I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, checked that I had everything I needed packed in my bag, as I won’t be coming back to Morgana for several hours. I had another class an hour afterwards and wanted to spend some time in the business library to take a look around.
Dodging the hanging fish hooks, I flung open my door and froze in fear when a dark figure leaned against the wall across from me, arms crossed over his chest, with disheveled raven hair, black on black, wearing a sullen expression.
“How long have you been standing there for?” I snarled at him, now that I had decided that I didn’t like him anymore, after last night’s episode.
“Die fucker?” he stressed as his dark eyes flicked toward his door.
“And?” I was unapologetic and unyielding. "You expect me to care after you left that snake in my bed?”
“Got evidence?” he challenged, and it stumped me because I didn’t have evidence, just a mere hunch.
Until…I noticed something on his handsome face. “Oh, jeez, now where did you get that gash on your cheek?”
“A rose thorn,” he answered swiftly, and I had to check myself.
“Not a fish hook, by any chance?” I was compelled to ask as I stormed away from him.
“A fish hook?” he acted dumb. “Wait. You cutDie Fuckeron my door, yet you accuse me of being the bad guy? Strange logic, Adina.”
“Nice try, doofus,” I growled stubbornly.
“Stop,” his hand gripped my shoulder firmly, forcing me to halt just before I ran down the stairs. He then grabbed my bag off my shoulder and dumped it on the floor, despite my protests. “Stop.”
“I stopped because you’re forcing me to," I hissed as he quickly pressed me against the wall, reminding me of someone else who liked to throw his weight around. "Oh, you use the same bully tactics as your best friend, Ezrah Warwick. That was something you kept from me, wasn’t it? You and the Warwicks are practically family.”
“You didn’t ask,” he argued, grabbing my wrists and holding them above my head.
“You’re the great-great-grandson of the man who built this crazy place, and you didn’t think to mention that?” I kept my glare fixed on his eyes to show that I was unafraid, but a chill traveled down my spine when I mentioned his grandfather. It was as if the light went from his eyes, leaving only demons that thrive in the shadows.
He curled his top lip, suppressing his anger, leaned in so his lips were only an inch away from mine, and whispered, “I didn’trealize I had to divulge every last piece of information about my personal life to you?”
I swallowed only the nerves. “Let me go,” I demanded. “Let me go, Lev. I have a class I have to get to.”
“You’ve got time,” he argued.
“How would…” I paused to compose myself. “Don’t tell me…you got my class schedule off Ezrah the prick?”
“Well…you are the Warwicks’ enemy, so they would naturally do their homework on you,” he clenched his jaw as he spoke, sending a shiver down my spine. “Their father is in prison because of what your father did.”
“Excuse me? What my father did? Their father hired a hitman on him,” I was disturbed by his nonchalant expression. “Did you expect him just to lie back and take the bullet?”
He shrugged as if he didn’t care, while his eyes scanned mine, then my lips, and I could feel his desire's heat trembling against my skin. I resisted his strength, eager to leave because I was terrified by my increasing desire for him. As Mila and the others mentioned, Lev was pretty and attractive, but a bit eccentric—barking and hissing at any girl who glanced at him twice. For some reason, I found his behavior intriguing, but not in this way.
“That gash on your cheek looks bad. You should get someone to look at it,” I added, seeing it closer up. “It might become infected, you know. I didn’t sterilize the hooks because…” I lowered my voice to a steely whisper as his penetrating stare watched my lips move, “I wanted it to hurt really bad when you cut yourself on it.”
His nostrils flared in desire as his body heat infiltrated every cell of my body, and I started to feel suffocated by his presence bearing down on me, gripping me tight.
His hands slacken their grip on my wrists, and I thought he was finally going to let me go, but instead, his mouth slammed against mine, and I sucked in my breath as my chest hitched inshock. At first, I couldn’t move because I couldn’t believe this was happening, but as his soft, warm tongue tangled with mine and his lips felt so good, I melted into him and let his body envelop mine.
I exhaled into his mouth as he pushed his lower abdomen hard into me, and I surrendered to his body, allowing him to take me to fuck my mouth with his. It was good, too good. Tongues dancing, no, fighting, we fought like lions in the cavities of our mouths as the place between my legs became sodden and my thighs weakened.
I hated what this man was doing to me, yet why didn’t I fight harder against him? Why didn’t I scream? Why did I let him seduce me?
I fell quickly under his spell as his mouth kept working me over, dope and peppermint bled into my mouth, and heat blistered my skin. Then my savior finally arrived. Footsteps upon the wooden floorboards were nearing, echoing down the corridor, trotting down the stairs.
Lev broke the kiss as I gulped in cool air, licking the taste of him off my lips. My head spun, my cheeks burned, and I quickly tried to compose myself as I looked toward the direction of the footsteps. “Oh, good, you’re here,” Mila said happily, and I patted my cheeks, hoping she wouldn’t see the signs.
Her pale eyes narrowed, noticing the dark figure slinking away as I composed myself, pretending that nothing happened. Nothing happened. He didn’t look back as he retreated into his cave, shutting the door behind him.
