't?” The question comes out as a whisper while I blink up at him in a daze, his proximity doing things to my body.
“Me never seeing you again.” He leans forward, his lips coming so close to mine I stop breathing in anticipation and confusion. “I don’t like that idea. Frankly, I despise it. You, Delaney, are becoming this fixation in my mind, a new permanent being. When I close my eyes, it’s your face I see. When I’m alone, and the room is quiet, I hear your sweet moans from the time when your cunt choked my cock as you came apart. Do I like that you lied? No. But that doesn’t matter now, does it? The damage is done, and I don’t think I seem to mind.”
“W-what?” I question, staring up at him in shock. “What are you talking about?”
“You will not be leaving my class. You will not be avoiding me. I am not done with you, Delaney. I am far from it. So, you're going to be a good girl and do as I say, do you understand me?”
“What is going on right now?” I whisper more to myself.
“What's going on is, you're mine. It’s okay, you can take some time to process this new change, but don’t take too long, Sweetheart. I’m not a patient man. And when it comes to you and my need to touch you...” He brushes his lips against mine, and I force myself to suppress a whimper. “To kiss you...” He sucks my lower lip into his mouth and bites down just hard enough to send a shock of pain right down to my clit. He steps forward again, bringing his hard length to my belly. “To fuck you.”
My brain goes blank, unable to think as my core heats. I’m so turned on right now I’m starting to question myself and my sanity. Do I even have morals anymore? Because I seem to be just tossing logic and the-right-thing-to-do out the fucking window at every turn.
“But I’m your student,” I whisper.
“Don’t care,” he murmurs, tilting my chin up so he can brush his lips up my throat.
My eyes flutter close, thighs clenching together. “I’m sixteen years younger than you.”