Page 21 of Carnival Obsession

“We don’t have anything. What we did was a one-time thing. A mistake. It won’t happen again.”

But even as she speaks, I see the pulse at her neck fluttering wildly, giving her away. She wants me still, and I intend to claim her repeatedly until she surrenders fully.

“You can’t resist me, princess,” I purr, lips hovering perilously close to hers. “Admit it.”

Her nostrils flare, and she presses her lips together, refusing to give me the satisfaction of her surrender. I chuckle, nuzzling her neck, breathing in the scent of her skin, and letting my lips brush against the sensitive spot below her ear.

“Lars, please,” she whimpers, her body softening against mine.

“You want me to take you here, princess?” I breathe, my voice thick with desire. “Right now, against these bookshelves? I’d be happy to oblige.” Leaning in, I kiss her, claiming her mouth.

At first, she tries to resist, but it’s half-hearted at best. The passion ignites between us as our tongues dance and duel, tasting and tormenting. My hands slide up her thighs, lifting her against the stacks of books, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively.

I graze her pulse point with my teeth, feeling the erratic beat of her heart.

Her head drops back as she surrenders to the pleasure, and she grinds against my straining erection. She’s desperate and wild, which fuels my burning need for her.

The fire between us builds with each stroke of our tongues and each press of our bodies. My hands explore, mapping every curve, memorizing her soft skin while she arches against me, demanding more.

Alice’s breath comes in short gasps as her body bows against mine, her movements becoming more urgent. Her moans vibrate through me, sending shocks of pleasure through my veins, and I know I won’t be able to hold back much longer.

Our kisses grow wilder and hungrier, fueled by the public nature of our location. Her soft breasts press against my chest, her hard nipples rubbing deliciously through our clothes. I want to tear them off, take her right here, claim what’s rightfully mine.

The feel of her grinding against me stirs my darkest desires, and I know she can sense the steely length of my cock, throbbing with anticipation. My hands find her ass, squeezing the plump flesh, pulling her tighter against me as she writhes and bucks against my dick.

“Hey! You two! This is a library, not a brothel!”

The shrill voice cuts through the haze of desire like a bucket of ice water. I see the stern librarian glaring at us, hands planted firmly on her hips. Alice freezes against me, her chest heaving with ragged breaths.

“If you’re not here to study or read, you must leave. Immediately.” The librarian’s tone brooks no argument.

Cursing under my breath, I reluctantly release Alice from my embrace and set her back on her feet. She sways slightly, her eyes glazed over, lips swollen from our heated kisses.

She seems to snap back to reality in that split second of disorientation. Her gaze meets mine, a flicker of defiance igniting within their depths. Before I can react, she darts away, slipping through the stacks and out of my reach.

“Alice!” I growl, my voice a rough demand.

But she’s already gone, disappearing into the rows of books. Fury simmers beneath my skin as I whirl to face the disapproving librarian.

“You’ll regret that,” I snarl, jabbing a finger toward her.

She simply raises an eyebrow. “I believe you’re the one who should be regretting such inappropriate behavior. Now, leave before I call the police.”

Grinding my teeth, I shoot her one last venomous glare before turning on my heel and stalking toward the exit. I burst through the doors, the bright sunlight stinging my eyes after the dimness of the library.

Scanning the street, I curse when I see no sign of Alice. That little minx can’t have gone far—not on foot. Pivoting, I stalk back toward my bike, determination thrumming through my veins. She can run, but she can’t hide from me forever.

I’ll find her. I’ll track her down to the ends of the earth if I must. And when I do...

A grin stretches across my face as I swing a leg over my motorcycle. She’s only delaying the inevitable.

Turning over the engine, it roars to life. Twisting the throttle, I peel out onto the street, intent on hunting down my elusive prey.

I’ll scour every inch of this town if I have to. She can’t escape me—no one can.

14

ALICE

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