Page 43 of Kings of Desire
I couldn’t answer. I was bad at lying anyway and the truth would have been a complete acknowledgment of his powers.
‘At least you know your place and keep quiet,’ he muttered between his lips after a few minutes of dead silence on my end.
Big mistake!
‘You do know that the situation compels me to do this. It’s not because I’m some one-neuron bimbo who has fallen for your heavenly grace.’ I retorted, involuntarily opening Pandora’s box.
I fucked up big, and I immediately recognized it, noticing how the corner of his lips raised into a diabolical smirk.
What have I done!?
Running his fingers on the collar of his black leather jacket, he took it off, carefully arranging it on his lap.Too carefully if you ask me.
‘And this is exactly why I’m going to enjoy every single second of this so much. Knowing that you’ll hate every moment of it.’
I gasped, setting a small distance between us, but it wasn’t like I could exactly run anywhere in that confined space.
What did he have in mind? I was repelled, knowing that no good could come out of that inexistent conscience.
Thick strong fingers searched for my fragile ones, and to my surprise, his thumb was running in circles over the top of my hand, caressing it. What the hell was going on?
It didn’t take long to answer that question as his hand guided my own under the leather jacket, freezing my body on spot.
‘Are you fucking crazy!?’ I asked, dismayed and with my pulse pounding in my ears.
‘Yes,’ he casually answered, unbothered by my stupefaction, guiding my hand on top of the growing bulge in his pants. I couldn’t do it, and immediately had the impulse to pull back, but his other arm wrapped itself around me, probing on the side of my breast. ‘Don’t complicate things for yourself,’ he spoke in dead serious determination, bringing me to realize that I had to obey his will.
His palm guided mine over his erection, moving it up and down over the material and clutching to fasten my fingers against it, over and over again until my hand began moving on its own.
Drops of sweat began gathering on my temples, as I was looking all around me, feeling that everyone knew I was about to provide some sinful pleasure to the Academy’s most infamous villain.
‘You don’t know how to unfasten a button, do you?’ Cole- the jerk asked as I was lingering for more than five minutes over the jeans fabric that was concealing his pulsing hardness. I wanted to cuss him and say five thousand despising words that were going through my mind, but his hand almost resting on my chest stopped me. I had to keep quiet before our actions become even more obvious to others attending this class.
I unhurriedly lifted my hand to the hems of his jeans, uselessly trying to duck the unavoidable, then with sloppy fingers opened his belt, trying to find the button he was talking about. Maybe I didn’t know how to unfasten it since I kept moving around it, trying to pull it open.
To my surprise, he wasn’t mad about it, but let a delicious flicker of lust twinkle in his eyes ‘The longer you let it cool down, the longer it will last.’ The demonic grin was back, bringing under my observation an unfamiliar part of the male anatomy.
How the hell was I supposed to know that?
I began urging harder to unlock the button. Under no circumstances could I prolong this. Not without having a full-on panic attack.
Freeing him from his imprisonment, I glided my fingers beneath the black boxers he had on, reaching for the hardened piece of him that was so eagerly waiting for me. He was much firmer than I had imagined it would feel like, but my clumsy fingers still had no idea what they were doing, and instead of preparing for providing him the release he desired, they seemed to be stumbling on their path. Yet deep down I knew he didn’t want just the release he seemed to thrive for. He lived for the adrenaline, the pumping heartbeats our indiscretion was providing, and something else too. He wanted to humiliate me, to make me feel low, insignificant.
Cole was using a successful global strategy- the smaller they feel, the harder and better they’ll obey you. This attribute must run from his family heritage.
I began looking all around me again, and even if everyone else was scribbling something in their notebooks, I still felt like we were being watched.
In my attempt to dosomething, my fingers ran over the damp part of his tip, feeling the complete effect I had on him, and at the same time making him flinch and slide his chair along the wooden floor, releasing a sharp noise. Now every pair of eyes really was on us!
Sure, they couldn’t see anything because of the jacket, but that dumb feeling of guilt was still within me. Did they know? Did even one know?
I stopped, forgetting to even breathe, feeling caught with the hands deep down into the cookie jar, that, until their startled gazes began turning one by one.
With eagle eyes, Cole peered straight through them, instilling a paralyzing fear into every one of their faces, and making them understand that even the air they breathe in this building is owned by him. I looked back at him, studying the ridiculous display of power, and how the Herd accepted it, obeying him without a single second of doubt.
‘What did I tell you?’ He whispered, throwing me the same possessive gaze.
I looked at him as if I had no idea what he was saying, but in reality, I knew what he was talking about. I was giving him time to recollect his forces and that was only extending my agony.
