Chapter 18 Class project
LISA
Were my cheeks still burning with embarrassment from what happened at the pub?
Hell yes! I should have never let him get close to me, never let him put his hands on me but I did all that and this devastating result was what I got.
It made my insides burn with disdain. What was I even thinking? It was just my neck and it was just a kiss. No matter how sensitive that spot was, no matter how responsive I've always been, I could have bitten back my moans, I could have pretended, I could have faked being stoic, and I'd done worse. I've stared far worse challenges in the eyes and passed excellently.
But it took just one touch from the enemy, just the mere brush of his tongue against my skin and I was a moaning, withering mess.
God! How much I hated every second of it!
You mean how much you loved every second of it.
Fine! I enjoyed it! He obviously knows what he was doing with his tongue and teeth and lips and that made me lose control. Knowing Axel now, he must be gloating about how I came undone beneath him with just his tongue on my skin and I knew I was never going to hear the end of it.
I just really wished that I'd never have to set my eyes on him again.
But that was impossible, right? Like completely impossible because who was walking towards me now?
Axel Ivanov in his fucking glory.
With hands shoved into his jeans pocket, a deep blue shirt that was unbuttoned with sleeves rolled up, exposing a paler shade of blue tee beneath. He seemed to be greeting everyone and anyone before he finally settled on my row with two chairs separating us.
He didn't even acknowledge my presence and I'd have never acknowledged his presence too if I didn't feel a burning desire to talk if I didn't want the thoughts in my head to grow further and darker than they already are.
"There are lots of empty seats around, Ivanov, I don't understand why you're so fucking pressed to sit beside me."
He turned to me then, slowly, as if he had got all the time in the world to do just that and when his eyes finally met mine, he allowed his eyes to dip lower to slowly appraise my choice of clothing. I wasn't dressed that much baggy today, just a mom's jeans, a tank top, and a jacket but I shrugged the jacket off immediately I got to class so I was only in a tank top that has the whole of my hands, shoulders, and neck exposed.
Neck.
His eyes trailed up to stop on the hickey and the smoldering look in his eyes got me feeling all hot and bothered immediately.
I glared at him, my hand moving up to hide the bite mark from his eyes.
He snapped his eyes back up to me.
And he chuckled right into my face.
Forget our family's enmity not allowing us to shed each other's blood to stop a blood bath from breaking out, I was going to fucking put a hole in Axel's head one of these days. "You did not look that disdainful when you were getting that mark two nights ago."
"Shut up," I hissed at him and he still had the nerve to chuckle even more.
"I'm not the one who needs to shut up," he taunted, his eyes not leaving mine and when he spoke again, his voice was low and smoky and dark, "I wasn't the one making those sounds." My reactions to his words were instantaneous, my cheeks colored up, my chest rose and fell sharper, my breathing hitched and there was a strange sensation going on in my core. Just remembering my reactions to his onslaught hours ago had served as a source of embarrassment for me and now, with the way he threw that same reaction at me, I was getting aroused. I was getting fucking turned out.
God! How much I hated these reactions! Alongside the whole existence of Axel Ivanov.
"Fuck you," I said through gritted teeth.
"Obviously," he replied, shifting and moving closer to me as more students filled the class and started filling up the empty seats in the class, "it won't take a genius to figure out with these sounds you were making."
It took a while for the meaning of his words to dawn on me and when they did, my lips parted and my cheeks colored up even more. The fucking nerve of him to throw that assumption at my face!
I wanted to say something bad! I wanted to bite out a retort but I couldn't think of a damn thing with the mental images in my head, him taking me from behind and God!
My pupils dilated and my cheeks colored up way more than I ever thought possible.
I flickered my eyes up to meet him and I was sort of startled to see that he was looking at me or rather I was startled to see the way he was looking at me.
Gone was the playfully teasing look in his eyes, in its place now was a dark shrouded look as his eyes roamed over my facial features, my facial reactions to his words seemed to be doing something to him because he was staring at my eyes, and cheeks and lips with absolute concentration and the distance between us seemed to thin and everything else disappeared, the loud students talking at
A movement caught my eyes in the apex of his trousers and I glanced down before glancing up again with a smug look in my eyes. "You're the one to talk," I sassed before turning to the class.
The lecturer arrived soon after and I'd be lying if I said I even heard a thing in the class. I was acutely aware of the man beside me, of every single movement he was making, his thighs seemed to be brushing against mine at the slightest movement and his hand wouldn't stop grazing mine, wouldn't stop electrifying me.
Eventually, the class was about to end and the lecturer mentioned a six-week-long assignment that'd have us grouped in pairs of twos. The course rep went to the podium and started calling out the names in pairs. I held my breath because I hated group assignments and I could only hope I'd at least get paired with a serious student.
"Lisa Volkov."
The class rep called out after what seemed like an eternity and I held my breath even more.
"And Axel Ivanov."
No fucking way!