Page 63 of Soulless Rivalry

Konstantin Korolov looked… cute.

“Are you… complimenting me?” A small smile tugged at my lips but I didn’t want him thinking I was mocking him so I did my best not to let it show.

He caught on it anyway and shook his head, his blush deepening. “Forget I even said anything.”

He went to move away and I grabbed his arm, bringing it flush against my chest to use my whole weight to keep him from moving. “I’m sorry, I swear I’m not laughing at you!” I chuckled, loving this new version of him. “It was a little unexpected but nice. Thank you.”

Konstantin looked me in the eye and nodded once his embarrassment eased.

“And thanks for the book.”

“Are you still researching The Order?”

I nodded, taking the old book from him, our fingers grazing. He seemed to have done it on purpose and I loved that even more.

“I am. It would probably go faster if I had the book but I always seem to forget it in the s?—”

Without a word, he produced the small journal from inside his jacket, making my eyes widen.

“Oh, you grabbed it!” I took it from his hands, looking up at him with a grin. “I could kiss you right now.”

“So do it.” The words coming out of his mouth made everything slow down around us and I looked up at him in surprise.

I gulped, waiting for him to take it back but he never did.

“You want me to kiss you?”

“I want us to do a whole lot more than just that,moshennik.”

My heart beat fast against my ribcage, desire igniting in my stomach. Deciding to let us indulge in what we both wanted, I took a step toward him, stood on my tiptoes, and brushed my lips against him, my eyes closing slightly.

The moment was over almost as soon as it started and I pushed away. “You got what you wanted, now?—”

I never got to finish that sentence, because Konstantin had me by the throat and pushed me against the shelves, claiming my mouth in a violent kiss.

I moaned from the impact, the copper taste of blood flooding my tastebuds. I lapped at his lips greedily, wanting to commit his taste to memory.

“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do that since I left you at your dorm last night,” he confessed.

“Give me your fingers. Please, like last time.”

Maybe later on, in the confines of my room, I would feel ashamed of the way I asked for things, the whimpers coming out of my mouth and the way my panties were soaked right through, but at the moment, none of that mattered.

“There’s something else I want to try,” he whispered against my lips.

I moaned in complaint when he pulled back from me, but that was quickly forgotten when he dropped to his knees, looking up at me with lust clouding his gaze.

My breath caught in my throat and I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

One might have said that being on his knees might have made him appear less dangerous, and less in control, but I would disagree.

Even in this position, he screamed control.

“I’ve been thinking about it ever since we kissed in church.”

Not giving me time to ask or even reply, his hands snuck up under my skirt until he grabbed the waistband of my panties. I spread my legs a little, making it easier for him to slide them down my thighs. They weren’t sexy by any means, just a basic pair of white cotton underwear. Comfortable and convenient.

Once they were completely off, I couldn’t help but blush at the sight of the wet patch on them.

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