Chapter 6
- Celeste
- “No one,” Celeste rolled her eyes and took two more steps, and he followed suit. Leading the villain up the staircase wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but she couldn't get around him, and he looked like he wanted to devour her. “I was avoiding you. Why else would I be hiding out in the library with most of the lights off?”
- “You weren’t waiting for Talon?” He didn’t move a muscle, and his stare was nothing but accusatory. She needed to gain some control back. It was fine if he hated her, but she couldn't keep letting him make her feel like this.
- “Why the hell would I meet up with Talon alone? I barely made it out alive in the middle of the fucking campus.” She pointed her finger at him because there wasn't anything else to do at this point. She didn’t get why he was here asking her who she was having a secret rendezvous with. He hated her, he’d made that clear, and she thought that’s why he was looking for her tonight. She figured he’d grill her about Blaine, see if he could squeeze any secrets out of her.
- “Declan told me everything.” He moved closer, his blue eyes simmering with something akin to anger. Raging, unabashed hatred that he'd saved up just for her.
- She laughed, but there was no humor to be found. “If he told you everything, why the hell would you think I’d go anywhere near Talon?” She turned away from him and began walking up the rest of the marble staircase. The top floor of the library was completely dark, but anything was better than standing so close to Kane McCoy. “You’re just mad that your second in command told me to stay in my room and I didn’t follow orders. When have I ever done anything your goofball friends told me to?” She laughed, reaching the top step, but it was short-lived because Kane’s hand cupped the back of her neck roughly as he forced her to walk toward the marble banister that overlooked the first floor of the library and spun her around to face him. The cold slate bit into her lower back, and she tried to steady her breathing. If she showed him any level of fear, she might as well just sign her death wish right now..
- Logically, Celeste knew Kane was sadistic, and he didn't want her as anything more than just a toy to take out all his anger and guilt on, but she couldn't quench the lust she felt when she looked at him.
- She let her eyes take him in one last time, and she found herself itching to reach out and touch his unreasonably handsome face. When her gaze reached his eyes, heat hit her right in the lower belly, and her body responded. His anger had evaporated, and the only thing she saw in his eyes now was desire.
- His dark lashes closed against the panes of his cheeks when she gave in and touched his face. He groaned low with need when her hand traveled to his neck and then downward. She brushed his peacoat open, desperate to feel the hard lines of his chest and stomach beneath her fingers. “I thought you wanted to hurt me, Kane.” Her voice sounded foreign even to her own ears, husky, teasing, a tone she didn't use for anyone else..
- “There are many ways I can hurt you, Celeste Monroe,” he whispered as his thigh slid between her legs. This was the first time she felt his hard cock pressing against her, and even through his slacks and her dress, she could feel the thickness. Her body responded as he ground his thigh against her, and Kane adjusted quickly. His hand came out to cup the back of her head as it fell back from the pleasure flooding through her. She spread her legs wider and wrapped her arms around his neck, grinding her body against him, gasping as more pressure was applied to her clit. “Fuccck,” he growled just before his mouth covered hers. He kissed her so deeply that it felt like he was trying to consume her.
- Kane was absolutely frantic as his lips devoured hers, as if he needed this from her. It felt as though he'd missed having her like this, as if he'd imagined what she’d taste like a million times before. His hand came up to cup her breast, and he pinched her nipple, rolling it between his fingers. He was impatient, groaning into her mouth as he lifted her to wrap her legs around his hips. He was hard, he wanted her, and despite what she'd say when her panties were dry, she didn't want to stop him. She wanted him to make her forget how sad she was, even for just a little while.
- He used his hips to press her against the railing, and he ripped the back of her dress apart, causing it to slide down her shoulders. He wasted no time getting rid of her bra and then teased and pulled on her nipples as his tongue slid against hers. He finally pulled away from their heated kiss, and she felt his lips and tongue on the curve of her neck. She arched up, pressing her breast into his hand, and she felt him grip her hip with his other hand, pulling her up as he thrust his cock against her wet panties. She could feel him throbbing even through his pants.
- “I promised Blaine I wouldn’t fuck you. He said I’d ruin you. But there are so many ways to ruin a girl like you, Celeste,” Kane's voice was laced with anguish, but the bite of anger was back. Celeste stiffened in his arms as his mouth began to trail down from her neck to her chest.
- “Stop it! Kane, let me go!” She cried out when he glared at her, the passion completely gone from his eyes.
- He complied, or at least she thought he was going to when he let her feet touch the floor, but he yanked her dress all the way off, leaving her standing in front of him in nothing but lacy pink panties, her shoes, and the necklace she'd tucked away. “Would Blaine really want you wearing this while you were straddling my dick? He was always looking out for you, and look where that got him.” She sucked in a breath when she felt him roughly grasp the pendant between his fingers, the same fingers that had been kneading her breasts so gently moments ago. “You’re going to tell me where he was supposed to be that night eventually and why you weren’t with him like he said you would be.”
- She felt the burn of the chain rubbing against the sensitive skin of her neck just before it snapped, and she had to stop herself from grabbing for it. If he realized that she needed the library key to get out tonight, she'd be stuck there until someone came to set up for the early riser students.
- Her stomach dropped when he pocketed the chain, pendant, and key. He grinned so evilly; she realized he’d caught on. He slid off his pea coat and tossed it at her before he picked her dress and bra up off the floor. “Enjoy your night of solitude, Celeste.” He grabbed her by the throat, and his gaze swept her body one last time before their eyes met again. “Remember, all of this will stop when you tell me what I want to know. So think about that while you’re walking back to your dorm tomorrow wearing nothing but wet panties and a coat with my fucking name embroidered on it.”
- He squeezed hard enough for her to make a choking noise, and she saw the delight in his eyes at the sound. When he finally let her go, she slid to the floor, gasping for air as she watched him head for the stairs. It felt like she didn’t get a full breath until she heard the heavy door to the library close behind him. He thought he was breaking her, and that he was winning.
- But the games had only just begun.