Bridgette rolls her eyes and I leave her alone and go to the section of the library that has all of the psychology books. The rows and rows of books are long and feel like they go on forever as I try to look for the book that Bridgette left at home.
I scan the different rows of books and look for the familiar green spine.
I turn the corner and start scanning the other shelf when I feel a tall and dark presence behind me.
It's familiar and I can't help but feel excited as I feel the presence's hands skim my back, trailing their fingers down my spine. Chills go down my spine and I want to rest my head against the shelf.
“Miss me, Madden?” Ash whispers in my ear, and I feel his warm, hard chest against my back and the vibration of his heartbeats.
I turn around to face Ash and when I do, he has a small smirk on his face while looking down at me.
Once upon a time, that smirk would bring me to my knees and I would do anything for him. Things between him and I are different though and we can't keep doing this.
“You need to stop, Ash. We can't-“
“We can and I will. Don't tell me what I'm not capable of, Ariella, because you know very well I always get what I want. I don't care how far I have to go to get it.”
“If our fathers-“
“I don't care. Tell your father what I'm doing to you Ariella and I swear I'll ruin his life too. If I have to, I will go through my father to ruin his life.”
“You can't do that.”
“What did I say about you telling me what I can't do?” Ash asks while leaning into me and resting his hands on the shelf, burning his eyes into mine and making me want to surrender to him.
It's hard to not feel intimidated by Ash because his whole aura screams power and confidence. He knows he's the shit and he doesn't care about anyone who might be a threat to him.
“Are you going to hurt me, Ash?” I ask him, looking up at him while trying not to get scared and wanting to look away from him.
I hate how vulnerable he makes me.
Ash reaches down and skims his finger along my jaw while admiring every little freckle and detail on my face.
“I'm going to do more than hurt you, Ariella.”
Ash trails his hand down my neck, lightly running his fingers down the valley of my breasts until they rest on the top of my skirt.
The way he is touching me reminds me of the times he used to touch me in the summer. Soft and caring even though Ash is anything but.
Ash has very violent and devious aspects about himself and I learned to love it throughout the summer. Sometimes I got scared but I also couldn't help but feel excited at the same time.
Today, I am just wearing a black tennis skirt and I wish that I wasn't because as I look into Ash's eyes I already know exactly what he is thinking about doing to me against this shelf in the library.
“Not in the library, Ash,” I whisper while resting my hand on his.
He looks at me for just a moment. I can tell that it's more of a warning glance to tell me to let him do whatever he wants to do with me or else he won't let me have that release he knows I am desperately waiting for.
“So if we weren't in the library you would let me touch you?” he asks, raising his eyebrow.
I was about to answer but I shut my mouth. What the hell am I going to say?
Lie and make him touch me even rougher and more aggressively or just say yes and tell the truth about how I want him to touch me so badly, just not in public. I am scared of getting caught but at the same time, the thought of it thrills me.
“If you don't answer I am just going to end up fucking you instead of just putting my fingers in your pussy so pick, Ariella.”
The butterflies in my stomach swarm and it makes me want to punch my stomach to make them go away.
How does he do it? I need to know how he can make me beg for him and want him like I am desperate.