Chapter 2
Riley’s POV
“f**k this, I’m not rushing for that controlling bastard.”
I deliberately took my sweet time crossing campus, letting my hips sway extra slow in the short denim skirt that barely covered the bottom of my ass cheeks.
My thighs still ached a little from kneeling last time, but the real ache was deeper, that persistent throb between my legs I couldn’t ignore no matter how much I told myself I hated him.
By the time I pushed open the door to his office it was fifteen minutes past the hour, and I didn’t even knock.
Professor Kane was already seated behind the desk, tie loosened, shirt sleeves rolled up again, those thick forearms resting on the wood like he had all the patience in the world.
His eyes lifted slowly when I walked in, locking onto me with that same c
