Page 85 of Wicked Nasty

I giggle playfully. "I think I may be."

Suddenly, Danny yanks on my ponytail and a low moan escapes me as I feel his hot breath against my ear. "Mmm. You're such a brat, Becs."

I turn to face him, our eyes locked in an intense gaze. "Maybe that boy should sneak into my bedroom and punish me tonight," I whisper seductively.

The lustful groan that escapes from Danny's lips sends shivers through my body. "Jesus fuck. Becca... let's go."

With a mischievous grin, I gather up my things and take his hand as he leads us further back into the library.

“Danny! What are you doing?” I gasp, my heart pounding in my chest as he turns and presses me against the bookshelf with a forceful hand. Our bodies collide, his chest hot against mine.

“This,” he growls, his lips crushing against mine in a passionate kiss. His hands roam over my body, pushing up my skirt and sliding underneath to touch me intimately.

A moan escapes my lips as I wrap my arms around his head, pulling him closer. Danny's fingers move expertly, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

In one swift motion, he rips open my shirt and shoves down my bra, taking one hard nipple into his mouth. My back arches as I whimper in ecstasy.

"Shh," Danny whispers against my skin, "We have to be quiet."

I bite my lip to stifle another moan as his fingers continue their thrusts. The thrill of potentially getting caught only heightens my arousal.

Danny's free hand fumbles with his belt buckle. In moments, he has freed himself of his uniform pants. He lifts me up, pinning me against the bookshelf as he positions himself.

"Ready?" he asks, his voice husky with desire.

I nod eagerly, wrapping my legs around his waist. Danny enters me in one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt. We both gasp at the sensation.

He sets a frantic pace, driving into me over and over. Books rattle on the shelves behind us with each powerful thrust.

I cling to Danny's shoulders, lost in a haze of pleasure as he moves within me. The risk of discovery only heightens every sensation. I can feel myself getting close to the edge.

"Danny," I gasp, "I'm almost there."

He increases his pace, his breathing ragged in my ear. "Come for me, butterfly," he whispers.

His words send me over the brink. I bite down on his shoulder to muffle my cries as waves of ecstasy wash over me. Danny follows soon after, burying his face in my neck to stifle his own groan of release.

For a moment, we stay locked together, our hearts racing. Then Danny gently lowers me back to my feet, both of us hurrying to straighten our clothes.

"That was..." I trail off, still catching my breath.

"Amazing," Danny finishes with a smile. He leans in and tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “I love you, Becca.”

My heart pounds in my chest and then suddenly stops. Danny's words hit me like a speeding train, knocking the breath out of me. Panic surges through my body as I try to process what he just said. All I can think about is running away from this overwhelming situation.

But before I can make a move, Danny's strong hands grab onto me, trapping me against the wall. I feel helpless and exposed under his intense gaze.

"Stop," he commands, gripping my face tightly between his palms. "You are not going to run away from me. Face your fucking feelings, Rebecca."

I shake my head frantically, tears beginning to form in my eyes. "I... I can't do this."

Danny releases me and I quickly escape the library, rushing straight to the car waiting outside. The driver glances back at me with concern written all over their face.

"Home?" they ask softly.

I nod, unable to speak as tears start streaming down my face. I curl up in a ball in the backseat and let the emotions overwhelm me. This is too much for me to handle right now.

Why did I run? I love Danny! I’ve told my dad and Katya.

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