Spider-man Unleashed

Chapter 17

Mary Jane had been dashing through the corridors, trying to arrive at her next class in time, when a hand wrapped around her arm and pulled her to the side.

Another girl might have tried to cry, but her first reaction was to throw a punch, only to be grabbed easily.

Too easily, even, she realized, a moment before she managed to process the face of her attacker.

"Peter, you scared me," Mary Jane said, gasping for breath, though she was glad that the ease her punch had been caught was not her fault. She had been taking self-defense classes for a long time, but that was hardly something that would work against a superhero, who was used to much bigger threats that could throw trucks around.

Peter just smiled, saying nothing as he stopped grabbing her arm, but he didn't pull his arm away. Instead, he put it on her waist, caressing her waist. And, since she decided to wear a crop top, it meant he was touching her naked skin.

Leaving a burning sensation behind as the memories of the previous day rushed into her mind.

She waited for a moment, waiting for him to say something, but that decision died quickly when his fingers slipped under her shirt, turning the situation more dangerous. "W-why are you here?" she found herself stammering, despite her intention to ask him to stop.

That sentence somehow rejected to leave her mouth.

"I had a meeting with Dr. Connors, and I decided to see you before going back," Peter answered. "Why? Don't tell me that you're unhappy."

"N-no, of course not. But we're in the middle of a corridor…" she started to answer, only to fade when she realized she had been dragged into an empty classroom already, which made her argument invalid.

Peter just smiled as he let his fingers climb up, caressing her skin.

"Still, someone can come in," she offered.

"I thought redheads were supposed to be courageous," he answered, that damnable teasing smirk once again on his lips.

She could have easily argued against it, but for some reason, the slow ascend of her fingers was all that was needed to sap her willpower completely. Instead, she let out a growl, which came out far more playful than she intended. "Why did you visit Dr. Connors," she said.

"Oh, it was for my interview," he said casually.

She couldn't help but look at him in fascination. He was just eighteen, and yet to graduate from high school, but he was able to deliver such a monumental achievement calmly enough. Just being taken seriously by any professor was an achievement, and he was being interviewed by one of the leading scientists for an assistant role, several years ahead of the schedule.

Truly fascinating.

"What's the result," she asked.

"Oh, I'm starting to work here this weekend most likely," Peter said with a shrug.

"Jerk, don't you think that's important to just say," she said with a chuckle, only to be interrupted by a gasp when his fingers picked up speed, and twisted her nipple.

"Not as important as what I have in mind," he answered, his tone switching to that throaty rumble that directly triggered her heat.