Page 81 of The Revenge You Seek

The entire place seems deserted as I scan the vast space. I recall seeing her here the other day, and I take a punt on the fact she might be on the same floor and head for the stairs.

I know I'm right because the moment I step on the third floor, I hear voices.

Deep male voices.

I move silently until I'm hidden behind a row of books and watch the three of them sitting around a table working.

They shouldn't be here this late. It should have been locked up hours ago, but then when you're the Kings of the college, I guess you can get away with anything.

I watch the three of them work, talk and joke together for the longest time as jealousy swirls around me like a hurricane waiting to touch down on land.

I'm still trying to convince myself that I should just leave when Letty stands, pushing her chair out behind her.

She lifts her arms over her head, stretching out her back and exposing a slither of golden skin between the waistband of her skin and her t-shirt.

Both Luca and Leon's eyes zero in on that bit of skin. Desire and naughty thoughts darkening their eyes.

You left her in his bed,a little voice pipes up in my head. If he's touched her, then it's all your fault.

I wanted to punish her and when I found we were in his room, I thought it was perfect. But my head was in the clouds, drunk on lust and her scent. Leaving her there with a ruined dress and drunk was probably the worst thing I could have done.

She speaks to them both briefly and when she takes a step away from the table, Luca rises too.

She shakes her head at him, and he immediately sits back down.

With a smile at both of them, she walks away from the table, past the aisle I'm hiding down and heads toward the very back of the library.

After a beat, I follow, watching her ass sway in her short denim skirt and her exposed legs all the way down to her red Chucks.

A smile curls at my lips as she turns down an aisle the farthest from the guys as possible. I couldn't have planned it better if I tried.

She comes to a stop in front of the books, her fingertip running over the spines as she searches for the one she came down here for.

Not finding it, she drops to the lower shelf, sticking her ass out in the process.

Her skirt is so short, I can see the curve of her ass.

Reaching down, I palm my quickly swelling dick.

She drops lower still and I make my move, walking up behind her but leaving an inch of space between our bodies.

She groans, clearly not finding what she came looking for and stands.

One of my hands wraps around her mouth, keeping her from screaming, and the other pins her body against mine.

"Nice try, Princess," I whisper. "But you can't outrun me."

Her body violently trembles against mine but I don't believe she's scared for a second. If she were, she wouldn't have set this up.

"Is this what you were hoping for by playing that little stunt?"

She shakes her head.

Liar.

"So you didn't tempt me to your dorm room and then leave the evidence lying around about where you'd be so I would come and find you?"

She tries to say something but fails due to the fact my hand is still clamped around her mouth.