Page 161 of Theirs to Ruin

“No, I don’t mind," I replied, forcing nonchalance into my voice. "In fact, why don’t I just let you two catch up—” I began to rise from my seat, eager to escape the awkwardness of the situation.

Kage’s firm hand on my wrist stopped me. His voice was icy when he said, "Sit the fuck down, Camille. Now."

I flinched at the harshness in his tone. “Kage—” I began.

“Sit. Down,” he commanded.

I slowly sank back into my chair, my cheeks hot with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. Around us, the bustling coffee shop had quieted, as if everyone's attention was drawn to our table and the sudden drama unfolding.

"Number one," Kage said, not bothering to look at Jessa. "Jessa was rude by inviting herself to sit with us."

Jessa shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

"Number two," Kage continued, his gaze still locked onto mine, "as I was going to say before you decided to run away, Jessa needs tonotsay another word and leave."

Jessa cleared her throat, her eyes darting between Kage and me. "Sorry," she mumbled. Without waiting for a response, she grabbed her coffee and hastily retreated.

But Kage wasn’t finished. He abruptly stood up, grasping the back of my chair with such force that I thought it might splinter. He loomed over me, his towering frame casting a shadow that sent a chill down my spine despite the warmth of the coffee shop.

Bending down, his free hand cupped my waist. His face inches from mine, he growled, "Number three, when a girl approaches me, I don’t care who the fuck she is—an old fling or someone just itching for a quickie—it doesn’t matter. You donotbow out and walk away. Are we clear?"

My heart raced, pounding loudly in my ears as I struggled to process what was happening. "Can we talk about this later?" I stammered, my voice catching in my throat.

Leaning in even closer, his intoxicating scent enveloped me. "No, we can't. Are we clear?"

I swallowed hard, trying to regain my composure. I had to make him understand. "It's just...we never talked about being exclusive. And with the way you are about me and..." My voice trailed off, my mind flashing back to our conversations about Ty and Dante.

Kage's face darkened. "Wrong fucking answer," he said, his voice dripping with warning.

He lifted me up and dropped me on the table, the cold, hard surface pressing against my ass. He positioned himself between my legs.

The room around me faded. The only thing that felt real was Kage, the heat from his body, his hardened cock pressing against me, the raw intensity in his eyes. He wrapped a fistful of my hair around his hand and pulled my head back gently yet possessively. Without warning, he crushed his lips against mine, drowning out the gasps and shouts from the onlookers. The kiss was rough, passionate, and a clear message of possession.

He finally pulled away just enough to let me breathe. In my ear, he murmured, "I should fuck you right here. I’m feeling generous today, probably from all the fucking we've been doing, so I won’t. But from now on, that's what I’m going to do, Camille. If you ever walk away and leave me with another girl, if you even think about trying it, I swear to God, I will fuck you right there, so you learn never to do it again. Are we clear?"

My pussy throbbed, betraying my own body's reaction to his dominance. "Yes," I said.

"Whose am I?" he demanded.

"Mine," I responded, my voice a little louder than before.

"Damn straight," he growled. "Now, I've got class and I'm fucking pissed. I need to cool off. I'll see you back home."

Before I could react, he kissed me again with a possessiveness that left no room for doubt that he’d just claimed me in front of the entire coffee shop. Then, without another word, he turned on his heel and stormed out.

The atmosphere in the coffee shop was thick with tension. I was hyper-aware of every gaze fixed on me, every hushed whisper. As if sensing my discomfort, someone snickered, "Looks like someone got her coffee with an extra shot of drama."

Jessa approached me, her face a mix of embarrassment and amusement. "Hey, sorry about all that," she began. "Can't blame a girl for trying. But looks like Kage O’Hare is off the market. Good for you, girl. He's a handful, but damn if he isn't worth it." With that, she sauntered off.

Slowly, I slid off the table, my legs feeling unsteady. My face was burning but a stupid smile tugged at my lips.

Taking a deep breath, I settled back into my chair. I attempted to refocus on my calculus assignment, but my concentration was nonexistent. My skin still tingled from Kage's touch and I was so aroused I feared I’d leave a wet spot on my pants and chair.

Across the coffee shop, a couple of female students were engrossed in their own animated discussion. As I tried to block them out, one word piqued my interest – Dante.

"I swear that when I flirted with him he was interested,” one girl said.

“Yeah, he’s been interested in a lot of girls at our school,” her friend said.

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