Atlas Black

Chapter 19

A T L A S B L A C K

Seeing her walk away from that little stunt she just pulled off and heading towards somewhere between the bookshelf's to hide makes me want to follow her. I wait a few long-lasting minutes with Sas still at my side and Kai left alone on the table now making his way toward us.

I watch him make his way towards us and he shrugs his shoulders at me, as if he didn't know shit and was just as lost. His face makes it obvious that it wasn't what he was expecting and I can't really blame nor be mad at him for that.

Nodding my head a little in silent affirmation, I slide black the chair and get up preparing to find her between sections and rows and aisles of books upon shelf's of books whilst leaving both Sas and Kai behind.

They can deal with whatever shit they have to deal with without me.

I'm crossing passed the romance section when I back up a few steps my head snapping in the direction of the aisle she's in and my blood begins to hammer and boil inside of me.

Innocently, she narrows her eyes cutely whilst in a bit of a mishap trying to look through whatever book she's trying to find. If I wasn't so maddened by everything I might've almost found it adorable and maybe offered a helping a hand. Maybe.

She's flipping through a book when I ever so quietly walk up behind her without a trace of suspicion and place a hand on the shelf in front of her, caging her in my arm.

She stiffens when she notices my presence behind her and she stays rooted to her spot when I take my time picking off a book from above one of the shelf's. My front pressing against her back.

This sheer contact, slight friction between us makes my dick harden and jump in response, getting a lil to excited by the close proximity. Calm down there boy.

I take a step back trying to loosen up and cool the fuck down and I pull off a fine choice of book all the while no words are being said as our actions are loud enough and fill in any of our unspoken words.

Grabbing her book that was in her hands, I fumble through the pages with a bored expression on my face and my eyes skim across a name that makes me stop but I don't show anything and lazily drop it on the floor and replace her now empty hands by handing her another book she should take more into consideration for a whore like her.

I chuckle deeply as I begin to turn around and head back the way I came from but not before the impact and the force of the hit, discombobulates me and destabilises me for a moment.

Swivelling around back to quick, not expecting that comeback but knew it was going to piss her off but even still my body on instinct stalks faster and closer to as she begins seeing me approaching and steps back farther but not before I turn and push her into the bookcase.

My breathing becomes heavy and ragged, laced with anger. And I shove her harder in the shoulders to the bookcase whilst I stare death-threateningly into her soul.

Shit, the way she's looking at me with wide eyes and mouth parted, breathing just as heavily, the irregular beating of her heart pulsating. The rise and fall of her chest as it brings me back to that time in the gym when I had her pressed down into the floor. It drives me fucking insane.

My grip is hard and tense and the little space that separates us becomes hardly visible when I close the little distance and tower over, her head tilting back. I bring my knee closer in between her legs to make sure to hit that perfect sweet spot and wedge her in the pussy.