Vicious Secret: A Dark College Romance

Chapter 53

Xavier walks over to the table and plants his hands on the flat surface, leaning toward me until I can see his eyes, the gray in them swirling with possessiveness.

“You didn’t change your clothes,” he says quietly.

My gaze widens, and my heart leaps. Straight into my pussy. It starts pulsing at the sight of him.

“I was busy,” I say. “Class, remember?”

Raven gets to her feet and grabs her books. “I think this is my cue to go. If you need me, roomie, I’ll be in the dorm room.”

“Okay, bye,” I say, keeping my gaze on Xavier.

As soon as she’s gone, he snatches my wrist and pulls me to my feet. I gaze up at him, unsure of what he wants.

“Follow me,” he says.

He tightens his grip as he leaves me to trail behind him, his pace so fast I have to jog to keep up. The students we pass watch us, their expressions ranging from shocked to curious. A few even smirk.

I yank against his hold, but Xavier only increases his speed. “Where are we going?” I ask.

He turns down another row of books, leading me deeper into the stacks. “We need to talk.”

“Can’t we do that in the middle of the library?”

He shakes his head and rounds the corner, finally coming to a stop at the end of the aisle. I look around, finding us completely alone and surrounded by shelves of books.

Xavier releases me and steps forward, trapping me between a short bookcase and his body. “Do you know how dangerous it is for you to disobey me?” he asks, his tone low and threatening.

“I have a feeling you’re about to tell me.”

“You’ve pushed me all day,” he says. “It’s like you want me to fuck that attitude right out of you.”

“I’m pretty sure you tried to last night.”

He smirks at me. “Obviously it wasn’t hard enough.”

His eyes flash with intent, right before he spins me around. He places a hand between my shoulder blades and shoves me forward, forcing me to bend over and grab the low shelf. I have a moment to react, to process what’s happening. But then he leans into me, his erection digging into my ass.

Arousal hits me hard, and I close my eyes. “Are you serious?”

“Absolutely,” he whispers.

“If anyone comes back here, they’ll see us.”

“You’ll have to be quiet then, won’t you?”

“Xavier—”

He silences my protest by slipping his hands underneath my skirt and dragging it up, exposing me. Cool air caresses my thighs, followed by his warm touch. It burns me.

Xavier cups my pussy with a groan. “You’re soaked. Is it because you like the idea that someone else might see how wet you get for me? How desperate you are to come?”

I can’t answer because he rips my panties, leaving me gasping. He runs his fingers along my slit and then spreads the dampness all over my clit. I bite back a moan as he works my body, making me delirious with lust.

He removes his hand, and I whimper. The rustle of clothing is followed by skin-to-skin contact, making me sigh. He presses against me, his cock settling against the seam of my ass. I shift, lifting my hips, wanting him inside me.

“Is this what you want?” he asks.

I bite my lip, waiting for him to push forward.

“Say it, Delilah. Use your words.”

“Please.”

He lines up his cock and slams into me. I groan at the fullness, as well as the soreness that returns. My pain makes my pleasure all the better.

“Fuck,” he says, his breath skimming the back of my neck.

He grips my hips and drives into me, pushing me against the bookshelf. The wood digs into my palms and bruises my flesh, but I barely register the discomfort. It’s nothing compared to the feeling of Xavier inside me.

“You feel so fucking good,” he says.

He increases his pace, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing off the shelves around us. I press my lips together, trying to keep quiet, but the way he’s fucking me makes it impossible. A moan slips from me when he angles his cock and it hits deeper than before.

“Be quiet, little raptor.” He reaches around and slaps my panties against my lips. “Open.”

When I do, he shoves the underwear inside my mouth. He drives his cock into me even harder than before. It’s almost like he wants someone to see us. His thrusts are so deep and powerful that I’m forced onto my tiptoes. My breasts rub against the rough surface of the shelf, sending tingles across my skin.

My pleasure builds quickly, the tension in my lower belly growing. It’s a delicious sensation, but not enough. Xavier doesn’t let me get too close, denying me the release I crave. Instead, he keeps his pace steady and rough, his fingers digging into my hips, his grip bruising. The heat of his body envelopes me, his chest pressed against my back, his mouth on my neck, his breath tickling my skin.

“I love the way you fuck,” he says. “The way you take my cock.”

I whimper again, his words causing my pussy to spasm.

“That’s it,” he says. “Take what I give you.”

The words aren’t just a command. They’re a demand and a promise.

And I’m gone.

Pleasure rips through me, stealing the breath from my lungs and the strength from my legs. My vision goes white, and my ears fill with a ringing sound. Xavier fucks me through it, his pace never slowing.

“That’s a good girl,” he says. “Give it to me. Every breath, every moan.”

After a few more thrusts, his body tenses. He drives his cock deep, burying himself inside me, his fingers leaving imprints in my flesh. Then he stills, his breathing labored, his body slick with sweat.

Xavier rests his head on my back, his arms wrapped around me, our bodies joined. It’s only when I begin to tremble from the effort of holding this position that he eases out of me and adjusts his clothing.

He helps me to stand, his hands moving to fix my skirt and remove the panties from my mouth. His gaze locks onto mine. “Next time I tell you not to wear that skirt, you’d better listen.”

“Yes, sir,” I mutter, shoving my underwear back on.

His lips twitch. “Good girl.”

Xavier wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me closer. My knees are wobbly, and I sag against him. His eyes roam over my face, and he presses his lips to mine, kissing me softly. I return the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He pulls back with a groan. “We have to stop, or I’ll fuck you again.”

I nod, still reeling from the intensity of the moment and the tenderness that followed. Xavier’s protective demeanor doesn’t wane as he guides me back to the tables where my personal belongings lie unattended. The juxtaposition of his earlier dominance with his current gentleness creates a whirlwind of emotions inside me.

As we exit the library, I lean into him, finding an unexpected comfort in his nearness. The fear and adrenaline that surged through me when we first met began to dissipate more and more with every interaction between us. Now, replaced with his protection and affection, my view of him is starting to change. For the first time in my life, I feel safe.

And it’s with an assassin.