Chapter 17: Chapter 17

Margaret’s POV

I swallowed heavily, as Raymond's hand began spreading across the back of my neck was soothing. His palm was warm; his fingers were long enough to wrap almost to my windpipe. The reasonable part of my brain finally found something meaningful to ask.

“Isn’t this risky? I mean, this is a library anybody can come here. What about the warders?” He shook his head.

“Most people aren’t allowed down here at all. And I can assure you, no warden would come here or allow anyone come here. I won’t put you in that kind of situation, trust me”

“You seem to know your way through here and with the people too. Do you do this a lot?” a moment of icy silence passed between us. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting his answer to be or why I asked the question but right now, I really don’t want to know.

“As a matter of facts, this is the first time I’m bring anyone to a library and you of all people should know I haven’t fucked another person since I started fucking you” okay, now I felt guilty but I willed myself to mask it. This was the time to feel anything but guilt and regrets.

I reached up and pulled his face close to mine. “I know.”

He laughed into a kiss. We were invisible from across the room, thanks to the books surrounding us, but if anyone walked down to our dark little corner, we’d be exposed. Something inside me began to ache in that heavy, sweet way that caused my spine to arch and my heart to pound wildly. Williams stepped forward and bent to kiss me, starting with the corner of my mouth, humming at the contact and smiling.

“I’m following your rules, I would take you to all the heights of pleasure but let me know, if there is an actual style you’d like to travel in. I’m sure I will compromise for your sake” It took so little from him to make me feel like I was no longer solid. Nobody had effortlessly made me swoon. I was floating

“Okay.” He gave me a smile that made me fear for a beat that I’d handed a slice of my soul to the devil. But then he kissed my jaw, whispering

“Now that that’s settled . . .” He turned me to face the stacks. Reaching around me, he opened the book, flipping to a specific passage, and then moved my hand to hold it open. With him pressed behind me and a shelf in front, I felt completely hidden, like I was buried in this hulking man. Or maybe sheltered.

“Read,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “Start there.”

He indicated with his fingertip that I begin at a paragraph partway into a chapter. I didn’t know what was happening, who was narrating. But I understood it didn’t matter.

Wetting my lips, I read, “‘it was in a club in New York when he first saw Belinda, they didn’t immediately went off together. While one was a newbie to the busy town the other decided to take solitude in shots. Kane was powerfully fascinated by the brownness of her skin, red hair, the abundance of her breasts, her slender waist. . . . ’ ” Williams hands ran up beneath my dress, over my hips, across my stomach, up to where he cupped my breasts.

“Fuck, you’re soft.” One of his hands smoothed down my side and between my legs, teasing at my wetness. It was work to focus on the plain English in front of me, but I kept reading. William moved his hands away, clearing my head for only a beat, because behind me, I could feel him shifting, could hear the click of his belt as he unlatched it. I barely processed the words as I said them, instead listening to the sounds of him behind me. Could I do this? This wasn’t a wild dance floor, with stroking lights and writhing bodies; this wasn’t an empty restaurant and his hand under the table. This was the most famous public library, full of rare volumes, marble flooring . . . literary history. Since entering the building we hadn’t even spoken at full volume. And we were going to have sex? It was one thing to imagine it, another to be standing here about to actually do it?

I was nervous. Hell, I was terrified. But I was also buzzing, every neuron firing, my blood pumping wildly in my veins. My words faltered as I read.

“Focus, birdie” I blinked down at the book, struggling to push my attention to the words on the page.

“‘Kane took another sip of his beer when he noticed her come in. she was gorgeous. Make no mistake, there was no shortage of beautiful women in that bar but from the moment he saw her, he felt as though his blood was on fire. She had the type of beauty that commanded you to look, to notice it and respect it. He didn’t know what it was, but it was mesmerizing. He found himself drawn to her immediately. He felt like his life was about to start’ ”

“Read that again,” he growled and then lifted my skirt. I wet my lips with my tongue, willing myself to not crumble from the intense pleasure that was spiraling over my body. When I found strength and just as I was about to speak, and without any warning, he slid right inside me, so wet was I that he hadn’t even really had to tease, stroke, or pet me. He just had to give me a book, the briefest teasing touches, and the sounds of him undressing. I groaned, wishing he could find a way to push all of him entirely inside me. I was convinced that being ripped in two by him would be the best pleasure I’d ever known.

“Quiet,” he reminded me, moving back and then into me slowly. He was so hard, so long. I remembered the sharp sting when he’d taken me roughly on all fours last week in front of the mirrors. I remembered how I dreaded and welcomed every brutal thrust. When he caught my face in my orgasm on a hundred different mirrors, he’d completely come undone. More than anything, seeing him like that had been the climax of my night. We were at the end of a darkened row, but I could hear the faint sounds of someone else a few stacks down. I bit my lip as Max slid his hand around my hip and between my legs, teasing my clit.

“Keep reading.” He said and yanked on the tail of my hair. I felt my eyes go wide. Was he serious? If I gave my throat permission to make any sound, I couldn’t be held responsible for what came out.

“I can’t,” I squeaked.

“Sure you can,” he said, as if he’d suggested I simply take a deep breath. His fingers swept across my clit again, teasing. “Or we can stop.” I threw him a dark look over my shoulder and ignored his silent laugh. I had no idea where I’d left off, or what was happening in the story other than Antonio ripping off Louise’s dress but leaving on some giant, heavy belt. I could barely find my breath, but I began reading again in a tight, stuttering cadence that seemed to make Williams crazy. His fingers dug into my hips and he swelled inside me.

“Please . . . ,” I begged.

“Christ,” he gasped. “Keep going.” Somehow, I strung the words together, and the passage grew heated and wild. So descriptive.

“At some point during the night, he felt the atmosphere changed. Perhaps it was because he finally kissed her and her taste was like Venus. Hot as fuck! She tasted like the wine she had for the night. If it was hot before, t got hotter when she say those words. ‘Make. Me. Moan. It.’ The second kiss wasn’t gentle or sensual like the first. It was rough like they were both animals. His mouth closed on her nipples and his fingers delved into her pussy” I stiffened and let out a guttural growl when I felt William act according to my words. “Her wetness was “honey.” The man sucked and tasted every single place on this woman’s body, probing into her and teasing until her legs began to shake but Kane wasn’t even started yet. He would start when he used his cock to widen her walls” I started to feel heavy with her want and mine. To my horror, I could feel my own wetness going down my thighs, sliding between us with the force of his movement. Williams shuddered behind me, losing both patience and rhythm. He seemed unable to move his hand from where it gripped my hip, and I suspected the other held his phone, taking pictures.

“Margaret. Fuck. Touch yourself.” I carefully pinned the book open with one forearm and reached between my legs, rubbing. I’d been so swollen, so heavy with the weight of my orgasm pressing down on me that I began to come within only a few seconds. The last of my words came out broken. When my muscles stopped trembling, he thrust hard into me a few more times and then stilled, stifling his groan with his mouth pressed to my neck. The room was completely silent, and I realized I had no sense of how loud we’d actually been. I’d whispered every word I read, I knew. But when I came, had I made some other loud noise? I lost myself so completely with him.

He pulled out of me, releasing a quiet grunt, and a whispered, “Be right back.”

I stood, hearing him disappearing behind me while I fixed my clothes. He returned, kissing the back of my neck. “Mmm. Lovely.”

I turned to face him.

I straightened my already straightened dress. He continued to watch me with a twinkle in his eye.

“That was insane. I feel bad that I didn’t get to see the end though.”

He laughed as he slid the book back onto the shelf. “I mean, we barely even started”

Stretching to kiss him, I added, “I want to do this always with you. I want to forget about my sick revenge plan on Raymond and…” I stopped catching myself but I was too late, I guess. Williams’s eyes were wider as he stared at me, waiting for me to finish my sentence.

“And what Margaret?”

“I don’t know. I’m not sure but I do know it has something to do with you” Something passed across his eyes, a tiny flicker of confusion before it cleared.

“I know right? Even I am confused most of the times.” He leaned forward and kissed me sweetly, his hand cupping my face. “Let’s go, shall we?” I nodded, a little dazed. Williams motioned for me to lead the way and we climbed the stairs, stepping back onto the main floor of the library. Nothing had changed: the sound of whispers and pages turning still filled the air and nobody even glanced in our direction. There was a thrill in what we had done, and the fact that nobody seemed the wiser. We were nearing the exit when Williams reached for my arm and pulled me into a darkened corner. “Just one more,” he said, right before he brought his lips to mine. It was soft and sweet and his lips lingered there, as if he didn’t want to be the one to pull away.

I swallowed when I met his eyes again.

“I have some things to take care of alright? I would see you soon. I would call you” I looked limply at my legs, a part of me aware of what he was talking about. Duty calls.

“How long would you be gone for?”

“Two weeks” he said not meeting my eyes. Oh fuck.

“Okay”

“I now it’s a long time and nothing is certain yet but could you wait for me?”

“Yes”

“By wait for me, I mean not to go to Raymond no matter what…” his eyes was fixed on mine.

“…no matter what” I said with a definite tone.

“Great” he said as he enveloped my lips in another kiss and then he was gone. I watched as he crossed the floor and headed out into the fading sunshine..

Oh fuck!