My little liar is about to get caught in her own web. She’ll admit sooner or later that she wants me.
“So you say.”
I kiss her again and wrap my hand around her neck the way she likes it. She stands still, frozen.
I leave kisses down her neck, then clear the desk, grabbing her ass and lifting her onto it.
I lay her down and push up her lingerie.
She mumbles something under her breath.
“What did you say, my princess?”
Her eyes are heated. Her skin flushes. She licks her lips but keeps her expression neutral. “I don’t. Want. You.”
I don’t respond to her lies. She keeps forgetting I’m in tune with her body.
I kiss the bone above her pussy, and she moans loudly. I trail kisses up her thigh, then go for the kill—pressing my mouth to her clit, stroking softly.
“I-Irvin… fuck.”
Exactly what I thought. She needs this, especially after everything she’s been through.
She mumbles again. I stop.
My gaze locks with hers. “What did you say, babe?”
“I said I’m only doing this out of survival.” Her tone is light as a feather.
“Yet you just wrapped your pretty legs around my shoulders.” I smirk.
Before she can respond, I put my mouth back on her clit and suck until she slides her fingers into my hair. She yanks until my scalp stings. I eat her like I’m dying of thirst—which I am. I haven’t tasted my princess in so long. I ache for her. I need her.
“Please keep going, Irvin.” She moans loudly, squeezing tight.
Seconds later, she comes all over my lips. I lick her up, holding her in place.
“Please let me go. Stop.”
So I let her go—for now. She yanks down her lingerie and slips out of the room.
I sit in the chair, pull out my dick, and jerk off until I come all over my hand.
Lilac just doesn’t know it yet. I’m going to have her wrapped around my dick. I’ll let her believe she’s in control, give her that illusion—until I’m ready for her to admit she wants me too.
Lilac
Istride toward the library across the empty campus, bundling myself up in my jacket. I’m avoiding Irvin like the plague. For the last few days, I’ve made sure to leave for class early and get home late at night. After our encounter in his office, I don’t want another moment of being seduced. He knows my body inside and out, so he knows exactly what to do to get me hot and horny. He’s been making me feel all sorts of things ever since he tricked me into marrying him—forced this life on me.
Rumors are spreading like wildfire about Winter’s attack. Students are afraid to be on campus alone. Two of my college professors even switched their classes to online-only.
I went by the hospital to visit her, and she’s still in a coma. Lyrical won’t stop crying, and I’ve been in a slump about it. I’m at a point in my life where I don’t know what’s real—the text message, the locket… Most days, I feel as if I’m losing my mind. Other days, I just want to crawl into a hole and cry.
I open the fiberglass door to the library, and heated air greets me, warming my cheeks.
I love libraries, especially the one on campus. The lights are dim, the wallpaper is covered with words in Latin, and it’s quiet—not the creepy kind, but the welcoming kind. It warms my heart every time I step inside. I sit at one of the wooden tables and wait for Jameson. I need to pick his brain about Irvin.
Speaking of the devil, Jameson towers over me. His hair is dyed inky black, cut close to his scalp. He wears an expensive suit. He’s the leanest of all his friends. He smells good—cinnamon mixed with nutmeg.
