My Wicked Love.|AR|Chapter 9 (Pg70)|01.07.14| - Page 13

Originally posted by: SleepingBeauty.

OMG OMG finish it jaldi i need to reserve my spot first :D 🤣

Originally posted by: -RosyAzure-

i m defo following it 😊

Originally posted by: SleepingBeauty.

You still got to see my stalking skills 🤣

Originally posted by: prachimishra09

tooo good...

omg !!!!!!!! did she really kissed her professor but if professor is like the hottest man who cares...seems really intresting...

update soon👏

Originally posted by: SleepingBeauty.

2 more posts to be replied and then you update! Jaldiii 🤣

Originally posted by: priyanka52

Hey wonderful amazing intresting what a ff yaar superb !

Chapter 2

I keep staring at my new professor as he walks to his desk and puts his folder down.

"Good morning everyone," he greets us with a smile and I see... a dimple?

"Good morning, Sir," we speak in unison.

"As Mr. Cooper said a few minutes ago, I am your new professor and I will be teaching you Human Anatomy and Physiology. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask me. I will be more than happy to answer you." I listen patiently as he introduces himself to us. Boy, his voice is so sexy. I feel like going and pouncing on him. He is fine! God took his time in creating this fine specimen! It's like he's a f**king Greek God! Whew! "And now, I shall take roll."

I wait patiently as he takes roll. I want to hear him say my name. I wanna hear his sexy voice call me. I unconsciously bite my lower lip as my eyes move up and down his body. And then he says it, "Riddhima Gupta." I swear my heart just stopped. Like, literally. The way my name rolled off his tongue made everything below my waist clench deliciously. I can almost taste my blood because my tooth is digging into my lip.

I expect him to look up and glance at me but he doesn't. Instead, he moves on and finishes taking roll. I can tell he's memorized half the students already because of the slight smile on his face.

"Okay, so.. Let's talk," he says sitting on the desk with one leg hanging down. "I'm definitely not like those boring professors who're gonna sit and give you all a hundred pages to work on. I will, but they're gonna be very infrequent. Notes will be given, obviously. If you all won't take notes then there's no way you're gonna pass finals. That's common sense. So yeah, do expect a little bit of that. Ummm... any questions?" I immediately raise my hand. He gives me that, I-Want-You-Outta-Here-But-I-Gotta-Deal-With-You-But-f**k-You look and nods in my direction. "Yes, Riddhima?" I smirk.

"Tell us something about yourself, Sir. After all, you're our professor. We should know a little bit about you. Right?" He keeps the fake smile on his face, but his eyes... they... become very... cold, distant, and... impassive. It's like he's thinking of every way to torture me. I feel sorta queasy because of that look. I wait for him to speak, which he finally does, most probably because I am adamantly staring back at him. "Well?" I say, cocking an eyebrow and he finally decides to speak.

"Well, there isn't much to say here. I have a very normal and simple life. I'm 29 years old, went to Rochester and now I'm here," he says, ending the conversation and moving on. Why am I getting this odd vibe from him? Like he's desperately trying to hide something? I am pretty good analyzing people. It's like one of my favorite things to do. But whatever it is. I'm gonna find out eventually since we're going to be seeing each other for... a while. "Any more questions?" I shake my head, taking the clue.

"Don't even think about it, Ri. He's our professor!" Silvia, another "good" friend of mine, whispers harshly in my ear.

"Can't help it, babe. That's some irresistibly sexy shit right there. f**k, I want him. Like, now."

"She has officially lost her mind," Rahul scoffs. "He's a professor, Ri. If he wants to stay alive, he will not sleep with you."

"That's exactly what I want. I don't want to 'sleep' with him." I wink at the duo and they just roll their eyes. I know I'm being impossible, but shit. I can't do anything about it. Armaan Mallik is making my hormones go crazy.

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"Oh my God! Armaan is so f**king sexy!" Nikki squeals in my ears.

"Seriously, Nikki! He is like the epitome of sexiness! If he wasn't my professor, I swear I would bang him," Muskaan agrees with her and a few unwanted images flash before my eyes. I wince internally. Why do I not like the sound of this?

"Yeah, just imagine Muskaan banging him in the janitor's closet," I say with sarcasm more than evident in my words.

"Oh, shut up. Not like you don't want to. You're the one who f**kin' pounced on him as soon as he walked through the gate."

"Hey, Nikki dared me to! It's not like I was dying to kiss him!" I say in self-defense. I mean, in a way it's true!

"Psht, whatever! I saw the way you were checkin' him out in class. Looks like you got the hots for the professor babe." I smirk. True dat.

"So what now?" Muskaan asks.

"I don't know yet," I say and stop to look at them, "but I will do something babe." I wink and keep walking as they catch up.

"Hey, Riddhima!" I stop and rolled my eyes as I hear the most annoying voice on this planet. God… I turn around and look at Shimara. Quick history time! Shimara Johnson is "the" bitch of the college. She is a big time s**t who takes pleasure in stealing other people's boyfriends, insulting people who haven't done shit to her, using people, and running her mouth to gain publicity. Her and I have been hardcore enemies since our freshman year and boy I abhor her. She can go die in a filthy hole for all I care.

"How may I help you today Ms. Make-Up-Shop?" I ask in a totally disinterested tone.

"Oh, you can help me by getting the f**k out of this college," I smile the most fake smile ever.

"And you know what you can do?" she raises her eyebrows. "Go to the restroom and wash your ugly face. Maybe you'll look a little better. I mean seriously, you look like a f**king plastic doll who can melt if put outside in the Sun. Is that why your little ass-kissers follow you around like the little bitches they are with an umbrella?" Shimara's jaw is almost touching her knee by the time I'm done. I can see she is trying to come up with a good comeback, but is failing miserably.

"Just watch out bitch! I'll get you one day!" she stomps off with her ass-kissers and I yell after her.

"Oh my God! Mommy, come save me! Shimara Aunty is scaring me!" I fake a shiver, making all my friends laugh.

"Oh wow, Ri! I just love your little bitch fights with her! You f**king mopped her!" Abhi exclaims.

"Oh, totally! That poor excuse of a woman deserves it." I say, making them laugh even more.

"Come, Ri, let's go to lunch now," Muskaan tags my arm.

"Yeah."

I look down to get my phone out of my purse, but unfortunately, my purse isn't there. Where did it go? I quickly jog my memory and remember leaving my purse in the classroom. I squeeze my eyes together and pray my purse is still there. "f**k! You guys go on, I forgot my purse in class!" I swear and quickly walk back to the classroom.

I open the door to the class quietly and freeze. Armaan is sitting in his seat with his back turned to me and he's going through my phone. I narrow my eyes and focus on the screen. He's going through my contacts? I'm not sure, but I feel a smirk forming on my lips.

"You know it's bad to go through someone's phone?" He instantly turns and looks at me.

"What are you doing here?" he asks with narrowed eyes.

"Well you see, Sir, I left my purse in here," I walk to him and lean against a pillar, "but I see something totally unexpected is going on in here."

"I just wanted to see who this belongs to," he says averting his gaze and puts my phone back in my purse and stands up, while I follow him with my gaze.

"You really dislike me, don't you?" I say with a smirk and he stops and looks at me.

"Yeah, I actually do." My smirk grows wider as I hear him. "What the hell were you thinking when you kissed me in front of everyone?" I know this is a rhetorical question, but I can't help my smart mouth.

"Ummm... that this is nothing but a dare?" He glares at me and I suppress another smart comment. "Okay, yeah, whatever. It was just a dare. Now I seriously don't like lying, so I'm not gonna say sorry because I sure as hell am not sorry for kissing you," I say walking towards him. "In fact, I thoroughly enjoyed myself." I stand close to him and wrap my one hand around his neck and cup his face with the other, bringing my lips closer to his. Knowing what I'm trying to do, he tries pulling away from me, but I hold onto him and close the distance between us by kissing him.

Once again, I'm pulled into this world of madness and desire. I'm confounded by the heights of my want for him. I suck onto his lower lip, probing him. Damn, he feels so good against me. I press my body onto him, backing him up against the wall. I let my hands massage his neck and chest. I feel addicted to him, like a person addicted to drugs. I grind my body against his, urging him to kiss me back. My hand goes up to his hair and my fingers fist his silky black hair, pulling him into me. After a moment or two, I feel his defenses fall as he loosens up a little bit and slowly kisses me back. He goes slow; agonizingly slow. I lick his lip, demanding entrance. Very slowly, he opens his mouth and I go insane. I slide my tongue into his mouth and savor the sweetness. The bittersweet taste of cappuccino hits my taste buds, making me moan.

"God damn, you taste like heaven," I whisper hoarsely. I tug on his lower lip with my teeth, letting it sink into his lip. Leaving his lips, I run my teeth along his hard jaw to his ear. I take his earlobe in my mouth and suck on it. A low sexy groan escapes his throat and I swear I could have an orgasm right here, right now.

His big strong hands grip my lips and pull me into him, making me moan. I grip his shoulders and start kissing his throat. He tips his head back, granting me full access. I hungrily kiss him, feeling his toned triceps and biceps with my hands. At the back of my mind, I know his hands are moving along my back – his thumb caressing my lower back. As I start moving to his chest area, he tenses against me.

Even before I know, he grabs my wrists and swiftly turns me around and pins me against the wall while I'm left panting and yearning for his body. My eyes are heavy and I feel intoxicated as I look into his eyes; they are filled dark desire which turns me on even more.

"Stop. Now," he hisses. What just happened to him?

"Why?" I question, totally perplexed. What's up with him?

"Because I said so!" he exclaims through gritted teeth, his hold tightening around my wrists.

"That doesn't answer my question," I say squirming beneath him, my core throbbing for more.

"Well I don't want to answer any of your questions. I don't want you anywhere near me, Riddhima. Do you understand?" He glares at me and starts to leave, but stops and looks at me. "And about the kiss, Riddhima. I'll make you pay for it. Just watch out." He says and leaves without turning back. I stand there, rubbing my wrists. Did he just tell me to stay away from him? Oh, hell no! No one tells Riddhima to stay away. Armaan Mallik, you've made a big mistake by pushing me away! Now I'm gonna make you want me, just like the way I want you. I lick my lips, tasting him with a smirk on my face.

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Hey people! Here's Chapter 2 of this FF! I'm really overwhelmed by everyone's response. It's very nice to see all my readers commenting here with the same enthusiasm as always! 😃 Like many people said, this is a different concept. Very different from my previous two FF's, as you can probably tell. So yeah people, keep commenting, and I'll keep writing! You all are very greedy for the chapters and I'm very greedy for the comments and likes so keep them coming Lovelies!

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