Page 32 of Into The Darkness

The hem of my skirt lifted as he inched closer to my underwear.

“Do you want me to keep going?” he asked, and all I could do was nod. He smirked. “My, my, little Ember, what a naughty girl you are. You want to ride my hand in the middle of the library?” His hypnotic gaze plastered onto mine, and I was desperate. I had never felt a need, a desire like this in my entire life.

His fingers glided over my underwear, teasing my clit. A moan slipped out, then Ash stopped and stared at me while my back arched from carnal pleasure.

“Use your words and answer my question,” he demanded, rubbing circles over my folds.

“Yes,” I begged, hoping he would plunge his fingers inside me and relieve me of the pent-up need coursing through my veins. I was desperate and dire for him to give me something.

However, his hands retreated, leaving me with a sense of emptiness as he swiftly lowered my skirt. He stepped back, his departure cutting through me like a blade. It was a familiar ache, a reminder that this was Ash—the same guy who reveled in making me squirm and exposing my vulnerability. My heart plummeted, sinking to the depths of despair.

This was his pattern, after all. He excelled in leaving me in a state of humiliation and desolation, as if my emotions were nothing more than a game to him. Even though I longed for a different outcome, the reality of his actions stung more than I would have cared to admit. It was a bitter truth I had grown accustomed to, a painful routine I couldn’t escape.

Chapter eleven

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

It took everything out of me to stop, with how wet her pussy was beneath the fabric of her panties. What really caught me off guard was how a moan slipped out of her mouth and her back arched, forcing my fingers closer to her desperate cunt.

She made me feel fucking alive.

The girl was supposed to be innocent. I was supposed to run her out of town with my antics, but she walked into the darkness like she wanted to be a part of it. She surprised me in so many ways, which only ignited my curiosity to figure out what made her tick.

Gaining self-control was important in these types of situations. I needed a reminder I was using her. She was a pawn in a larger operation. So I needed to walk away from the thought that I could sink my cock into her, and become the man my father needed me to be.

I walked back to the table I was sitting at before Ember walked over, and refused to turn around to see the disappointment marring her face. No, I couldn’t because then I would go back to being the man—

A small sniffle came from behind me.Fuck.

Against my better judgment, I turned around to Ember staring at me with tears flowing down her face. The guilt rushed into me. She was beautiful, so innocent, and deserved none of this.

“I j-just wanted t-to say tha-thank you for fixing my c-car,” she said between sobs she was trying so hard to hold back. She turned to walk off, wiping away the tears falling from her face.

“Wait.” I threw my laptop and notebook into my bag and flung it over my shoulder, running after her. In this moment, fuck my dad. She was too fucking perfect to be falling apart like this, and I needed to help her figure it out.

There had to be a way to take Walsh down without involving Ember. Granted, he had been in Isles for three years and nobody had even come close to bringing him down, which was why my father came up with the plan involving Ember, but I needed to come up with a solution that didn’t.

I sped down the stairs behind her, but she didn’t turn around, and quickened her steps until she got outside.

Scanning the streets, I didn’t see her car. Did she take the bus again?

“Shit,” I mumbled. The buses didn’t run during the thick rain due to safety issues, and of course, it was downpouring right now, and there was Ember with no jacket on and a fucking white turtleneck, getting soaked. She was not walking around with a drenched white T-shirt like she was in a wet T-shirt contest.

“Ember Solis,” I called out. She turned, her hair flinging droplets of water through the air. “Get. In. The. Fucking. Car.”

She huffed and turned around, my gaze catching on her pink nipples.

“Are you not wearing a bra?” Her tits bounced with each step she took.

“It wasn’t raining this morning . . .” she mumbled as she walked past me toward my car.

When I caught up to her, I opened the door, lifted her into the seat, then brought my lips a hairsbreadth from hers. “That’s not my concern, mi sol. I’m worried that every slinging dick on this campus is going to be looking at what is mine.”

“I am not yours,” she huffed, but her raspy tone told a different story. She was mine.

“You are mine. You’ll always be mine—for all the days that I am here.”

I grabbed her chin, turned her face to the side, and licked up the tears and rain streaking her cheek.

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