Chapter 21 HIS?
SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW.
It felt like time had stopped. My heartbeat pounded in my ears as I stood before him with a shocked face and a stunned expression.
His icy stare pinned me to the wall as he fixed me with a lazy expression, but his eyes...
They focused heavily on me, as they pinned me with a dark stare. It was possessive, hot, and everything wrong.
"I'm sorry?" I asked, waiting for him to say it was a joke. But my heart secretly hoped for him to repeat it, to tell me he wanted me to be his forever.
It felt like the world had tilted, and I stood on the very edge, waiting for him to either keep me from falling to the ground or push me over.
"Would you like to be mine for real?" He asked, repeating his words from earlier as his stare deepened with even more intensity.
My breath caught in my throat, traitorously betraying me before my mind could grasp any semblance of control. For one second, all I could hear was the echo of that question bouncing off the walls, wrapping around me like silk and steel.
And in that moment, before I could go with what my heart and panties wanted, my brain and mouth interjected. A sharp laugh escaped my lips. As I tried to sound amused.
I failed.
"Don't flatter yourself, Ravenscroft. You don't get to play hero because of our agreement. The bet's still on; I get Matt's attention again, he acts all hot and bothered for me, and I let you do whatever you want to me."
He smirked at that, as his lips pulled to the side in a devilish grin. His eyes flashed with pure, ravenous hunger as he leaned in closer to me.
His blonde hair suddenly looked longer than I'd ever seen it; the full locs framed his face attractively. All of a sudden, I found my hands itching to tug on them like I did earlier, as he buried in my pussy.
“We can play that game, sunshine. I'll win, as I always do, and you'll be mine, for as long as I want. And I always take my measure....in full,” he said quietly, his voice dropping into that dangerous crescendo that made my pulse misbehave, and my panties dampen. “But we both know you liked it when I defended you. When I made them choke on your name, every time I make them rethink speaking your name, because they know now, I'll be there to make them regret ever uttering every syllable of your name....Sunshine."
My lips parted at his words, as my heart pounded in my chest, and my clit throbbed with desire, but no words came out. He moved closer, his height swallowing mine as he stood, his shadow curling around me like he would gobble me up.
And then, his hand tilted my chin up, angling my lips to his.
His knees brushed against mine, at the same time as his thumb slowly caressed my bottom lip. He leaned in, much closer than before, and all of a sudden, he was too close, as his cologne wafted in my nostrils, the air thinned until it felt as though, if he kissed me, I’d never breathe the same way again.
Don’t you dare…
I shoved him hard, my palms colliding with the unyielding steel of his chest as heat blazed through my cheeks, painting my face with what I was sure made me look like a tomato.
Trying my hardest to hide my panic with false anger, even as my heart throbbed in my chest with ferocious beats. “This is fake, remember? You don’t get to blur lines just because you’re bored.”
The words sounded sharper than I felt as I uttered them. Inside, I was spiraling, as a riot of questions I couldn’t afford to ask raged in my mind.
Why did he have to be a bad boy? Why was he the infamous heartbreaker of Ravenscroft High?
Why did his touch linger like fire on my skin? Why did his almost-kiss feel more real than any I’d ever had?
Why did part of me want him to close the distance?
Why does my heart flutter whenever he's close to me, when he kisses me, when he touches me?
His eyes narrowed in slits, as a glint appeared in them.....it seemed like he could see how much I wanted him; even though I tried my hardest to hide it.
I opened my mouth to speak when another voice interrupted me.
One of the principal’s aides stood there, her expression tight and official, as she stared at me with hard eyes and tight lips. Her eyes avoided Lucien's form at all costs as she pinned me with a sharp glare.
“Miss Bishop. The principal would like to see you. Now. It’s… about your scholarship.”
Her words chilled me more than anything Lucien could’ve said or done. The reminder of the events ot today came to mind again. I still had to face the Principal.
Of course.
Roxanne. The gift that keeps on giving.
Lucien’s expression hardened as he stared above my head, shadows cutting sharply across his clenched jaw. His eyes flickered in the aide’s direction, then back to me, as the blue orbs flashed with fury brewing low and lethal. He knew.
As I moved to leave, his hand shot out immediately, gripping my wrist with that iron certainty that always felt too much like ownership.
Like I belonged only to him.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, scholarship girl,” he murmured, his voice lethal and velvety. “In my world, wolves don’t stop hunting just because you’re bleeding.”
The words sliced straight down my spine, as did his heavy stare, which felt like the weight of an elephant on my mind.
I yanked myself free before he could see how badly my heart pounded, and fluttered at the same time from his touch, before he could brand me with another truth I wasn’t ready to face.
That this was his world. And I just happened to be in it. His touch lingered anyway, even as I'd removed my hand from his. It felt like a phantom fire burning into my skin.
I straightened my shoulders and forced my legs to move, even as my insides shook with trepidation.
One battle had ended, but another was already waiting.