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I text Alistair instead.
Penelope: You made a deal with me. You need to come through.
Alistair: You asking me to come? Again?
Fuck them. Can’t they think about anything other than sex?
Penelope: I mean it. I let you do what you wanted, so now it’s your turn to do what I want.
Alistair: And what is it you desire, feisty queen?
Well, I guess that’s a better nickname than the others even though I know it’s all meant as a big fucking joke to make me feel inferior.
Penelope: My diary is missing. Did you steal it again?
Alistair: Maybe.
I sigh out loud.
Penelope: It’s mine. Give. It. Back.
Alistair: It’s not up to me, and we can’t.
Penelope: Why?
Alistair: Felix needs it for something.
They’d better not damage it, or I swear to God, there will be blood on my hands.
Alistair: Don’t worry, it’s safe.
Penelope: I doubt it.
Alistair: So what was this thing about some guy called Nathan?
I’m surprised he remembers that.
Penelope: Are you going to help me?
Alistair: Depends on your answer.
I take the note from my bag and take a picture of it, then send it to him.
Penelope: He shoved this note under my door.
Alistair: Interesting.
There’s a long pause.
Penelope: So you’re not going to say anything?
Alistair: I’ll have a talk with the guys.
Okay.
Sighing, I put down my phone and peer over my shoulder, but they’re not even looking at me anymore. Meanwhile, I’m tense as fuck as my eyes fixate on the clock, waiting for the time to pass until this class is over.
Because the first thing I’ll be doing is heading straight for the library to confront them.
Felix
Twenty minutes later
When the library door closes behind me, I can feel the electricity practically zing off my body. She’s in here. I can fucking smell it. Her perfume lingers in the air, drawing me in like a lure. And I’m definitely coming for the bait.
I walk up the stairs and head for the most secluded part of the library. The part no one ever visits for fun, let alone to study. Who in their right fucking mind is ever interested in some old drab from some old fucker’s life who lived five hundred years ago?
No one … except me. Because I’m not here to read, and neither is she.
When I spot her behind a bookcase, my heartbeat picks up, the adrenaline flooding my body.
The ripped black jeans she’s wearing barely cover her ass, and the sight makes my mouth water.
I’ve already felt her wetness on my fingers. Maybe it’s about time I tasted it too.
“Penelope,” I whisper.
She gasps. “Who’s there?” She turns around and checks each case. “Felix?”
But I can easily outpace her.
From behind a bookcase, I watch her. Her face scrunches up in a pretty way when she’s annoyed. Pretty enough to make me want to bend her over the desk behind her.
“I can see you …” I mutter through a hole in the bookcase.
In shock, she turns around, our eyes connecting for a brief second before I disappear again behind another bookshelf.
But I can hear her breathe heavier and heavier with every passing second. The sound is like a drug to me.
God, I’m a sucker for a chase.
When she’s with her back to me, I slide past two narrow bookcases and slowly snake my hands around her waist.
She shrieks, so I swiftly cover her mouth.
“Shh … We don’t want people to come looking now, do we?” I whisper into her ear. Her naked belly underneath that crop top pushes in and out with quick, ragged breaths, her panicky eyes finding mine when she turns her head. “I’ll remove my hand if you promise not to scream.”
FELIX
She nods after a moment, so I lower my hand to her neck and grip her throat instead.
“Good girl.”
I can feel the goose bumps erupt on her skin, and it makes me grin like a motherfucker.
“You like doing as you’re told,” I muse, my tongue dipping out to lick the rim of her ear. “Don’t you, Penelope?”
“Fuck you,” she hisses back. “I only came here because I need answers.”
“Oh, so that’s why you whimper so loudly,” I muse.
She blushes and spits back, “That’s not—”
Suddenly, she kicks back and hits me right in the nut sack.
Fuck.
I groan in pain and release her from my grip, barely able to stay upright.
Still so fucking fiery …
But I’ll fuck the fire right out of her.
“You deserved that,” she growls.
“For what?” I grip my package and ignore the pain, tilting my head at her. “Giving you the best orgasm you’ve ever had in your entire fucking life?”
She grinds her teeth, but her anger can’t hide the flush on her cheeks. “Stop.”
“Why?” I step closer. “Does it make you feel bad to know you got off while being degraded?”
“I didn’t do shit,” she rebukes.
“No, your body did the talking for you,” I retort.
“The only reason I let you do that is so you would help me. When are you going to hold up your end of this deal we made?”
