KAI'S POV
A low, involuntary growl rumbled from my throat as I pulled myself away from Rodney, my cock slipping out of him with an almost relectant ease.
Still hard.
Still craving more.
But the moment was shattered by that damn student—Ethan. His name had only come to my attention yesterday when he'd been lurking around during my patrol. The memory of it made my jaw tighten.
"Are we done?" Rodney's voice was barely a whisper, his body still hung over my desk, his ass tilted toward me in a way that was almost taunting. The scent of his arousal mixed with the faint trace of his cologne lingered in the air, clinging to every surface of my office like a secret too loud to keep.
"Wear your fucking clothes and leave," I growled softly, zipping up my trousers with a sharp tug.
My head was already spinning with the implications of what had just happened.
A student saw me.
A goddamn student. This couldn't get out!, it would ruin everything.
The carefully curated image I'd built at this school, the mission I was here to complete, everything would be shattered if word got out, and my Mission will be ruined here in Petaluma College.
Yes, I'm an assassin, and the only reason i'm in this school is to kill just one person.
Oran Gorge the Camouflage.
I sank into my chair, rubbing my temples as my gaze flicked to Rodney. He was small, fragile, and so painfully naive—just my type. The kind of man who could take all of me without complaint, who looked at me with a mix of fear and adoration that I found both intoxicating and suffocating.
Obsessed.
That's what he was. And I'd used that to my advantage more times than I could count.
"You can go now," I said, not bothering to look at him. "I'll call for you when I need you."
The scent of him lingered as he shuffled out, dragging his feet like a kicked puppy. My dick throbbed in protest, still hard, still unsatisfied, but I pushed the thought aside. There were bigger things to deal with—like Ethan.
Stepping out into the hallway, I noticed the scattered papers on the floor. No doubt Ethan had dropped them in his panic. I bent down to pick them up, the crisp texture of the pages brushing against my fingertips. The group attendant project. I tossed them back to the floor just as Rodney slipped out the door, his movements sluggish, his dissatisfaction written all over him.
"Just leave," I muttered under my breath, my tone sharp enough to make him flinch.
Back in my office, I grabbed my phone and dialed the class president's number. It rang for some moment before he picked up.
"Tell Ethan Allen to see me in my office now," I ordered, my voice calm but laced with authority. A curt "Yes sir" was all I got before I hung up.
I sank into the couch, running my hands through my hair in frustration. My head was a mess, my dick still hard beneath my pants, and the weight of the situation pressed down on me like a lead blanket.
What do I do with him?
Threaten him?
Beg him to understand?
Neither option felt right, but I couldn't let this blow up.
Knock.
The sound was soft, almost hesitant, but I knew it was him. I stood, smoothing out my expression not to scare him off before opening the door.
There he was—Ethan.
His backpack hung loosely from one shoulder, the papers clutched tightly in his hands. His head was down, his face hidden beneath a mop of dark hair, but I could feel the tension radiating off him.
"Come in, Ethan," I said, my voice calm—too calm, that I just couldn't believe my own voice. I stepped aside to let him pass, closing the door behind him with a soft click. The room felt smaller with him in it, the air thick with unspoken tension.
I stood in front of him, my tall frame casting a shadow over his smaller one. His scent hit me first—something clean, like soap and fresh linen..but there was a hint of something else beneath it.
Fear?
Nervousness?
His fingers twisted together, and tiny beads of sweat dotted his forehead, and I could hear his shakily breath.
"You're Ethan, right?" I began, my tone measured. He nodded but kept his eyes fixed on the floor. The silence stretched between us, broken only by the steady ticking of the clock and the hum of the AC.
"You came to drop off these papers earlier," I continued, gesturing to the stack in his hands. "But you dropped them outside and left." Another nod. Jesus Christ, talk to me.
"And you saw what happened here earlier, didn't you?" My eyes bore into him, searching for any sign of resistance or defiance.
Still, he said nothing.
The quiet was maddening.
"You're not saying anything, Ethan?" I reached out, tilting his chin up with my fingers until his eyes met mine.
Tears.
They shimmered in the corners of his eyes, a silent plea that caught me off guard. For a moment, I forgot about the mission, the threat he posed—everything.
"Ethan, are you okay?" I asked softly, leaning closer to him. His breath hitched, and his lips trembled as if he were wrestling with something inside.
Then he spoke, his voice barely audible but carrying a weight that stopped me cold.
"Can you have sex with me, please?"He muttered his lips quivering
The words hung in the air between us, raw and desperate. My heart skipped a beat, and for the first time in a long while, I was at a loss for words.