Page 60 of The Devil's Hunt

"I'm not," he responded.

"Look, I don't know what's going on with you, but I will not do this with you. I am tired and hungry. So if this is how you're going to act toward me, then I'm out of here." I sighed in frustration, shoving my laptop and notebooks in my bag. I stood up, pushing my chair into his groin, garnering a groan from him, and walked toward the stairs.

"Mila, stop," he called after me.

I ignored him and had barely made it a couple of feet before he spun me around to face him, his grip tight and unrelenting.

"I said fucking stop!" he growled, his anger radiating off of him in waves of heat.

"I don’t have to listen to you. I'm not your fucking property," I spatback, challenging him.

The way his green eyes changed color in front of me was both shocking and menacing. My stomach dropped as I saw the shift in him. He yanked me toward him in a blur of movement, dragging me into a secluded corner of the aisle near where I had been studying. He shoved me against the cold wall, the only thing holding me up as he spoke, as he pinned me to it.

He brought his face close to mine.

"I don't know how to make it any clearer to you that you are mine. You always will be. You belong to me. And that little stunt with Professor Hazel today, I could fucking kill you. The way he looked at you...I'll fucking rip his dick off and shove it down his throat," his words were venomous whispers meant to elicit fear.

"You wouldn't…" I gasped, horrified.

"Oh yes, I fucking would. But he's lucky he's a professor, and killing him would bring more attention than I can afford right now. Do you think I'm fucking stupid?"

"Are you serious? You've killed for less," I scoffed.

"Less? You mean I killed for you? And I would do it again. I would burn the world for you, Mila. I would bathe in the blood of your enemies and fuck you on their bodies."

His statement was chilling and matter-of-fact.

"You're fucking crazy," I spat.

"Real rich coming from the person who smashed a girl's skull in because she was jealous."

"Fuck you!" I cried.

His teeth flashed as he smiled. "I love it when you talk dirty to me." He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear, "How wet is that tight little pussy of yours right now?"

"You're a dick."

He leaned in close, his voice dropping to a low growl. "I know it's dripping. I can smell it."

I shuddered, my body betraying me as it responded to his words. "Fuck...you..." I whispered, my voice shaking as I emphasized each word.

He chuckled softly, running his fingers through my hair, gently brushing away a strand that had fallen loose from my messy bun. "You're so beautiful when you're angry."

He slammed his lips to mine, bruising them in a violent kiss. I gasped, feeling his tongue invade my mouth, tasting me, claiming me.

He pulled back momentarily. "So fucking beautiful." His hands tightened around my waist, pulling me closer to him until his hardness was pressed firmly against my belly.

My body was on fire. There was something so dark and twisted about what we did together, but I needed him like I needed air, and I craved his touch more than the oxygen I breathed. My hands clawed at his shirt, needing to feel his skin against mine as he devoured me. The way he could kiss me until my knees went weak, and then flip a switch and terrify me with his fury…it was intoxicating. I was caught in his web, and he knew it. Our tongues tangled in a fierce kiss, our teeth clashing as we fought for dominance. His hands pulled my pants down, and I felt him slide into me in one swift, hard thrust. I moaned in his mouth, feeling him fill me completely. His hand covered my mouth, silencing me, and I fought to breathe through my nose as he fucked me against the wall.

"Shh, little rabbit. We're in a library." He gave me a devilish grin.

I clenched around him, and he groaned, digging his fingers into my waist as he thrust harder, his hips pounding against me, and I moaned into his hand. I didn't care if anyone saw us, but the thought that someone might had me dripping wet. I wanted everyone to see how he claimed me, fucking me rough against the wall. I wanted someone to watch as he filled me with his cum. My stifled pants echoed through the quiet library, filling the empty space with the sounds of our lust. And when he increased his pace, he knew I was coming undone.

"That's it, baby," he smirked. "Come on my dick."

I screamed into his hand, feeling myself reach the edge. His eyes were animal-like, filled with hunger and desire, and I came hard, my body shaking violently.

"That'smygood girl," he growled, his green eyes glinting withpride. "Fuck..." His hand tightened on my mouth, silencing my cries as he let out his own moan, his hips twitching as he came, pulsing inside of me. I leaned against the wall, trying to catch my breath. He pulled out of me and zipped up his pants, fixing his shirt haphazardly. I straightened my pants, feeling immune to the potential consequences of being seen fucking someone in a public library. His breaths were heavy and ragged as he drank me in.

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