Page 42 of Kings of Lust
I was obviously out of luck. Two minutes before the class began, he was standing right in front of me, signaling me to join him into the atrium.
He was early and that was worrying me to the bone. Cole was never the most vigilant of students, so him being so eager to be getting to class was most odd, and could only mean he was playing another one of his games.
‘Did you do what I asked you to?’ Cole murmured as we were heading towards a two-seater bench.
‘What?’ I wasn’t sure what he was talking about, but I had a feeling I didn’t want to find out either.
‘Regarding the panties,’ he grinned with devilish thoughts flickering on his lips. ‘Sit, Mouse,’ he fastened his arm around me before I got a chance to say a word. Yet, he was still expecting an answer ‘So?’
‘I forgot.’
No, in reality, I didn’t forget. I just ignored him completely, seeing it as a joke and not a real expectation.
I mean, who does that? Who walks around in an Academy without lingerie on?
I guess, I should, according to him ‘Give them to me.’ Cole stretched out a hand as if I was to take my panties off like I would take a book out of my bag.
‘Are you fucking kidding me?’ I retaliated.
‘Fucking-yes. Kidding-no.’ He was keen on establishing what’s what. ‘Now, don’t keep me waiting. You wouldn’t want me to get under the desk and take them off myself, would you? Because if that’s the case, it’s fine by me.’
‘I hate you from the bottom of my heart.’
‘Keep your love declarations for Valentine’s Day.’
‘I’m surprised you even know what Valentine’s Day is,’ I grunted, pushing him a little off me so that I had enough room. ‘Can I at least go to the bathroom?’
‘No, you had your chance, you’re doing it here,’ he shrugged so casually when in fact he was punishing me for my insolence at having disrespected him.
‘Give me that,’ I mumbled, taking his jacket and throwing it over my legs as I was struggling to get the damn piece of material off of me. An impossible task without fussing and turning, involuntarily becoming the centre of attention.
Somehow, I was trying to prolong the moment. I didn’t even want to come close to finding out what his plans could be, although I had an idea what he was after. I was fucking terrified of his intentions, my stomach was the size of a nut, turning a grimace of anxiety on my face.
‘Hurry up before the class ends,’ his fine irony was destined to piss me off even more.
This was payback. Maybe for what happened at the party, or for not being in tune with his actions today. It didn’t even matter, as I was going to pay a price regardless.
‘Here,’ I slipped the lacy fabric in his hands, noticing a certain satisfaction in receiving his trophy.
‘I’ll hang on to these.’
‘Of course you will. Any psycho would.’ I was at the point that I could turn even aHellointo an insult.
‘You really don’t care how much that mouth of yours is going to cost you, do you?’ He sounded almost shocked that I could not contain myself.
Truthfully, I was raised to keep quiet. My mother was always teaching me lessons in good manners. I respected that and honored her as best as I could. But life had taught me to be a fighter. It taught me that I needed to be cold, distant in order to survive. It was what our society reflected. You can’t deprive people of sunlight and expect them to be warm. It doesn’t work that way. Society and the current lifestyle— all put together was creating monsters. And monsters couldn’t be tamed.
‘I’m not going to give you the satisfaction of me fearing you. It wasn’t part of the deal.’
‘You’re right, it wasn’t,’ he let a few still seconds pass between us before he would go on. ‘It’s a bonus,’ he roared, fixing his hand beneath my jaw and pulling me into a kiss.
I could feel his anger in every swirl of his tongue, kissing me like he was trying to prevent me from breathing. He just didn’t give a fuck about anyone else in the room, or about the professor who had just walked in. It was just lust and the need that it would be satisfied. The only thought that ruled his mind in those moments. Well, that and maybe the satisfaction of making me melt with shame.
For a guy who didn’t enjoy kissing, he was certainly doing it a lot. Not that I could complain. Sure, I was angry about the timing and the place. But that sensation. That unbelievable sensation of him owning me in a second of extreme supremacy could not be denied.
His lips finally withdrew their warmth, leaving me alone under the gazes of the students attending class. I was the main attraction again, and he was my protector for one more time since with just a glance from him, all the heads turned away.
I hoped he was done. That he was just trying to scare me a little, get my blood pumping. But deep down I knew he had something more in store for me.
