Excerpt from Reaper Academy Dark God 1
“You didn’t know I was a student then,” I tried. “Now that you do, you should apologize.”
“Apologize?” His eyebrow arched. “For what exactly?”
“You know what,” My voice dropped to a low hiss. “You—a professor—had your mouth between my legs.”
“Did I?” he purred, his grin wolfish. “How naughty of me.” His fingers brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, deliberate as a caress. “I knew exactly who you were. New. Beautiful.” When his thumb grazed my jaw, the word came out rough with possession. “Mine.”
That simple touch sent sparks skittering down my spine. I forced myself to blink away the haze of lust, pressing my lips into a firm line.
“Is kidnapping part of your usual routine?” The words came out sharper than I intended. “How many ‘inexperienced’ students have you dragged here just to lure into the woods?”
A sudden, vicious jealousy twisted in my chest, hot enough that I swore my vision tinted red.
“Let’s see.” He held up both hands, lazily folding one finger down at a time.
I hadn’t even noticed his arm sliding around my waist until it was already there—warm, solid, right. Like it belonged. I’d scold him for it later. For now, my traitorous body relaxed into the embrace.
My gaze darted to the door. Still locked.
Only his index finger remained upright. “One,” he murmured, his breath warm against my temple. “In twenty years. Ask anyone about my reputation. See if you can find a single soul I’ve so much as glanced at in this wretched place.”
A rush of satisfaction flooded me, sweet and undeniable.
Why me? The question burned in my throat, but voicing it would mean admitting I cared.
His lips brushed my earlobe. “Still thinking about my tongue between your thighs and how I licked your lovely cunt?”
Heat flooded my cheeks, but my body clenched at the memory, at how good it felt when he kissed me down there.
“Craving another taste?”
“You can’t speak to me like this,” I breathed.
A dark chuckle. “Can’t I?” His thumb traced my lower lip. “Tell me—when you touch yourself at night, do you imagine it’s my mouth or my cock?”
It never worked. I’d devoured every forbidden book I could hide from Mom, chasing the pleasure those pages promised.
But my own touch brought only emptiness, a hollow ache that lingered like a curse.
As if some vital part of me had been carved out long ago, leaving behind only this hollow shell, destined to wither untouched.
Then he came.
And suddenly, every nerve ending sparked to life.