Chapter 25: The Tasty Temptress

I struggled to put my knees together but Julian was completely pressed up against my body, his hips had my thighs separated to the point I couldn’t even squirm them. I’m still able to pathetically squirm my feet even though I knew that wasn’t going to free me. The feeling of warm skin trailing up my thigh made me kick more fiercely but to no avail. Even my muffled screams full of nothing but cuss words fell on deaf ears, other than Julian’s. But he seemed more engrossed in my body than anything else.

I couldn’t move my head because of the hand that was covering my mouth. I was left with strict eye contact with Julian. The look in his eyes reminded me of a predator on the hunt, about to pounce on his prey.

And with the perfect position, he was able to invade my body with a single, powerful thrust. My screaming moan was once again muffled beneath his big hand and began to tighten when I got louder. But, thankfully like last time, he gave me time for my smaller body to adjust to his size and length. As soon as my legs stopped shaking, he began to rock his hips back and forth with increasing speed and enough strength that I could feel the bookcase behind me rock back and forth, threatening to fall over if too much force was pushed.

Julian removed his hand from my mouth only to replace it with his own. The way he bit at my bottom lip and tugged at my skin to distract me just gave him just enough time to grab me by the thighs and hold me up, leaving my body at his mercy as he continued to thrust into me, jerking my body up and down uncomfortably against the rows of books.

The only thing I had to fight back was my hands pushing against his chest but his strength still surpassed mine, especially in my weakened state. As much as I wanted to fight back, his intoxicating scent and solid muscles that wrapped around my body made me internally struggle whether or not I wanted him off of me.

My moans in the back of the library were muffled to near silence by how deeply he was kissing me, taking control of my tongue just as easily as he did last time. If I was in my right senses, I would feel shame and shatter in my pride but right now I was so lost in the heated moment that I couldn’t even think straight. The way he had my smaller body completely pinned against the bookcase while doing his work on me made me eventually give up on fighting back. There was no point in wasting my strength when I knew it was futile.

Fuck, if we get caught I’ll never live this down! But at the same time, why do I think this is so hot??

No, no, this isn’t hot! I’m being raped! I don’t like this at all!

I keep telling myself that but here I am, surrendering my body to him with muffled moans full of pleasure. My body began to stiffen when I neared my orgasm. Julian began to move at a pace he noticed I liked best right as I let out one last moan that was my loudest yet. My stretched legs begin to tremble again as I come off of my high and he slides out of me still at full mast. It confused me why he didn’t want to reach his climax too.

Did he only want me to finish?

I didn’t bother asking him the question. What he wanted wasn’t even on my list of the things I was about to do. Now that I’m coming back to my senses, I was mad as hell.

Julian released my legs and carefully set me back down on the ground. But as soon as I did, I gave him another punch in his gut that was much harder than last time. He croaked out all of his air while immediately hunching over and I took the liberty to kick him backward, shoving him against the wall.

“FUCK!” I screamed so loud that I didn’t care who heard. It was the only thing I could get out since the whirlwind of words inside of me was still trying to get organized on my tongue. “You can’t take a hint, can ya?! What did I say? What did I fucking say? NO! I’m not interested in you that way, Julian, why the fuck would you do this?!”

“Because you wanted me to…” He groaned with a pained voice as he struggled to stand up straight. The punch I delivered him will leave a nasty bruise on his abs for the next week no doubt.

“My fucking fuck, Julian, FUCK.” I barked out randomly with rage while fumbling to pull up my underwear and shorts. “I never…!” I hesitated with my words this time. He wasn’t lying, I definitely was thinking it, but did I want it? Truth be told, I didn’t know but I wasn’t about to let him know that. “Fucking hell! Fucking dammit– if I SAY. If I SAY.” I spoke my last words repeatedly and dragged them out as if I were speaking to someone who was slow in the head. “If I SAY I wanted you to fuck me, then I will! Don’t go ahead and act on what you think I want! Fuck, Julian! You even had the idiocy to call me yours and Beautiful again!”

I haven’t said the word ‘fuck’ so many times in one outburst in quite a while. Julian pitifully looked at me as my tornado of emotions could be seen in my eyes and in my mouth. They came to an abrupt stop however with his next words. “Did I make you feel good?”

Everything I wanted to scream went dead silent as my face burned with another violent blush. In all truth, he was the best I’ve ever had. But I’ll be damned if I tell him that. Instead, I instantly spun around and marched off. “Go fuck yourself, Julian.”

“Sukia, no, wait!” Once he recovered from my painful punch, he ran after me and grabbed a hold of my arm tightly. “I wasn’t trying to upset you and I really was doing it only to please you, I swear.”

“Not to UPSET me?! Julian, you’re the biggest fucking dumbass I’ve ever met and I’ve met a lot of dumbasses! What part of that made you think it wouldn’t upset me?” I barked at him angrily once I spun around to face him. I tried to yank my arm out of his grip but his hold was too firm.

“Because you–” Julian’s words come to a halt when we hear the voices of two people entering.

To my surprise, it was my mom and Gabriel. Yet again, my mother being in the library is no surprise and I’m sure she’s dragged her new husband in here multiple times. I just didn’t expect to see them back so soon, let alone walk into here.

I was about to call out to my mother in an attempt to get an escape route out of this situation but before I could utter a sound, once again, Julian’s hand gripped my mouth tightly like unremovable duct tape. For the second time, my back is pressed up against a bookshelf. I was about to call out, even with a muffled voice I hoped that they could hear me. But the thought of my plan crossed Julian’s mind and he put a finger to his lips as if telling me to be quiet before I could even make a sound. When his body pressed up against mine, I could feel that he still had an erection and I could feel another chill crawl up my spine.

Would he really go for round two with our parents in the same room?!