The stupid sound was immediate, landing between us like something physical.
She flinched, blinked, and then stepped back, as if snapping out of an enchantment. My face twisted into a faint frown as I watched her quietly walk back to her table.
I reached for the buzzing phone in my jacket and realized the caller was Sergei.
This better be important.
I answered the phone and headed out of the library. “Speak.”
The shift in the room didn’t vanish. It stayed unresolved, proof that our attraction to each other was mutual.
This opportunity would present itself again, sooner or later. When it did, there’d be no interruptions. I’d make sure of that.
Chapter 15 – Ellie
It’s been three days since the library confrontation. Yet I hadn’t recovered from what almost happened. I thought I was strong enough to resist him, that I had control over my body. But clearly, I didn’t.
The feeling of his lips grazing mine was so electrifying that it left me trembling. The hunger in his eyes had only fanned the flames of my own desires, making me crave him even more.
I should’ve just withdrawn and walked away. I should’ve run like hell. But I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. And that was the problem—the fact that I wanted him so badly. I shouldn’t be sexually drawn to my oppressor. How would he take me seriously?
This man was in my head all day, every day. And the more I tried to focus on something else, the more my mind kept drifting back to him. Before I fell asleep at night, I’d entertain myself with fake scenarios on how that evening would’ve turned out if that phone call hadn’t interrupted us.
When I woke up in the morning, the first thing I’d think about was him. Even in the shower, images of his shirtless body remained constantly in my head. I was losing my mind with every passing hour, and there was nobody I could talk to about my situation.
I’d been avoiding him like a plague ever since, even though every fiber of my being was pushing me into his arms. Isolation was the only way I knew to combat these fiery emotions burning within me. So I stayed away, locked in my room.
I had those case files to keep me busy. But how could I focus on them when my mind was occupied by illicit thoughts?
I’d had awkward moments with men I found attractive before. It was no big deal. Why the hell was this so different?Why was my heart constantly racing? Why were my emotions all over the place?
The crazy part of all this was that we didn’t even share a kiss. We almost did, but we didn’t. Yet somehow, that little tease managed to trigger something dangerous and primal within me.
Never had I wanted a man so badly before, and this newfound fixation was killing me.
On the fourth morning of my isolation, I lay in bed, staring blankly into space. My nipples were hard and erect, the outcome of the wet dream I’d just woken up from. A tingling sensation sprinted down my core, my pulse quickening by the second.
The insatiable need to touch myself crashed over me like a tidal wave. I bit my lower lip, recalling how he kissed me in my dream. Heat spread across my body, making my legs tremble.
My hands slowly crawled up my torso as I fought against the urge to masturbate.
Don’t. Don’t do it,I told myself.
It was too late; my fingers were already pinching my nipples. A soft purr fell off my lips in response to the pleasure coursing through me. I squeezed my breasts, my back subtly writhing against the sheets.
My toes curled in ecstasy after my hand slid downward and my fingers settled on my underpants. I was so fuckin’ wet, each glide through my entrance slippery and sensational.
“Oh, fuck,” I mumbled, drawing my thighs together.
A voice in my head was telling me to stop, but I was already too far gone. My eyes rolled backward while I drowned in liquid fire. I bit my lip, daring to slide a second finger inside my wet pussy.
“Oh, Karik.” I arched my back, breathing his name before I could stop myself.
I writhed against the sheets, squeezing my breasts with one hand and fingering myself with the other. My lips parted in a silent scream as I rubbed my swollen clit in gentle circles.
My breath hitched in my throat, and my legs were shaking beneath me. I closed my eyes, imagining his tongue on my cunt while gradually losing myself to the bloom of warmth coursing through me.
I shuddered out a sound, one a little louder than I expected. My hand flew to my mouth in an instant, muffling my moans. The faster I rubbed my clit, the closer I drew to the edge.
