The air in the library was thick with quiet desperation. Derek was jealous, and he was angry, and he didn't quite know why. It wasn't like he had any right to feel possessive over Adeline, not really. But there she was, laughing at something some other guy had said, her head thrown back, her long, dark hair spilling down over her shoulders. Something inside him snapped.
Without another thought, he lunged forward, pinning her against the bookshelf with a strength that took her breath away. Her eyes widened, and her lips parted in surprise, and for a moment, Derek was lost in the depths of those eyes. He knew he should probably let her go, but he couldn't help himself. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear, and whispered, his voice low and rough with desire, "Should I remind you who you belong to?"
Her breath hitched, and for a fleeting instant, he thought he saw a flicker of something in her eyes - desire? Fear? Maybe it was both. And then she murmured, her voice husky with emotion, "Amore." The word was like a match to dry leaves, igniting a fire in his chest that threatened to consume him whole. He bent his head, his lips finding hers, and with a growl of possession, he claimed her mouth, kissing her harder, deeper, until she moaned into his mouth, and her hands were tangled in his hair, and he knew without a doubt that she belonged to him.
He swept her up in his arms and carried her through the library. He kicked open the door to one of the study rooms, and there, beneath the harsh glare of the fluorescent light, he laid her down on the table, her legs spread wide, her lips parted in anticipation. With a groan, he pressed his hips against her, feeling her wetness against the fabric of his pants, and for a moment, he just looked down at her, taking in the sight of her eyes dark with desire-
I felt as if someone had dropped a boulder on my fragile heart. He peppered kisses on her neck and she giggled in response. Right in front of my eyes. I clenched my fist. Their proximity suffocated me. I couldn't breathe.
Jealousy and agony gave way to pure rage and without thinking, I jerked the woman out of his hold and pushed her away.
"What the hell," she glared at me and I glared back at her before turning my gaze on Alex.
"Who is she? And why is she here?" I asked him and could hear my voice shaking because of the enormous rage I was feeling in that moment. I wanted to kill him along with her.
He scanned my expression for a moment and then flicked his gaze away as if I don't even exist.
"Let's get you to my room," he was about to grab her hand when I grabbed his.
I turned to face the woman and gave her a death glare, "Leave."
"What," She flicked her gaze on Alex who looked as taken aback as her. I was overly tempted to pluck her eyes out for looking at him.
"Eyes here. I am his wife and the lady of this house. And I want you gone. Leave," I gritted out. Completely forgotten that I was going to leave this house tonight.
"Only in the paper. And I am the owner of this house," he hissed in my face in a warning tone and then looked at the woman. "Go to my room, Selena," he told her in a stern tone. He was annoyed not by her but by me. I could feel his temper rising, but it was nowhere near mine.
My heart shattered in million pieces when he said that. A drop of tear rolled down my cheek as I saw the woman taking the stairs from my peripheral view. My eyes were fixed on Alex who had his jaw set and eyes glaring fire.