Page 43 of Kings of Lust
We were halfway through the class when I felt his hand clenching on my knee. I instantly turned to stone as a hot surge of demolishing adrenaline overpowered me.
What was he trying to do?It was the only thought that governed my mind.
I felt him adjusting his jacket over my lap. The same jacket that was used as a shield during our last indiscretion. I was beginning to hate that fucking jacket, even thinking of getting my hands on it and burning it. Although I didn’t doubt he had a full dressing room to cover for the loss.
With snaillike moves, his hand advanced further up on my inner thigh, as my feet tightened so close together that I thought my knees would break.
‘Mouse, do you want me to put on a show? Open your legs.’ He didn’t even look at me as he spoke. So detached that his calmness was provoking a reaction between my thighs. Maybe it was the feeling of being controlled. Or maybe knowing that absolute way he controlled everyone.
Cole was a man of power and whatever I was trying to do to avoid it, it seemed to be backfiring on me.
‘What did I say?’ He gently smacked that needy place that had already dampened at his touch. The sound clicked through the room, and I was under the impression that every single one of his actions was being broadcast live on national TV. But no one turned. I wasn’t sure if it was because no one heard anything or because they were too afraid to check.
At least I was partially out of the woods... partially being the keyword in the sentence.
With the unavoidable sensation that the end of the world was coming, I opened my legs, making room for his hand to sneak directly between my folds, working up and down with a growing pace.
It was torture. A torture so perfect that I wanted to scream my pain lookinginto those cobalt blue eyes that were sipping every single reaction that my face could no longer contain. It was the fear of getting caught that was driving me insane, spicing up every natural reaction my body was having.
‘You’re mine,’ he groaned, visibly turned on from the way my heels were pointed into the floor, trying to keep myself together.
And he was right.
He owned me.
I was his, and I could feel it down to my bones. Despite the fact that we were in a full room, he was becoming the only person there as he and his magic fingers were captivating all of my attention.
I could have asked him not to do it there. Maybe even promise him something in return for using a more private location to put his plans to use. But I knew there was no point. He wanted it. The adrenaline brought by the risk of public exposure. The heart beating and the eagle eyes pointed at all the rest of the class, dreading the moment someone would catch on.
I gasped feeling the sudden intrusion of two of his fingers within me, sneaking my hand beneath the jacket to catch onto his own and try and have it still. My instincts did me no good, as sensing my desperation, his teeth clenched with excitement, waiting for tiny beads of sweat to form on my forehead. Waiting to ruin me. And he was doing just that. With every one of his movements, he was building something so strong that it was giving me no chance but to shiver in ecstasy.
The fingers increased in their depth, going each time further to a place that was making me curl on top of the bench. Guilt and fear and pleasure were conjoined into a tidal wave crashing reaction that was making it almost impossible to hold back a throated moan.
Driven by the adrenaline, I was extremely close to a delirium drift off. I was barely holding on and he knew it. He was living for the moment.
‘I want you to look at me,’ he ordered. He wanted to witness the full results of his actions.
He wanted to completely dominate me, and I had no choice but to obey.
I was looking at him. Well, as much as I could since my eyes could barely stay open through the excruciating thrill. And then he decided to end the game. With a single pinch of my nub, the strongest orgasm ripped through my body. This time, my heels scratched loudly into the floor in an impossible trail to still my sweet anguish. The unavoidable was here and all eyes were upon me, as Cole’s hand was refusing to leave the warmth of my core.
‘Please!’ I whimpered in his ear, feeling him trying to bring me into another moment of frenzy with the biggest live audience available.
He didn’t listen. How could he? He just went on and on as I was trying to keep a poker face, pretending to be writing down what the teacher was saying, until one by one the heads turned back to their desks.
‘I’m not someone you can ignore without consequences, Mouse,’ he groaned right before he brought another wave of pleasure shooting through me. Itwasa punishment after all. A consuming punishment, though one that didn’t fully satisfy his wrath. My blushed cheeks and trembling hands weren’t enough. He wanted to go to my heart. ‘You purposely ignored me to be with your so-called friends.’
‘I ignored you because you were beating a guy up over a parking space.’
‘I could kill a guy and you would still need to support me,’ he spoke with annoyance. The king’s actions could never be condemned. ‘But you will know how to behave next time. I’ll make sure of that. Meanwhile, you’re not allowed to talk to Jenna anymore.’
‘You can’t do that!’
‘Watch me.’
‘Our deal didn’t involve my friends and freedom.’
‘No, it didn’t, but it involved you being my girlfriend, and let’s just say it’s not fitting for a queen to waste her time with someone from the other end of the hallway.’
