Preys of the Alpha Predators

9: Morning Romp

Chloe’s POV

I’d spent the night before researching on Kyle’s antisocial personality disorder and how best to tailor our meetings and make them productive. Still, I got to the classroom almost two hours before the first class to draft a schedule for our partnership.

After about forty minutes of adjusting and readjusting my personal schedule to fit it, I was finally done. As I took another good look at my open laptop, I heard someone walk into the class but I didn’t look away from it.

Just as I traced my finger over the study pattern for Thursday, the footsteps came to a halt.

“Unfortunately,” a deep voice startled me as his breath fanned my bare shoulder, “Thursdays are no good for me because I’ve dedicated them to visiting strip clubs.”

No one else but Kyle would make such a confession lightly, I thought as I looked over my shoulders and met his huge frame hovering above me like a giant.

Despite his somewhat intimidating presence, I frowned up at him.

“Mondays, Tuesdays and Thursdays are the only days I’m not volunteering or tutoring, and that’s because I did some major restructuring of my regular schedule just to make this work,” I told him while making sure my tone was stern and void of the nerves raging through me because of our proximity.

“Is that so, partner?” he drew his brows together and asked in a mischievous tone.

I rolled my eyes at him, “It’ll do us both some much needed good if you could move your frivolous activities around until we’ve completed our project.”

He straightened himself and laughed while throwing his head back like my seriousness itself was amusing.

Irritated, I spun around on my seat so I was facing him fully and blew away a strand of hair away from my nose. He stopped laughing and stared down at me through his unfairly beautiful and bold lashes like he was mimicking my seriousness.

“Do I have to explain just how important this project is so you can take it seriously?” I started but he only stared back at me blankly instead of saying a word back.

That didn’t stop me though, I went on about how every detail needed to be perfect for us to emerge as the best. But the entire time Kyle was looking at me like he was looking through me, undressing me with his stimulating sea green eyes, and mapping out the entire expanse of my body like he’d never set eyes on me before now.

I suddenly started to feel underdressed and scantily clad in my V-necked purple knitted sweater that I’d worn over my uniform. I knew he couldn’t hear a word of what I was rambling on about because he looked like he’d completely zoned out while his eyes wandered all over my body.

My nerves were raging but I didn’t stop talking, I couldn’t give into whatever made a man so dark so…. oddly fascinating to me.

“Truly, the only way to shut those pretty lips is by stuffing your mouth,” he interrupted and the scenes of him emptying his release in my mouth flashed through my mind’s eye.

No, I pushed away the thought with all my might.

My face was already heated when he leaned in, reached around me and shut my laptop as if to demand my undivided attention—I hated his audacity, even as the faint smell of fresh oud filled my nostrils as he straightened.

Without hesitation, he reached for my neckline and hooked two fingers in between my boobs.

I gasped and immediately raised a hand to hit him.

“I think not, darling,” his voice dripped with lust as he caught my wrist and held my hand in place.

His fingers pulled down the sweater until more than half of my boobs was spilling out of my bra cups and the neckline.

“Well, f**k me,” he cussed as he traced one finger over the top of my boobs while looking right into my eyes.

“This is…” my breathing picked, “It’s not okay,” I completed when I finally found my voice.

Kyle was far too gone to care, he pushed an entire huge palm into my sweater and before I knew it, his hand had replaced my left bra cup as he grabbed my boob in his firm hand and squeezed.

“These miraculous mounds should be kneading my d**k, you know,” his finger found my hardened n****e and pulled on it.

That single act sent a wild sensation straight to my sweet spot and I shivered slightly.

I knew it was wrong, but it felt so f*****g hot…. and damn good, too.

When I looked up, he was watching me like it was taking every single bit of restraint for him not to devour me where I sat and that knowledge made my core heat up even though it should’ve repulsed me.

“Are you always this ready for me, my little w***e?” he’d moved his hand over to my right boob and was now twisting the hardened bud.

I swallowed and pressed my thighs together to soothe the needy ache between them.

Kyle’s hands were still fondling my boobs, in a rough yet teasing way that made it seem like he was both hungry and mesmerized by them. But I didn’t want to fully enjoy it so I held back every single moan that threatened to slip out.

Suddenly, he pulled away and stalked off towards the backseats but not before I caught sight of the bulge in his pants.

When students began to flood into the class seconds later, I understood why he’d retreated and forced myself to think of anything but him until the class was over.

As the teacher walked out, I gathered my laptop and practically ran to the library to do some reading for my next tutorial classes. Even then, my thoughts drifted to the project and I remembered just I planned to help him as I’d done with Wondergirl.

My game plan was to help him find a passion that could serve as a crutch on his path to healing from the trauma that triggered his mental disorder. I needed to find something he’d stick with, something he already enjoys and wouldn’t mind doing often.

However, I barely knew enough about him to figure out what would suit him. All I knew about him were the pompous acts, f**k-boy sob stories and nonchalant behavior that I used to write articles about him.

It was no biggie though, I was certain that with a little research, I could learn about his interests and draw a suitable conclusion.

If his interests were as manly as the hard muscled c**k he’d shoved in my mouth, then I might actually have a more tedious task than I thought I did on my plate. As soon as that thought brought memory flashes of him stuffing my mouth, I forced it away and unclamped my thighs that I’d squeezed together unconsciously.

My phone vibrated in my purse and I reached for it because I was eager for a distraction.

It was a text from Dera and my entire face could’ve lit up a dark thick forest as I read out some of my favorite words.