Page 61 of The Library

I know it’s wrong. I know I should be terrified. But fear has always excited me. It’s always been something that gets me off. The idea of being powerless, of someone else having complete control over me—it sends a shiver down my spine, my body responding even as my mind screams at me to stop.

Then I feel it—a hand tracing the lines of my body, slow and deliberate, like it knows exactly where to touch, where to tease. My skin hums under the contact, my breath hitching as fingers slide between my thighs, finding me already soaking wet. A dark thrill pulses through me, and I can’t deny the heat it sends coursing through my veins. I’m already lost.

The blindfold presses harder against my eyes as I’m lifted into the air, strong hands gripping my bound body as if I weigh nothing. The wine I drank earlier has dulled my senses, making everything feel slower, hazier, but the fear is sharp, cutting through the fog. My head swims with the sudden jolt of adrenaline, but instead of fear making me panic, I can feel how it’s fueling my arousal. My body is betraying me.

I can’t see him, but I can feel the heat of his presence. Whoever this is—because some part of me still doesn’t know, still refuses to believe it’s not him—they’re big, strong, and dominating. The kind of presence that takes up space, that makes you want to shrink in response.

I’m shoved into what feels like a trunk, my body hitting the cold, metal floor with a dull thud. The sound of the trunk slamming shut reverberates around me, trapping me inside the darkness. My breath is loud in my ears, my pulse pounding, and I can hear the muffled sound of an engine roaring to life.

Then, as the car speeds off, I hear it. Faint, but unmistakable.“RunRunRun”by Dutch Melrose playing through the car’s speakers.

I don’t know whether to scream or moan.

Sebastian

The second I see the text from Lilith, a wicked smile spreads across my lips. She’s playing with fire, and she knows it. That picture she sent—the one with a page from her smut book, where the guy kidnaps the girl, chases her through the woods, and fucks her—it’s practically a challenge. And the little smirk emoji at the end of her message? That’s her tempting me. Teasing me. That’s fine, we can play cat and mouse.

I know her better than she thinks. She can’t send me something like that without expecting a reaction. And she’s right—I’m more than ready.

I can already picture her lying in her bed, restless, probably biting her lip the way she always does when she’s turned on. She’s trying to rile me up, test my patience, maybe even see if I’ll play along with her fantasies. But what she doesn’t realize is that I’m always playing, always watching. I’ve been keeping tabs on her for months, tracking her every move. She thinks she’s in control, but she’s not. Not when I have cameras set up in her apartment, watching her every time she walks in the door.

Right now, she’s at her apartment, not at my house where she was supposed to be. I knew the second she left—I have a tracker in her phone, something she’s blissfully unaware of. I watch her more than she could ever know, and tonight, I’m going to take things to the next level.

Ty notices the grin creeping onto my face as I glance down at my phone. He quirks an eyebrow, clearly about to run his mouth. “What’s got you smilin’ like that, Sebby? Don’t tell me. Lilith texted you some sweet nothin’?” He smirks, knowing damn well there’s nothing innocent about it.

I chuckle, shaking my head. “She’s testing me with one of her little fantasies. Sent me a picture from one of her books—some bullshit about the guy kidnapping the girl, fucking her in the woods.”

Ty’s laugh is immediate, loud as hell as he leans back, nearly dropping his cigarette. “Oh, jesus christ. Of course she did. You two are fucking insane, man. I swear, if I didn’t know you better, I’d think you were actually gonna haul her off and tie her to a tree or some shit. But hey, whatever gets your rocks off, right? Kidnap the girl, fuck her senseless in the woods. Sounds like a dream date for you.”

I smirk, already plotting. “Exactly. She wants to play a game? I’ll give her one. I’ll kidnap her, drag her into the woods, let her run. Then I’ll catch her. And when I do…”

Ty nearly doubles over laughing, slapping his knee. “Ah, fuck, dude. You’re actually gonna do it, aren’t you? Classic Sebastian. ‘Come here, baby, lemme ruin your life in the most twisted way possible.’ Jesus. You better hope she doesn’t end up running for real. Knowing you, you’ll probably drag it out just to watch her squirm.” He wipes a tear from his eye.

I snort, then murmur, that dark grin creeping up my face. “She thinks she knows what she’s asking for, but I’ll make sure she understands. I’ll let her run… and when I catch her?”

Ty slaps me on the back, shaking his head with that wide grin. “Yeah, yeah, big bad wolf shit. ‘Come here, little red riding hood, lemme show you what the fuck’s really going down.’ You two are something else, man. But I get it. I pull that shit on Annaall the time. You know she loves it. Just don’t go too soft on her. She’ll get bored.”

I smirk, knowing exactly what Ty means. “Don’t worry. She has no idea what’s coming.”

Ty slaps me on the back, still cackling. “Shit, man, that’s classic. You’re a sick fuck, you know that? And don’t act like she doesn’t love it. I mean, who wouldn’t? Let me know if you need backup, though. Always happy to help terrorize a little. You know me.” He winks.

I grin, shaking my head. “Nah, Ty. This one’s all mine.”

We finish up our work, disposing the last body and wiping down any trace of our presence. The entire time, my mind is on Lilith, on the plans I’m forming in my head. I can picture her now, lounging on her bed, waiting for my response. But I’m not going to give her one. Not yet. I want her to stew in the silence, to wonder if I’ve seen the message, to get frustrated when I don’t reply.

I’m going to make her regret tempting me.

Ty rides alongside me back to my place, still grinning like a goddamn maniac. The second he pulls his helmet off, he’s already running his mouth. “You better fucking enjoy that, man,” he says, slapping my shoulder. “And don’t go too soft on her. She likes it rough, right? You know, if you need a hand, I’m always down to help… tag team it or something.” He winks, laughing like the twisted bastard he is.

I shake my head, smirking. “Nah, you’d only fuck it up and let her down.”

He lets out a mock gasp, holding his hand to his chest. “You wound me, Sebby! Fine, fine. But when she’s crawling back for more, just remember who offered to make it even more interesting.” He revs his bike before pulling away, still grinning like he’s just told the world’s dirtiest joke.

“Get the fuck outta here, Ty,” I call out, shaking my head, watching him ride off.

“Just don’t break her too soon!” he shouts over his shoulder, laughing as he disappears down the driveway.

Ty and I are so close, we’ve seen the worst parts of each other—shared women, secrets, and blood. But Lilith? She’s different. No one will ever see me fuck her. She’s mine, and I don’t share what belongs to me. I wave him off and head inside, immediately moving to gather everything I need. The first stop is my garage, where I swap out my bike for the car. I’ll need the trunk for what I’m about to do. Next, I head upstairs to my office, where I have a mask tucked away in one of the drawers — and everything else I need. It’s something special, something I had made just for nights like this—a mask that looks like shattered glass, splattered with blood. I know Lilith has a mask kink. I’ve seen the way she scrolls through TikTok, watching videos of men in masks, her lips parted in fascination. She thinks she’s being discreet, but I’m always watching. I know her better than she knows herself.

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