Page 116 of The Sweetest Revenge

"Fuck me hard," I continued, my voice growing stronger with desperation. "Right here on this table. Where anyone could see us."

His pupils dilated.

"Until I come," I finished. "Until I can't remember my own name. Until all I know is you."

The air between us seemed to thicken, making each breath an effort. My heart pounded so loudly that I was certain it echoed off the library walls.

His large hands wrapped around my waist, lingering for a long moment before slowly lifting my black tank top and sliding it over my stomach. He hooked a finger underneath the built-in bra, tugging it as he pulled it over my breasts, but he didn't remove it. Just in case we had to redress quickly.

He stepped back. His gaze raked over me, slow, hungry, as if I were his masterpiece.

"Let me see that pretty pussy."

My chest heaved. Blood rushed to my cheeks.

I slid back inch by inch, my pulse quickening with each movement. I pulled my feet up onto the wooden table, knees bent.

The library's silence pressed against us, broken only by our breathing.

"Spread them wide for me, baby," he purred as his tongue swept out, wetting his lips. "I want to see all of you."

My heart pounded as I leaned back, using my hands behind me to hold myself up. Lifting my heels and pointing my toes, I slowly slid my feet apart until I was spread wide for him. His gaze zeroed in on my bare pussy, and an overwhelming feeling of both vulnerability and exhilaration surged through me. It was intoxicating like a drug, and I was riding a high. An addiction I couldn't break. I wanted more, and every time we did something like this, it only made me want to push the limits a little further.

Goosebumps raced across my exposed skin as the air conditioning whispered against places usually hidden. I shivered, not from cold.

"You are so fucking beautiful." The words came out strangled. His teeth dragged across his bottom lip, leaving it reddened. The metallic sound of his jeans button popping free seemed impossibly loud in the library silence. "Touch yourself." His pupils were so dilated that his eyes appeared nearly black in the dim light.

Shifting my weight to one hand, I hesitated.

If anyone walked around that corner?—

My reputation. My position on the dance team. Everything I'd worked for.

Gone in an instant.

And yet?—

My pulse quickened at the thought. The risk. The possibility. The forbidden nature of it all.

I shouldn't want this.

But I did.

God help me, I did.

My body made the decision before my mind could, fingers sliding through slick flesh as my gaze locked on his face. I watched him watching me, the power between us shifting like a current.

Sinking two fingers inside myself, I let my head fall back, a moan escaping before I could catch it. The sound seemed to echo, and panic fluttered in my chest even as pleasure built.

"Rub your clit," The command rasped from his throat.

"Keep your eyes open. I want you to see exactly who's making you come."

The danger sharpened everything, colors more vivid, sounds more distinct, sensations multiplied.

I forced my heavy eyelids up, my gaze connecting with his as I withdrew my slick fingers. The movement drew his attention downward, his breathing visibly changing as he watched me find my clit.

I moved my fingers over myself, rubbing in tight little circles, fighting the instinct to close my eyes against the overwhelming sensation.

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