Don’t worry, my broken doll, I’ll free you of your father soon.
It looked like I would be her knight in shining armor after all.
Inervously tapped my pen on my notebook. I had to face the fact that I couldn’t concentrate. I was waiting for my father to call since he must have heard from Sylas’s father by now. I was waiting for everything to fall apart, for everything to change.
Glancing over my shoulder, I noticed the old librarian had fallen asleep in front of her book in her office. Moved by an impulse, I abandoned my desk and walked to a secluded alcove nestled between the art and science shelves. A feeble light, almost nonexistent, flickered on top of me.
The library was deserted at this hour, but I knew Levi was here. I’d seen him watching me, trying to give me space to study. He liked watching. I liked that he watched me. But tonight, I wanted more.
“Are you playing cat and mouse, Dalia?” Levi’s voice echoed from behind me.
I reeled around, slamming my lips on his. I wanted this. Him. To feel alive. Not to worry about my father’s voice or the prospect of going to hell. Another man would have probably asked if everything was okay, but Levi deepened the kiss, his tongue flicking with mine as he pushed me against the shelf.
“Want to go to your dorm?” I whispered, feeling bold.
His eyes darkened. He understood the meaning behind it. I had resisted him for weeks, but now I was finally ready to go all in.
“I may have to throw Cillian out since his roommate is in a heated fight with your head of house.”Kay and Sylas, right.“But I don’t mind throwing him out.”
“No.” I cut him off, searching around me. No students were there. A feeble classical music was playing in the background. The librarian was asleep, and we were hidden. “Here.”
Yasmine was sleeping, and we had a no-boys rule going on. This was the right time, so I touched Levi on top of his trousers.
His thumb traced the outline of my lips while he lowered his forehead to mine. “Here?”
“Don’t pretend to care about that kind of thing now,” I quipped. “Sorry, I just want to… feel alive.”
Feel something other than fear or numbness. Maybe I was angry, perhaps I was tired, or maybe I was doing this for the wrong reasons, but I wanted his darkness. I didn’t want to be a fragile doll. I lowered myself to my knees and opened his trousers while Levi stared at me with an enigmatic expression. I freed his erection, and before I could suck him, he pulled me back up to him.What—
“If you let me fuck your mouth right now, I’ll fill it with my cum. So what should I fuck? Your pussy or your mouth?” he rasped, his thumb and forefinger closing on my nipples.
“Me,” I said, my chest rising and falling. “Take. Me.”
“Are you offering me your first time in the middle of the library?” He smirked, kissing my nape. “And here I thought you’d want me to take you into bed the sweet and soft way.”
“We’ve been doing preliminaries for weeks. I’m ready now.”
He captured my lower lip between his teeth and sucked on it, taking off my gloss. “I don’t think you are.”
“This is my choice.”
His fingers reached underneath my skirt, trailing the length of my thighs. “I’m not the type to ask if you’re sure if you wantto do this. I’ll take everything you offer me. This is going to be painful.”
I locked my eyes on him. “I trust you.”
But what was I trusting him with? To break me? To give me the first time I could never imagine wanting? For my father to resent me forever? To live for me, even if it meant killing a part of myself?
One of his hands gripped my throat, the other meeting my wetness. “You shouldn’t.”
He kissed me. Savagely. Without restraint. He lifted my skirt on my hips, and pulled my panties to the side, stroking two fingers inside me. I clenched around him and bit the fabric of his dress shirt on his shoulder, adjusting to him. He’d always been patient, taking his time, but tonight, he was rougher. Different.
He didn’t bother unbuttoning the top of my shirt and tore it down, a few buttons popping out and rolling on the floor.
“Hey, uniforms cost a fortune!” I complained in a whisper, looking behind my shoulder through the bookshelves. The librarian was still asleep.
“I’ll buy you more of them. Plus, it’s not my fault you’re wearing lace lingerie that can display the shapes of your breasts and hard nipples. It gets me so hard every time.” He took a handful of my breasts. “Good girls don’t wear lace lingerie like that.”
“Don’t talk about other women when you’re with me,” I asserted, my eyes narrowing on him.
