Danny's POV
My fingers were still buried in the expensive wool of Chadwick’s lapels, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird as I was being consumed by a lust that felt more like a fever. I had wanted this. I had wanted to snatch the mask off his face, to prove that the Perfect Professor was just as filthy as the rest of us.
For a heartbeat, the world stopped. The silence in the study was so thick I could hear the blood rushing in my ears. Then, Chadwick moved, throwing me completely off balance.
With a sudden, iron-grip strength, he grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back with a sharp, controlled force that made my neck arch painfully. The kiss was broken, ripped away before I could even process it. I gasped, looking up into his eyes, and my stomach dropped.
