Page 35 of The NemeSis
Me: See you soon.
Kyra: What?
Kyra: No.
Kyra: Ares, I’m serious.
I leave her on read.
If she thinks she’s going to blow me off, she’s got another thing coming. I close my laptop and slip it into my work bag. The building manager already knows I’ve got a crew working up here, and the security is top-notch. Still, I let the guys know I’ll be back in a little while, not that they’ll still be here when I plan on returning.
* * *
Stalking is just beingstealthy while approaching your target. It doesn’t sound so bad when you look at the basic definition of it. It’s not my fault I find myself hiding in the shadows of the library watching and waiting.
Kyra glances up and I wonder if she can feel my eyes on her. She types up something at her laptop then writes something down on the piece of paper next to her. She taps the tip of her eraser to the table before placing the pencil down and standing up. Her eyes move to her laptop screen once more before moving away from the table.
I keep to the shadows, walking alongside her as her eyes scan the rows looking for something in particular. I wait until she turns down one of the rows filled with history and geography books. Her gaze moves across the first few shelves then she steps closer, her finger brushes a few spines looking for a specific book.
My eyes glance down at the book in my hand. It was a lucky guess it might be one she would want to use. One of the ones I’d suggested on Ancient Greece. I’ll take it as a sign. Fate. I was correct.
Kyra steps closer and mumbles. “Where is it?”
I step softly behind her. “Looking for this?”
She spins around with a gasp. “Damn it, Ares. Stop scaring me like that.”
A smirk covers my face as I hold out the book to give it to her—as if it were that easy.
Her eyes narrow, and she reaches for it, but I raise it up out of her reach. “What will you give me for it?”
“Please give me the book.” She groans and places her hands on her hips. “This isn’t a game, Ares.”
“Sure it is, princess.” I bring the book down in front of her face until she grabs hold of it.
Only, I don’t let go. I slowly raise it up higher until she’s forced onto her toes. She doesn’t let go. Both of our hands are on the book, and I can’t help the smile that grows on my face.
If it weren’t a game, she would’ve let go by now. She could still let go and walk away, but she doesn’t. I take a step forward, pressing her back into the shelves. Her eyes widen as they look up at me.
“What’s it going to be, Kyra?” My hand teases the edge of her skirt, rubbing circles on her outer thigh. “What will you give me?”
Kyra sucks in the edge of her bottom lip briefly before slowly releasing it between her teeth. “What do you want?” She swallows.
I lean my face close to hers, then close to her ear. “What if I want everything?” I pull back slowly, my lips brushing across her jawline. “What if I want you?”
“You don’t mean it.” She shakes her head. “It’s all games with you.”
“Do you think last night was just a game?” My hand moves slowly from the side of her thigh, to the front. My fingers toy with the hem of her skirt as I move my hand between her legs, slowly. “Did you think I wanted to stop?”
Kyra’s lips part in a silent gasp and she holds her breath. Her face grows red. The flush stretches down her neck and across her chest. She slowly exhales and I can practically feel her heart beating faster.
“The thing about being back in these stacks, is all the shadows.” My hand creeps up slowly. “Nobody can see us.” She whimpers out as I brush my knuckles against her. “Do you want me to stop?”
Kyra shakes her head.
I move my fingers, gently pressing against her center. Rubbing softly at her core. “Can you keep quiet?” My lips brush hers. “Tell me to stop.” I rub my fingers more firmly and feel her panties dampen with arousal. “If I don’t stop, you’re mine.” She whimpers. “You want that, don’t you? To be mine?” My lips claim hers and it feels like a thunderstorm behind my eyes. Lightning surges through my body and all I want to do is claim every inch of her. I pull back so I can watch her face as my fingers continue to move.
“Ares,” my name comes out of her lips like a whispered prayer.
