Chapter 8 #2
“We’re going to make some changes in class. Starting with new seating arrangements. These are set, moving forward.”
Most of them I shuffle around just because. Trevor, I move as far away from Galina as possible so I don’t end up choking him to the death by the end of class.
I switch Bella to the front of the room, because she’s been sitting in the back giving me the finger since I walked in, so this is me just being a dick.
She can tell.
Galina, I place front and center, like a good girl.
My good girl.
She is mine. I’ve made that decision. Well, my dick has, since he's stopped working for literally anyone but her.
I even tried to force his, uh, hand the other night. I brought out the big guns and invited two former hookups over, both of whom are bi, to do exactly what you'd think a horny college guy and two horny bisexual college girls would consensually do as a group.
…Until my cock had other plans that involved packing up his balls and hiding like a little bitch.
Chelsea and Jen ended up having, from the sounds of it, a very enjoyable evening. But it was exclusively with each other.
The minute they left, though?
I started watching Velvet Villainess videos and guess fucking who decided to come out rock-hard and ready to party.
What a dick.
So, yeah. It would appear my libido and my penis have developed a specific taste for red hair, blue eyes, and a sassy little smile. And nothing else will do.
I get about fourteen seconds into the lesson, though, before I realize what a colossally stupid move it was to put Galina front and center.
I can’t go five seconds without looking at her, getting painfully hard behind the lectern, and daydreaming about emptying my balls down her throat the other night.
Also, not gonna lie: knowing that she’s sitting five feet away from the man who put her on her knees and fucked her mouth and that she doesn’t realize it was me is…hot.
Way too hot. Every time that realization slips into my head, I have to bite back an audible groan as my cock leaks a little more precum into my pants.
Yeah, front and center was a real stupid idea. But I can’t change it now.
Guess I’ll just have to suffer.
Now, the first rule of stalking someone—and to be clear, I’m one hundred percent making this up as I go along because I’ve never felt even the remotest need to stalk anyone before—is do not let them know you’re stalking them.
I mean, that seems like at least a top three in the stalking rules.
It would make sense not to call attention to yourself, and to engineer as little interaction between you, the stalker, and them, the stalkee, as possible.
“Galina. A moment, please. I need to speak to you.”
Well, or I could do the exact opposite of that.
Galina pales a little, her brows knitting as everyone else files out of the room after the class is over. Bella lingers near her, turning to give me a withering look that I’m pretty sure is just her way of saying “love you, Cousin Dickhead”.
Love you too, cuz. But you need to fuck off.
“Bella, if you could wait outside, please?”
My younger cousin rolls her eyes. “Dude, what are you doing?”
I love my uncle Hades. But he’s also insane, and Bella is what happens when you bring your kid to racetracks, underground boxing matches, and mortar ranges instead of playgroup.
And no, I’m not exaggerating to make a point. Uncle Hades is legit crazy, and the apple fell right next to the fucking tree with Bella.
“I’m trying to have a conversation with one of my students, actually.”
“Oh my God, Lochie,” she sighs.
My eyes flare.
I fucking hate that nickname. Lochie is someone’s labradoodle puppy, which is why Achilles and Ronan are the only two souls on the planet that I allow to use it.
“Bella,” I hiss. “It's Lochlan. And take a fucking hike.”
She snorts. “I’m going to tell Ya-ya you’re being a prick.”
Ya-ya as in our great-grandmother; Mom's and uncle Hades’ grandmother, Dimitra Drakos.
“And I’m Ya-ya will take my side,” I shrug. “So there’s the door.”
Bella turns to give Galina a look. Galina just arches her brows before telling her she’ll text her later.
Yeah, not sure I love the idea of the girl I’m stalking and rapidly becoming obsessed with being my gothy psycho cousin's new BFF, but here we are.
When Bella leaves and we’re finally alone, I take a slow, deep breath.
Big mistake.
The second I inhale her floral, citrusy, vanilla-jasmine scent, my cock decides it’s time to play ball.
Sure, pouted like a little fucker when a threeway was on the table. Tents my pants like I’m going through puberty again at the mere scent of a fully clothed girl who’s looking at me with complete disinterest.
Cool cool cool.
I pause, letting the silence hang between us.
Okay, I didn’t really have any reason to talk to Galina after class. That was more impulse than any brilliant master plan. Also, she’s clearly a little thrown to be here, as an A-plus student who never gets in any trouble at all.
So, I just start talking.
“You were distracted today.”
Her ginger brows furrow. “I—no, I wasn’t?”
I lift a shoulder. “I expect more from you, Ms. Nikitin.”
Her eyes suddenly blaze in a way I haven’t seen before. I’ve sort of seen that look with Velvet Villainess, but not from Galina.
And fuck, do I like it.
“It didn’t feel like your head was here.”
That look, somewhere between indignation and rebellion, flashes again in her blue eyes. She’s definitely a bit pissed off, and the problem is that pissed-off vibe hits me and goes directly to my hard, over-eager dick.
Fuck. Messing with her like this is way too fun.
Almost as fun as emptying my cum down her throat two nights ago.
Which, not for nothing, is a visual I’m having a very hard time not picturing right now as I stare at her full, pouty pink lips and remember how soft and wet they felt wrapped around my cock.
“Lochlan?”
I blink out of my daydream.
She frowns. “Could you specify how I could improve in class?”
A grin tugs at the corners of my mouth. “Let’s go with Professor Kildare.”
Her brows pinch. “You’re...not a professor, though.”
“Close enough.”
Her frown deepens. “That’s not how it works.”
Okay I was already a fan of “on her knees swallowing my cock” Galina. But I really like “sassy take no shit and fuck you if you try it” Galina.
A lot.
Which is why I keep stoking the flames of that pissed-off look in her eye.
“Do you typically give Professor McGrath this much attitude?”
Her nose wrinkles. “I’m not giving you attitude, Lochlan, I just—”
“Professor Kildare.”
“You’re not a professor!”
I ignore her and dramatically shake my head, sighing heavily. “I wonder if your extra-curricular activities are pulling you away from your studies.”
She tenses and goes white for a second.
And fuuuuck, do I savor it. It’s not that I like scaring her. But that little flicker of fear glinting in her eyes does turn me on.
“The partying the other night…?”
Relief visibly settles over her when I make it clear I’m not talking about her other extra-curricular actives.
Aka, Velvet Villainess.
“Last I checked, Galina, you aren’t twenty-one.”
She glares at me. “It was your party, ass.”
My cock twitches again.
Shit. How the fuck am I going to teach this goddamn class when all I want to do now is spend every minute of it antagonizing Galina so I can get another hit of that razor sass.
“And,” she continues, “you were readily supplying alcohol.”
“Yes, to those who are of legal age to drink—”
“You were literally standing on a table yelling ‘everyone get fucking wasted’,” she says sharply.
Okay, yeah, I did do that.
I frown. “Well, I don’t know if you heard, but Kirill Tsarenko was flashing his dick around.”
She stares at me. “Yeah… But last I checked, Kirill isn’t my substitute Social Psychology of Deception professor, nor is he trying to start shit with me over alcohol consumption at a party that he threw. Also: what does Kirill have to do with anything?”
She glares up into my face.
It’s genuinely a tossup which look I like better: this one, or the one she had when she looked up at me with her lips around my cock.
Slowly, I start to grin. “You called me professor.”
Her brows furrow. “What?”
“You said ‘But last I checked, Kirill isn’t my substitute Social Psychology of Deception professor’.”
My grin widens. Galina gives me a withering look.
“May I go, Professor Kildare,” she says with a smile that looks like she’s sucking lemons.
I end up letting her, but only because my plans for the rest of the afternoon before football practice involve watching her via the cameras in her room.
Pushing her buttons was fun. But I make a note not to nudge her into “pissed the fuck off” territory the next time I see her. Flustered Galina is hot. So is royally pissed Galina. But I want to tease her, not make her hate me.
I also realized something else the other day. Whether she realizes it or not, Galina’s list of kinks includes giving up control.
Probably exhibitionism, too, but that’s another story.
But while her fantasy involves giving up control, in the real world, she very much wants to have it. She wants to know her options before she makes any decisions.
I grin to myself, having finally figured out my next move.
I’ll give her the illusion that she has a choice. But when it comes to my claim on her… There’s really no choice to be made.
Not anymore.
I exhale as I gather up my shit and walk out of the empty classroom.
It might be time to tell her that there actually is no leverage.
No video of her changing from Galina to Velvet Villainess, because I was too busy watching her and staying still so she wouldn’t see me to film it.
I don’t want her to capitulate to me because of blackmail. That’s not me being noble, I just think coercing her is beneath me.
Besides, I don’t just want a compliant performance.
I want her.
All of her.
All for me.