Page 69 of August and the Night

My jaw drops in disbelief. He cannot be serious. "No, you are not, mister!" I protest, crossing my arms defiantly.

Ignoring my protests, August continues to lead the way, his hand on my wrist gently guiding me. I shoot a frustrated glance at Lily, who looks both amused and slightly guilty. She had betrayed my plans to him!

When August reaches the car, he opens the door and gestures for us to get in. My annoyance intensifies, but before I can argue further, he moves behind me, his hands expertly fastening my seatbelt.

"Hey!" I protest, swatting at his hands.

He does not seem deterred by my protest. Instead, he leans down and presses a kiss to my lips—a stolen moment that catches me off guard. My heart races, my irritation momentarily forgotten as his touch ignites a familiar spark between us.

As he pulls away, his gaze locks onto mine, and his voice is low and teasing. "You can groan all you want, but that does not change the fact that I am driving you."

I let out an exasperated sigh, my resistance crumbling in the face of his persistence. There is no denying that August has a way of getting under my skin, and I am starting to fear that my resolve is crumbling.

53

Layla

After an enjoyable dinner at the restaurant, Lily and I decide to continue the celebration by heading to a club. The pulsating music and vibrant atmosphere engulf us as we dance the night away, our worries momentarily forgotten in the rhythm of the music. But even in the midst of the excitement, I can't shake the feeling that I'm being watched.

I cast a discreet glance around the club, my senses tingling as I try to pinpoint the source of the unease. It doesn't take long for me to realize that the prying eyes are likely a result of August's influence. I know he has a tendency to be overly protective, but at this moment, I choose to ignore it. I refuse to let anything sour the joyous mood that I'm in.

As the night winds down, I ask Lily to stay over at my apartment. She hesitates, mentioning that Dante wants her to spend the night with him.

The mention of Dante's name stings, a reminder of the normalcy that seems to elude me. I nod, masking my own disappointment behind a smile.

It's a bittersweet realization that my circumstances are far from ordinary, and I can't help but wish that August and I could have a normal relationship, but that's not possible.

Entering my apartment, I make my way to my bedroom, my heart feeling heavy as loneliness creeps up on me. But as I step into the room, I freeze. There's August, lounging on the bed, a glass of whiskey in hand. My heart skips a beat at the unexpected sight. How is this man getting into my apartment? I need to change the locks. I knew I shouldn't have given the hopeless romantic Lily the spare keys.

He places the glass on the nearby vanity and gets up, approaching me with a steady gaze. Kneeling down in front of me, he gently takes off my heels, his strong hands massaging my feet as if he's done it a hundred times before. It's an intimate gesture that catches me off guard, his presence so close and so powerful even in this vulnerable position.

I watch him silently, a swirl of emotions dancing within me. In this moment, I can't deny the complex, undeniable attraction that has always drawn me to him. I want to be wrapped in his arms, want him in my bed. But I fight my need and order, "Get the fuck out."

What catches me off guard is that he ignores my words and instead places gentle kisses on each foot, a gesture that leaves me speechless.

Before I can react, his voice, raspy and intimate, brushes against my skin, his lips kissing all the way from my feet to my thighs. "Let me show you how that bastard can never compete with me, little dove."

Confusion knits my brows together as his words sink in. "What bastard?" I ask, genuinely perplexed by his cryptic statement. My mind races, trying to recall if there had been someone at the club who had drawn his ire, before I remember his animosity towards Professor George.

His eyes darken, a deep intensity in his gaze as he growls, "The one that was all over you today."

I can't believe he's still thinking of that innocent hug I shared with my professor. I roll my eyes so far back I'm genuinely concerned they'll get stuck in the back of my head.

"He is just my professor," I retort, a mixture of annoyance and exasperation tainting my voice. "Even if he were more, it's none of your business."

A possessive gleam flashes in his eyes, his grip on my feet tightening ever so slightly. "You are mine to please and grovel to, nobody else's," he states firmly, his words laced with a possessiveness that both infuriates and ignites something within me.

My heart races, torn between wanting to defy his claim and acknowledging the undeniable truth in his words. August has always been a force that commands attention, a presence that I can't easily escape, no matter how hard I try.

His gaze bores into mine, a silent promise in his eyes. "Do not force me to make him disappear, Layla," he warns, his tone a mix of sternness and vulnerability.

Before I can respond, he continues his journey kissing up my thighs. God, I'm only human. Having this powerful man between your legs, begging to show he can make you feel better than any other is enough to get a saint to sin. So, and I'm not happy with myself, but I allow it. I allow him to touch me, to kiss me.

He takes off my panties, makes me see stars with his tongue, and before I know it, I've led him to the bed, undressing him like my life depends on it. It's been a while since I've had him inside of me, and when he pushes in, it feels like heaven, even the slight burn feels good.

He groans in my ear as he pumps inside of me, bringing me pleasure with each stroke. "I love you," he growls in my ear, and I feel a tear slip from my eye.

"I love you so much it hurts," he says again, his thrusts never slowing despite his whispered words.

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