Page 18 of Snake

Silas

“Silas?”

I turn, giving Romi Furino a harsh scowl. “What do you want?”

She looks offended at my bad attitude, but fuck it. I don’t owe her or her family a fucking thing. The Furinos were friends with the Pellegrinos before their spat earlier this year. And despite Knox being my friend, the Pellegrinos will always be my sworn enemies.

“Um, Nim asked if you could meet her in the library?”

“Now?” I was headed for the cafeteria to meet up with Mason and Knox. I’m hungry and tired after a hard day’s studying. “It’s almost dinner.”

Romi shrugs. “She said it was important.”

Why would Nim want to see me? Does she want to slap me too, or does she have something worse planned? Mason called me earlier, blathering something about cayenne pepper, but I was in the middle of class and feeling edgy as fuck with Eliza staring at me again, so I dropped the call. Now I’m wondering what he was so desperate to tell me.

As soon as I walk into the library, I know I shouldn’t be here. During the week, it’s open until midnight in case any students need to cram before a test. This time of day, the lights are turned low. Yellow ambiance pools on the study tables, and a few sullen stand-lamps at the end of the stacks add little more than atmosphere.

It looks eerie in here, and I almost turn around and walk right back the way I came. Until I hear the unmistakable sound of a feminine little gasp.

If I was a dog, my ears would prick up right now. I head for the source of the noise. It came from the back of the stacks, near one of the research sections. It’s gloomy back here, but there’s more than enough light for me to see Nim when I round the corner.

“Am I interrupting?” I ask as I lean against the shelf. The air is filled with the scent of musty books and furniture polish back here...and something else.

Nim plucks her hand out from under her skirt, throwing me a guilty look as she straightens the bottom of her dress. “You’re early.”

“I think I’m right on time.” I push away from the shelf with my hip and stalk closer, loving the way she draws back like she’s considering running. Maybe she can sense my sudden hunger. That scent—her sweet, tantalizing arousal—flicked a switch inside me. We’re supposed to be treating her nice, giving her space to come around so she’ll be at the town hall for the dance...but fuck it if she didn’t ask for this.

Literally.

She gives me a tremulous smile, holding her ground when I close the distance. I grab her bow, yanking it free from around her throat. She gasps at that, trying to grab the strip of satin when I snap it out from under her collar.

“Too late. It’s mine now.” I toy with the silver ribbon for a moment, and then loop it around one of her wrists. She watches me warily, lips parted and such an expectant glow in her eyes that I’m already bursting to get out of my pants by the time I have her wrists bound in front of her.There’s an unfamiliar smell on her tonight. Peppermint.

I’m not sure if I like it.

“On your knees.”

She sinks down obediently. But when I tug down my fly, she reaches for me with those bound hands and whispers, “Silas, wait.”

A growl spills out of my throat. “I’ve never liked a tease.”

“I...I want you to do something for me. Something...” She looks away, her cheeks dark, like she’s blushing.

This is new too. I grab her chin, forcing her to look up at me. The front of my pants is tenting, but I ignore the ache to have my dick in her mouth, more than happy to find out what she’s so ashamed to ask.

“Could you...would you read to me?”

The fuck? I tilt my head, but before I tell her to open her mouth and suck my cock, she reaches up behind her, fumbling on the shelf. She plucks out a big reference book with a glossy cover.

“Equine Conformation?” I frown at her. “You want me to read this shit to you?”

She clasps her bound hands in prayer, giving her lips a quick lick. “Yes. Please. I... I really like horses.”

I let out a huff of a laugh. “Full of surprises, aren’t you?” I’ve known girls with weird kinks, but this is a first for me. I hate horses, so I’m not sure how I feel about this, but—

“Would you read to me…and then come on my face?”

Christ, I almost come in my fucking pants when she asks me that. “On your—” A groan cuts me off. “Open that fucking mouth of yours.”

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