I licked my lips. Should I confess the fantasy I’d long held? If anyone could deliver on it, Cillian Ashmore would be the very demon.
“I’ve got an idea.”
Chapter 20
We agreed to meet back in the hallway in an hour. It gave me enough time to shower and prep my hole, making sure I was nice and slick. My heart thumped hard but for a different reason than a car chase this time.
As much as Cillian had the potential to be terrifying, I wanted to let the monster out of the cage. I wore a pair of sweats and a loose tee that clung to my shoulders, my hair in ringlets from having freshly showered. I stepped out of my room, my pulse increasing, as if I’d be snatched from the corridor at any moment.
However, he’d told me to meet him in the hall near the library, and my mind reeled with the possibilities. All I knew was that this evening would be one to remember. My limbs vibrated with the need to burst into action, to run, to move, but I kept my pace steady as I walked down the corridor, the blue lighting giving it a subterranean glow.
Today had been a roller coaster—pinnacle of perfection and a fast drop down, but I was ready to rise again. I sucked in a sharp breath, my mouth dry.
I made the turn at the end of the hall, heading in the direction of the library. Amelia was working down below tonight, and Theo and Charles were out on a date themselves, so only Cillian and I were on this floor—and that privacy was what I counted on.
When I started down the corridor, the feel of a gaze on me had me hesitating. Walking a little slower, I glanced over my shoulder, but I didn’t see Cillian at the opposite end. Nor was he in the kitchen when I passed it. Yet the feeling of being watched intensified with every step forward, and my heart thumped a little harder.
Where was he?
I stopped midstride and did a full circle in the middle of the hallway, but I didn’t spot Cillian. The inky shadows grew so murky in sections that it made it hard to tell what was nothing and what corners and darkened doorways might hide someone. Yet Cillian wasn’t small enough to obscure. Anywhere he hid would be obvious due to his size alone.
The prickle traveled across my arms, my legs. As if someone watched me, waiting.
The movement was so fast I almost missed it. From the corridor behind me, a huge blur emerged from one of the open rooms.
“Run,” he bellowed, his voice echoing through the hallway.
My whole body jolted in surprise.
I couldn’t help but obey.
My adrenaline kicked into high gear, and I vaulted forward down the corridor. We hadn’t planned much more beyond the basics and rules, and my mind reeled as the panic crashed in. All too easily, I remembered running down stair after stair as he chased me, my body screaming in alarm.
Yet this time, the fear transmuted into something different. Something far hotter.
His footsteps boomed behind me, and just like before, he was the predator and I was the prey.
My heart thrummed from the chase, and my whole body lit up with electricity.
I passed closed door after closed door, my mind reeling. One destination shone in my mind like a beacon, though, and my feet carried me onward.
Cillian’s growl reverberated through the hall, igniting my veins with liquid adrenaline.
Oh gods.
The double doors I’d been searching for neared, and I burst forward, almost flying down the hallway. I grappled for the handles and yanked. The boom of footsteps grew louder and louder as Cillian gained on me.
I plunged into the library—my refuge.
Before I could reach out to drag the doors shut, Cillian stepped into view. He loomed over me, stained in shadows.
“Poor choice, pet. There’s nowhere to hide in here.”
I raced away from the doors, a thrill rising inside me. He stalked forward, those golden eyes aglow, ever the predator. My cock plumped up at the sight of him, an automatic response at this point. When I reached the far wall lined with the bookshelves, I paused. There wasn’t anywhere to run.
Cillian let out another low growl that reverberated around the room, his gaze locked on me. I whimpered as I backed against the bookshelf.
A slow smile rolled onto his lips, a surety there that sent a pulse of lust through me. I clutched the bookshelves behind me, plastering myself against those solid stacks.
