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A Dangerous Addiction

Author: Keodiniah
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-03 01:48:28

Emma’s POV

I should have been ashamed.

I should have been embarrassed.

But as I sat in my next lecture, lips still tingling, thighs pressed together to stop the lingering ache between them, all I felt was thrill.

Killian Thomas had finally snapped.

And God, it was exquisite.

For years, I had pushed him, taunted him, trying to crack that impossible control of his. He had always been infuriatingly indifferent, always walking away like he was better than me.

But today, he had lost.

And I had won.

Or at least, that’s what I told myself as I stole a glance across the room.

Killian sat three rows ahead, his shoulders tense, his head tilted slightly downward as he pretended to be focused on the professor. But I knew better.

He was thinking about it.

Us.

The way he had shoved me against the wall. The way his lips had devoured mine, like he had been starving for this—starving for me.

I bit my lip, suppressing the smirk that threatened to break free.

This wasn’t just a moment of weakness.

This wasn’t over.

Not even close.

When the professor called my name, I barely registered it, too lost in my thoughts.

“Miss Scott, are you with us?”

A few students snickered, but I barely acknowledged them as I nodded absently.

“Of course, professor,” I said smoothly, brushing my hair over my shoulder. I saw Killian shift slightly in his seat, and I knew he was listening.

Listening to me.

I ran my tongue along my bottom lip slowly, deliberately, before looking down at my notes as if I was actually paying attention.

But I wasn’t.

I was thinking about the way Killian had touched me. The way his hands had explored my body like he needed me.

The way he had fought it—fought me—only to break spectacularly.

God, I wanted to do it again.

And I would.

Killian’s POV

I fucked up.

Badly.

I kept my head down, gripping my pen so tightly my knuckles turned white, trying to ignore the heat simmering under my skin.

Trying to ignore her.

But it was impossible.

I could feel Emma’s gaze on me. Could feel the weight of her smirk from behind me.

She was toying with me.

And worst of all?

It was working.

I was supposed to be the smart one. The controlled one. The guy who didn’t fall into the same traps as every other idiot who lined up for her attention.

But one taste of her, and I was ruined.

My body still buzzed from our encounter, muscles tight, blood still running too hot.

I should have never touched her.

I should have never let her get to me.

But now, there was no pretending this wasn’t happening.

I had kissed Emma Scott.

I had wanted her.

And I still did.

The worst part? I knew her.

She wasn’t going to let this go.

She was going to push me until I snapped again.

And the next time, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to stop.

The class ended, and I was out of my seat before the professor even finished speaking. I shoved my notebook into my bag and made for the door, determined to put some distance between us.

But of course, Emma had other plans.

She was waiting for me just outside the lecture hall, leaning casually against the wall, looking effortlessly smug.

She didn’t say anything at first—just let her eyes drag over me, slow and deliberate, like she was undressing me with her gaze.

My jaw clenched.

I tried to walk past her, but she moved, brushing against me in a way that sent an unwanted jolt of electricity up my spine.

Her fingers trailed briefly over my wrist, featherlight, but enough to make my pulse hammer.

Then, she leaned in—so close I could smell her perfume, that maddeningly expensive scent that was uniquely Emma.

Her lips nearly grazed my ear as she whispered,

“See you after the next lecture, prince.”

And then she was gone.

I stood there, jaw tight, every nerve in my body wired with tension.

This was bad.

Really bad.

Because no matter how much I told myself I wasn’t going to fall for this again…

I knew deep down—I was already lost.

Later That Day – The Next Lecture

The hours between classes dragged torturously slow.

I kept my head down, trying to focus, trying to drown out the memory of her lips, her taste, the way she had moaned against my mouth.

I told myself it was just a one-time mistake.

But deep down, I knew better.

When the next lecture ended, I forced myself not to look for her.

I told myself to go in the opposite direction, to end this before it spiraled into something I couldn’t control.

But I hesitated for one second.

And that was all it took.

Emma was waiting outside the lecture hall, and this time, she didn’t even pretend to be subtle.

She met my gaze, her lips curling into a slow, knowing smile.

Then, without a single word, she turned and walked away—expecting me to follow.

And against every rational thought in my head…

I did.

I followed her through the corridors, past the crowded hallways, until she slipped into a dimly lit study room.

The door clicked shut behind me.

And then, suddenly, her hands were on me, her lips crashing against mine.

I didn’t fight it.

I didn’t want to.

Because the second I tasted her again, every logical thought flew out the window.

I backed her up against the nearest desk, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her against me as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

I should have stopped.

I should have walked away.

But instead, I ripped open her blouse, my lips trailing down her neck, drinking in the sound of her ragged breaths.

She was addictive.

And I was already completely hooked.

Emma’s POV

I had won.

Killian thought he could resist me.

He thought this was something he could control.

But as I arched against him, nails digging into his back as his lips moved hungrily over my skin, I knew the truth.

He needed this just as much as I did.

And I wasn’t about to let him forget it.

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