Page 126 of Blades of Obsession

“Oh, yeah. Her dorm room is packed up because she’s going to be staying at John’s house over the summer. And she was excited because she planned lots of things for you guys to do there during summer break.” He grabs my hand and kisses it.

“Really? That sounds fun.”

I’ve never had arealsummer break, with my friends, getting to do whatever I wanted. My dad never let me go out much, even during the summer months. And with Frankie’s crazy tail self, I know she planned some over-the-top fun stuff for us to do. I guess I’ll finally be making up for all the times I never got to live a happy childhood.

As we walk through the halls, an idea hits me. Payback. For him teasing me on that hike, getting me all worked up, and then stopping. And all the other times he’s teased me too. Revenge is best served cold, but right now, my skin’s heating up thinking about what I’m going to do.

I stop in my tracks, causing him to stop and look at me confused.

“What’s wrong?”

“I want to do something for you.” I trail my hand lightly over his chest. “In the bathroom. With my mouth.”

His eyes darken with pure, intense desire. “Right now?” His voice is rough, husky.

I nod, pulling him towards the bathroom. “Right now.”

As soon as we slip into the empty bathroom, I shut the door behind us. His eyes follow me, hungry with anticipation, as I guide him to the farthest corner from the door. I drop to my knees, my fingers teasingly brushing against his skin as I unbutton his tan slacks. I trace the tattoo on his thigh, enjoying the feel of it under my fingertips.

“Amelia…” he groans, tangling his hand in my hair.

Perfect. He’s right where I want him.

I pull his pants down to his ankles, leaving him vulnerable, and look up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “Close your eyes. It makes you feel more,” I whisper, my voice dripping with seduction.

“Fuck. When the hell did you get so kinky?” He closes his eyes, completely giving in.

I wait until he’s engrossed in the moment, until there’s a fire of need burning in him, then I spring to my feet and dart out of the bathroom.

“Amelia!” His voice rings out behind me, rough and commanding, just as the door swings shut with a resounding slam on its own.

A burst of laughter escapes me as I race down the empty hallways, my footsteps pounding against the floor in sync with the quick rhythm of my heartbeat. I dart around a few corners, my breath hitching in excitement, knowing he doesn’t stand a chance of catching up, especially with his pants down. By the time he even realized what was happening, I’d already bolted out of the bathroom. There’s no way he’s going to catch me.

I run like hell.

Chapter 48

BLADE

I swing open the bathroom door, the sound of Amelia’s laughter echoing down the hall. Her playful squeals are driving me wild. I sprint after her, my heart racing not just from the chase, but from the pure fucking joy she brings into my life.

She keeps me on my toes, challenges me in ways no other woman has before. At first, I needed violence, murder, small doses of chaos to make me feel alive and satisfy my primal urges. But now, she does that all on her own.

I let her get ahead, wanting her to believe she has a chance to escape, prolonging the chase. She darts through the art hallway, her hair flying behind her as she disappears around a corner. I love that this university has endless hallways and rooms, the perfect playground for this type of game.

Amelia ducks into the library, and I follow, but she’s already slipped out the door on the other side. I chuckle, the thrill of the hunt surging through me. I catch a glimpse of her figure darting into the dining hall and I chase her through the maze of tables.

Suddenly, she throws down one of the chairs in my path. I don’t see it coming and just barely stop myself from tripping. I fall on one knee and it gives her a few extra seconds to run out of the room. I can’t help but smirk as I stand back to my feet. My conniving little angel.

She’s out of sight now, but not for long. I move through the building, checking each room until I spot her at the end of a hall, clutching her chest, trying to catch her breath.

Slowly, I adjust my footing and sneak up behind her. Just as she’s about to start running again, I grab and lift her off the ground. She screams in surprise but I place my hand over her mouth and shove her into the nearby janitor’s closet.

“Thought you could get away, did you?” My voice is a low growl in her ear.

I bend her over the janitor’s cart, her dress riding up. She shivers with anticipation, feeling the cool air against her thighs. She struggles against me, but I pin her arms behind her back.

The first smack lands on her ass, and she gasps. “Keep still,” I order, then land another smack. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I lean down, my lips grazing her ear. “I think you forgot who’s in control. I decide who gets pleasure and when. Now, get on your knees so I can remind your throat of that.” I rub her ass. “Understand?”

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