All Chapters of My Best Friend’s Brother Is My Professor—And He Wants Me: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Killian Davenport I haven’t seen her since Tuesday night. The night she’d sat in my car, squirming and so fucking turned on that it affected me too. I was furious at myself for almost slipping. Her body reacting to me, the way she trembled, confirmed something: she might want me too.And I hate how much it thrills me. I hate that I almost offered her more that night. I hate that I had to pull back and pretend “do you need my help, Miss Carson?” was about the door and not me wanting to make her scream my name.If I keep letting these moments happen, I might not be able to stop myself next time. And once I cross that line with Elena, there’s no going back.So maybe distance is safe, but why the fuck does it bother me so much? And it’s even worse because she’s skipping class and I don’t want it to affect her grades.I’d asked Nora and she’d told me Elena said her schedule was free all through the week. But I checked with the vice chancellor and she had back-to-back classes.So

Killian Davenport It’s one thing for her to ignore me. But it’s another thing to cozy up to another man right in front of me. His hand was around her waist and she’d leaned into it.The sight had burned straight through me like acid. I wanted to walk up to Shane and make sure he never used those hands again. Rip them off if I had to. But I kept it in. Because I could see Elena was doing it on purpose because she saw me interact with Gwendolyn. She was messing with me, testing how far she could push before I snapped. And I’m not a man to be toyed with or controlled.But I didn’t even know when I followed her. I told myself I just wanted to talk to her, to make her stop avoiding me. But the second I smelled another man’s cologne on her skin, I changed my mind. She’d teased me all night in that fucking black dress. Now I get to punish her a little.My hand is still on her waist. I squeeze gently, as if I can erase Shane’s touch from her body with just the pressure of my fingers.

Elena Carson The next Monday, I see on the faculty calendar that there’s an upcoming camping trip. I don’t exactly know what it’s about, but I know they’d probably announce it soon, so I ignore it.I don’t run into Killian because I don’t have his class for the day. But I run into Gwendolyn when I go to Professor Langford’s office to ask about midterms.She gives me a long hard look just by the door. I walk past her but she steps in my way, leaning in and I can smell her overly sweet perfume.“Going for little old Professor Langford now since you couldn’t have Professor Davenport?”I clench my fists tightly at my sides, nails digging into my palms. The urge to snap at her is so strong it burns in my throat. But I force a sweet, savage smile instead, tilting my head like I’m actually considering her words.“Aw, Gwen. Still obsessed with who I’m talking to? That’s cute. Maybe if you spent less time worrying about my life and more time on your own grades, you wouldn’t need to chas

Elena CarsonThe car pulls into the underground parking lot of Killian’s penthouse building. Rain hammers the roof like it’s personally offended by us. I’m already chilly with my arms wrapped around myself in the backseat and trying not to think about how bad an idea this is.Nora hates driving or being in a car when it rains this hard. Something about a minor accident she had years ago that she still brings up like it was a near-death experience. So when she suggested we crash at Killian’s place instead of risking the long drive back to our apartment, I couldn’t exactly say no. Even if every cell in my body screamed terrible idea.Killian is silent as he parks. Nora hops out first, already complaining about the cold. I follow slowly, clutching my bag. He waits at the front, then slows his steps just enough for me to catch up without making it obvious. The elevator ride up is torture. My phone buzzes. Shane.[Shane: Grandma’s doing better. Doctors say she’ll be fine.]His grandm

Elena CarsonMy legs wobble as I make my way out of the study. My body is on fire.I can still feel his fingers inside me, knowing exactly where to press and curl. Every step towards my room sends a fresh throb between my thighs. I can still feel the wetness between my legs and skin feels too sensitive.I can’t believe what just happened.Killian’s fingers were buried deep inside me. He made me come so hard I saw stars. I’ve had messy make-outs with boys my age before. Very awkward hands, sloppy kisses, and zero coordination. But this? This was completely different. There’s a clear difference between being touched by a boy and being touched by a man.He worked my clit like he knew my body better than I did. Found my sweet spot in seconds, like he’s done it a thousand times. And the look in his eyes… God. That dark ravenous look like he wanted to break me open and devour every piece.It felt so good it was overwhelming. A tear actually slipped down my face. That’s what made him st