Vexingly Yours,

Vexingly So

"Not happening." She shook her head, denying him maliciously.

"You and I are going to happen. Right there on that table, surrounded with these books."

"I'll fight you." She had to.

She can't have sex with this lumberjack of a man, he will wreck her for all. No man will come after this and he will leave her. She just knew it.

The man was a leather belt of a playboy. As he strolled to her, steps dripping with ruthless and soulless passion. He reached behind, easily removing his shirt.

Flesh of glinted muscles winked at her, temptingly. His body tall and lean, everything about him hollered of dark pleasure and wanton submission.

It's a demonic gift given to her, did she have the power to unwrap it?

He reached for her before she could escape. Thinking of no other move, her hand cupped his balls, squeezing it.

His chest heaved and pain and desire shocking into him. He bit his lip, his eyes staring daggers into her.

In a high note, he said. "Release me! Now!"

"Then, you will listen to me. I'm not having sex with you!"

His eyes turned silver, the lighting in his eyes crackled. "I need you so badly."

Her expression hardened trying not to weaken her resolve. "If you fuck me, it won't go down with a fight."

With a wild promise, he rumbled. "As long as I fuck you."

When he leaned in to kiss her, she pushed him away.

He tumbled back but he let her pass by in a quick sprint. His body hung in want. The idea of catching her was suddenly delighting him.

The hunt was an inclination. To possess her and feed her his cock. When he would catch her, he'll claim her. All to himself.

No man but himself for her. His dark thoughts pushed him, making him know his prize is getting away.

This game they were playing was addictive. So, he allowed her to dive into the aisles.

Hiding from Lucius wasn't easy. She wanted to get stupidly caught.

The reason of her temporary hesitancy was also partly because she was a virgin and she was scared. Books at times lie. They do, in the throes of passion.

What if she didn't feel the pulsating pleasure? The rich blood of toxic desire flowing in her veins was her matter of saying will she bleed badly when he takes her virginity?

Stupid questions, she knew the answers to but it was building up in her head and she didn't want reality to swipe away her one true shot at passion.

She tip toed her way and caught the platinum hair passing and she quickly hid from his view.

"I'll always find you, my Oreos. Always."

Heart racking away in her rib cage, she moves steadily into another dark aisle.

With the shelf digging in her back, she slides against it till she reached the other corner. Peeking around, she breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness...

She turned and immediately smacked into a naked chest. His arms snagging her up, he hoisted her up against the shelf.

"No where to hide." Deep and dark his voice breathed out, fanning over her face.

Mint washed over her, the tingling ringing.

She bit her lip, anger simmering at being caught. Palatable heat gliding inside her for relishing being in his hold. She contradicting herself in every turn.