The Library

Lilith

I feel like someone is watching me. You know that feeling you get sometimes, and no one is ever actually watching you? But right now, it feels different. I can feel eyes on me, burning into my skin. My pulse quickens, and I force myself to shake it off, but the uneasy sensation lingers, crawling up my spine. “Get yourself together,” I whisper under my breath, trying to steady the rush of nerves. Why would anyone be watching me? I’m the most boring person I know.

Surely, Sebastian isn’t watching me. I already told him I was coming over to his place tonight. I told him I wanted answers, and I do. But a part of me—one I hate to admit—is more excited about the possibility of things going the way they did last night. His touch, his lips, the way he commanded every inch of my body… god, I can’t stop thinking about it.

I try to focus on the rows of books in front of me, but my mind keeps drifting back to him. No, Lily, I tell myself. Get your head on straight. This is ridiculous. I’m here to get some new reading material, not to fantasize about a man I barely know. I start scanning the shelves, trying to distract myself, but it’s not working. Not when I’m standing here in the middle of the “spicy” section, surrounded by books with covers that scream every dark desire I’ve ever secretly had.

The shelves are lined with romance novels, each one filthier than the last. And as if I weren’t embarrassed enough looking at them, there’s a giant sign with bright red peppers decorating the top, practically announcing to everyone that I’m shopping for smut.

“What a whore,” I mutter to myself under my breath, shaking my head. But it’s not true. I’m not. I’ve never even been with anyone. It’s not like I didn’t have options, but none of the guys I’ve met could ever live up to my book boyfriends. They’d only disappoint me.

My thoughts wander to Sebastian. He wouldn’t disappoint me. I can already feel it in my bones. He would ruin me in the best ways. He’d make every fantasy I’ve ever had pale in comparison. But no. I’m not giving him my attention. I’m in college, focusing on becoming a best-selling author, not falling in love or getting distracted by a man.

Besides, I don’t think love is what he’s after. It feels like something more… something darker. A hunger that runs deeper than desire, like he wants to consume me, not love me. But then again, what do I even know about love?

And yet, I can’t shake the feeling of being watched. Just to be safe, I take a quick glance around, scanning both sides of the aisle. Nothing. I’m being paranoid. It’s probably that damn psychological thriller I just read, I think, shaking my head. I turn back to the books, forcing myself to concentrate, but then… I smell it.

His cologne. The scent is subtle but intoxicating, pulling me right back to our first encounter. God, that was embarrassing. I can still feel the heat of shame from bumping into him, spilling all my dirty little secrets—those books. The way he looked at me, like he knew every filthy thought running through my mind.

“Seriously, Lily,” I mutter again, a little louder this time, “how pathetic are you? Thinking you’re just going to run into him here again, and he’s going to finally fuck you up against these books.” I laugh at the ridiculousness of my own thoughts, but the heat between my legs doesn’t lie. Every night since I’ve met him, I’ve been waking up soaking wet, my sheets tangled around me, his name on my lips.

I shake my head, trying to rid myself of the shameless fantasies, but my body betrays me. I remember the hardness of his tattooed muscles when I slammed into him, the way he towered over me. His belt at eye level, perfect for me to be on my knees, taking every inch of his hard cock into my mouth. My breath hitches at the thought, and a shiver runs down my spine.

The way his hands gripped that book. The things he’s whispered to me, the way he kissed me last night. And then there was that time—fuck—the way he fingered me until I came all over his hand, his dark eyes never leaving mine as he licked it off like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to suppress the growing ache inside me. Ugh! I sigh in frustration, cutting off my thoughts before they spiral out of control.

But then… I feel it. Warm breath on the back of my neck.

This isn’t in my head. This is real.

I whirl around so fast I almost lose my balance. And then, those hands—the same ones I’d just been fantasizing about, the same hands I came all over—wrap around my throat. The pressure is immediate, firm but not enough to cut off my air completely. Just enough to remind me who’s in control.

Sebastian .

His presence consumes me in an instant. The heat of his body, the way his hand wraps perfectly around my neck, makes my pulse race. My heart pounds so hard I can feel it in my ears. The room around me fades, and it’s just us. His touch, his control.

“Miss me?” His voice is low, dangerous, vibrating through me.

I can’t speak. My body responds before my mind even catches up, my breath coming in shallow gasps, my legs trembling. I should be terrified, but I’m not. I’m fucking turned on. Every inch of me is on fire, every nerve in my body alive and tingling with need.

He tightens his grip just slightly, leaning down so his lips are barely a breath away from my ear. “You talk to yourself a lot, don’t you, ?” His tone is mocking, teasing. He knows exactly what I was thinking about. And the worst part? He’s not wrong.

I try to speak, but the words get caught in my throat. I feel exposed, vulnerable, like he can see straight through me, right down to the filthy thoughts I was having just moments before. My body trembles against his, my pussy aching with a need I can’t explain.

“You think I didn’t hear what you said?” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “You want me to fuck you here? Is that it, ? You want me to ruin you right here, in this bookstore, where anyone could see?”

The words send a jolt of heat straight to my pussy. My mind is spinning, and I feel like I’m drowning in the intensity of him, completely consumed by the dark, predatory energy that rolls off him in waves.

His hand tightens a little more around my throat, just enough to make me gasp, my nipples hardening against the fabric of my dress. Shit, he’s barely touching me, and I’m already coming undone. The wetness between my thighs is undeniable, my body responding to him in a way I can’t control.

I shake my head, trying to deny it, but my body betrays me. I want him. I want every filthy, sinful thing he’s offering. I want him to fuck me right here, right now, against the shelves, with people just steps away—oblivious to how close I am to falling apart for him.

He smirks against my ear, his lips brushing my skin, sending another wave of desire crashing through me. “Don’t lie to me, . I can feel how much you want it. Your body’s already begging for me.”

But before I can even process the thought, he releases his hold on my throat, stepping back just enough to let the air fill my lungs again, leaving me breathless and aching for more.

“Oh my god,” I say with a ragged breath, my pulse racing as I catch the dark glint in his eyes.