Master of Lust-Chapter 185: Interrogation gone wrong [1]

Chapter - 185

Megan's mind whirled with disbelief and anger as she watched Rick approach. What was he playing at? His movements seemed to come from some twisted fantasy, and Megan's heart raced with apprehension.

As Rick drew nearer, Megan braced herself, unsure of what was coming next. Then, in a sudden, jarring moment, his lips crashed against hers with a force that bordered on violence.

Rick's kiss was like a storm, fierce and overwhelming, his tongue invading her mouth without warning. Megan recoiled in shock, feeling violated as he explored her mouth with an almost predatory hunger.

The kiss was suffocating, leaving Megan gasping for air and struggling to push him away. It was as if Rick was trying to consume her, to possess her completely.

In that moment, Megan's confusion gave way to a white-hot rage. How dare he? How dare he treat her like some object to be toyed with? The anger burned inside her like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path.

Megan's shock morphed into a blazing inferno of rage the moment Rick's lips dared to touch hers. With a swift, decisive motion, she shoved him away, her movements fueled by a righteous fury that threatened to consume them both. "How dare you?" she spat, her voice a venomous hiss that sliced through the air like a razor blade.

Her gaze bore into him, a fiery intensity burning with every passing second. Her fists clenched at her sides, trembling with the sheer force of her rage. She demanded an explanation, unwilling to let him off the hook for his brazen actions. The tension in the air was suffocating, thick with the weight of Megan's fury.

"Dear Miss Megan, you have called me here all alone, at such an empty venue, for this only, right? And also you have dressed yourself in such a sexy attire, for me. So, now why are you behaving innocent?", Rick exclaimed, furiously.

"I didn't call you here for that, you arrogant prick," she spat, her words like venom, "I dressed up for myself." Her hands trembled with indignation as she struggled to hold her anger.

Rick's expression hardened, his tone shaking. "Come on, Miss Megan. Don't play innocent. You've been flirting with me all the while, passing signals of your affection."

Megan's eyes flashed with anger. "Flirting? Sending signals? I've barely even spoken to you bloody dumbass, let alone flirted with you. And dressing up is not an invitation for you to kiss me!"

Rick's temper ignited like a powder keg. "Then why the hell am I wasting my time here, Megan?" His words dripped with condescension, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. Explore stories at m,v l'e-novelbuddy.net

Megan's patience snapped like a twig underfoot. "Don't you dare play dumb with me, Rick. You know exactly why you're here," she spat, her voice rising with each syllable.

"No Miss Megan, I don't know why I am here? Do I?", Rick laughed with a smirk, "Do enlighten me, Miss Megan. I'm dying to hear your brilliant explanation."

Megan's frustration was palpable, her jaw clenched so tight it looked like she was trying to crush diamonds. "Let me ask you again," she ground out, her voice a venomous whisper. "Why were you spying on the lecture hall?"

Rick's response was like pouring gasoline on a raging fire. He met her glare with a smirk, defiance oozing from every pore. "Who the hell are you to stick your nose in my business? Why should I tell you anything?"

Megan's patience snapped like a brittle twig. "You're testing my patience, Rick," she spat, her words sharp enough to cut glass. "I have got you dead to rights. I have seen the footage. I know you are lying. Tell me the truth, or I will make you regret it."

But Rick just laughed, a sound as grating as nails on a chalkboard. "Easy there, Miss Megan," he taunted, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You can't threaten me without proof. And violence? Well, let's just say I'm more than capable of defending myself."

"But if you want it, I can do anything for you... My respectful, beautiful teacher," Rick responded with a mysterious chuckle.

Megan's fury heightened at Rick's wicked laugh, the sound slicing through her like a butcher knife. Without a second thought, she moved forward, her hand raised in anger, ready to deliver a sharp slap to Rick's cheek. But before her palm could make contact, Rick moved with surprising speed, catching her hand in a firm grip.

Megan's eyes widened in disbelief as Rick effortlessly twisted her hand behind her back, a move so swift and forceful it stole her breath away. His strength was like a vice, pinning her in place with a cruel efficiency that sent a chill down her spine.

A sharp gasp escaped Megan's lips as her body involuntarily arched backward, her balance teetering on the edge of collapse. She struggled against Rick's hold, muscles straining with every ounce of defiance she could muster.

"Let me go, you vile pig!" Megan's voice echoed through the room, a blend of fury and frustration, her words dripping with disdain. But Rick remained unmoved, his expression a mask of indifference as he held her in his grasp, a puppet at the mercy of her puppeteer.

"Easy there, Megan," Rick said, his tone calm but authoritative. "I am sorry, Miss Megan... But you see, you yourself chose the violence."

Megan seethed with frustration, feeling Rick's grip like chains binding her. But she wasn't about to go down without a fight. With a surge of primal instinct, she summoned every ounce of strength within her and launched a lightning-quick kick straight at Rick's most vulnerable spot, between Rick's thighs with all the force she could muster.

The impact landed like a thunderbolt, a fierce blow aimed with surgical precision. Rick's grip faltered immediately, his face contorted in agony as he stumbled backward, doubled over in pain. Megan didn't hesitate for a second, her eyes blazing with determination as she seized the opportunity to break free from his grasp.

With a primal roar of triumph, she pushed herself away from Rick, every muscle in her body pulsing with adrenaline.

"That was low, even for someone like you, Miss Megan," Rick hissed through gritted teeth, a hint of pain flickering across his features. Despite the blow, there was a twisted smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, as if he found amusement in the situation.

In recent weeks, Rick had undergone a transformation, a metamorphosis into something more than mortal. The last he could remember he was 63% Mortal, about to reach the pinnacle of being Mortal according to the system. What it meant, he did not know. What was beyond that? He did not know. Neither did he ever thought about it.

Megan, on the other hand, stepped back, her chest heaving with exertion, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. She watched Rick, doubled over in agony, with a mix of satisfaction and disdain dancing in her eyes.

Turning back to face him, she couldn't help but tease him with a tincture of laughter in her voice. "What happened, big guy? Tired already?" she taunted, her tone mixed with a mixture of joy and superiority.

Rick, still smarting from Megan's earlier attack, lifted his gaze to meet hers, a mixture of irritation and fury simmering beneath the surface. Despite the pain throbbing through his body, a faint smirk played at the corners of his mouth, "You caught me," he admitted with a rueful chuckle. "I thought you were a soft girl, but you got good stamina."

Megan's smirk widened into a full-fledged, as she reveled in her victory. "That's right," she declared, her voice ringing with confidence. "Now surrender yourself and tell me the truth."

"And why do you think I would confess the truth?", Rick said, laughing. He stood up grasping all the strength.

Megan's momentary happiness dissolved in air, as Rick's words cut through the air like a knife. Before she could react, he closed the distance between them in a fraction of second, slamming her back against the wall with a force that knocked the breath from her lungs.

As Rick's forceful actions slammed Megan's back against the wall of Dean's chamber, a sharp cry of pain escaped her lips. The impact sent shockwaves of agony passing through her body.

Megan's muscles tensed involuntarily as she struggled to cope up the intensity of the pain, her hands reaching out to protect herself against the unyielding wall behind her. In that moment, all she could do was grit her teeth and bear the pain. And Rick closed the distance between them fast, grabbed her hands and pushed them over her head.

"Let me go, and maybe I will consider sparing you, my precious Miss Megan," Rick slurred his words, his breath hot against Megan's ear as he leaned in, his touch sending shivers through Megan's body. But before she could react, his tongue slithered up her neck, leaving a trail of revulsion in its wake, like a slimy snake leaving its mark.

Megan's skin crawled with disgust as Rick's words oozed with false promises.

"Not so fast, you pathetic excuse for a man," Megan spat, her voice dripping with disdain. "I know your type, Rick. You think you can manipulate your way out of any situation, but not with me. I see right through your lies, and I won't let you get away with it."

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