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Chapter 77

Stella

Quinn pushed me back against the bookshelf. The hard edge dug into my back, but I was past caring. A low pulse throbbed between my legs as he pushed them apart with his muscular thigh. I wanted him so badly. My body burned for him; it remembered how his cock had felt inside me, the way that sexy piercing hit nerve endings I didn’t know existed.

Someone moaned, it might have been me. I rubbed against his leg like a cat in heat, chasing the friction I needed to come, but just as I was about to hit my high, he pulled back.

I moaned with frustration.

“Patience, cupcake,” he told me right before he pushed my sweater up, baring my tits encased in a thin lace bra. “I’m not letting you come until I say so.”

A flash of lightning temporarily banished the shadows. For a moment, I panicked. What if someone came looking for us? Like a member of staff? I was already infamous. I didn’t want to be kicked out of college for having sex in a public place and endure even more headlines. My head cleared a little and I tried to push him away, but Quinn was having none of it.

“Be still,” he ordered, his voice hard and commanding. One hand wrapped firmly around my throat, holding me in place, while the other tugged my bra cups down, exposing my breasts.

I struggled against his grip, my chest heaving as I fought for oxygen. After a few moments, he loosened his grip and I sucked in a gulp of air.

“Are you going to be a good girl now?” he whispered in my ear as he pinched and pulled my aching nipples.

I nodded and he frowned. “No, Stella, I need your words. Tell me.”

“I’ll…be…good.”

He smiled before kissing me deeply, forcing his tongue in my mouth.

Handing over control of my pleasure to Quinn was liberating. All I had to do was obey him and I would be rewarded.

My whole body trembled, desperate for release. I no longer cared about being caught. He’d obliterated my reserves, blown up the protective wall I’d spent years building.

“Take my cock out,” he said when we broke apart, in a tone that brooked no argument.

He was thick and hard in my hand, the skin velvety soft. I rubbed my thumb over his piercings and he groaned softly against my lips, his breath hot and sweet.

The thin glow of the emergency lights from the main entrance cast very little illumination beyond the first stacks. The library was swallowed up by inky shadows, with an occasional flash of lightning followed by rumbling thunder the only respite.

The storm appeared to be moving away but heavy rain still lashed against the glass and the power had yet to be restored.

It felt like the rest of the world didn’t matter. It was just me and Quinn in our own little bubble.

“Get on your knees.”

I did as I was told, sinking to the rough nylon carpet, ignoring the little voice in my head that reminded me it was likely filthy. I wanted to please Quinn, be his good little girl.

Did that make me fucked up? Probably.

Did I care? Not right now.

Quinn pressed the fat head of his cock against my lips, pushing to gain entry. They parted automatically and his flavor, salt with a hint of smoke, burst on my tongue.

My tongue swirled around, lapping up every drop of pre-cum that oozed out of the tiny slit on his crown. His piercing felt deliciously cool against my tongue.

“That’s it, suck it. I want to see my cock so far down your throat you’re gagging on it.”

His filthy words ignited a fire in my core and I moaned around his cock. He hissed and gripped the back of my head, wrapping his fingers in my red hair.

As he pushed his cock further inside my mouth, I remembered seeing Brax do the same to Rowena the night I arrived.

I’d felt sorry for her; the way she’d gagged on his length had looked downright uncomfortable, humiliating even, but now, I understood the appeal.

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