13. Lars

13

LARS

I rev my engine, the powerful rumble echoing through the streets as I pursue Alice. She sprints recklessly, her desperation fueling her steps. But it's useless—she can't outrun me or escape my grasp.

As she darts across the road, cars honk and screech to a halt. I curse under my breath, my heart pounding with a twisted thrill at the idea of playing chase with her across this shitty town. When she finally ducks into the town library, I pull up sharply, killing the engine.

Dismounting the bike smoothly, I stride toward the entrance, my boots striking the pavement purposefully. The scent of old books and dust hits me as I push through the doors, scanning the rows of shelves for any sign of her.

There—a flash of movement near the back. I smirk, prowling forward with a predatory gait. She's only delaying the inevitable, foolishly believing she can hide from me.

Rounding the corner, I find her crouched behind a towering bookcase, her chest heaving with panicked breaths. Our eyes lock, and I savor the fear flickering in her green eyes—fear laced with an unmistakable spark of desire.

"Did you really think you could run from me, princess?" I purr, closing the distance between us. "You can't run or hide from me, princess. Not now, not ever." Her pulse flutters in her neck, a betraying rhythm that reveals her true excitement.

"I wasn't hiding," she retorts, but her voice trembles, giving away her lie. "And I wasn't?—"

"You can't deny what this is between us, not after you came so fucking beautifully on my cock while I fucked you last night over my motorcycle." I inch forward, caging her against the shelves, my arms braced on either side, trapping her in place.

"Okay, fine," she bites back. "We had a hot night of sex. But that doesn't mean?—"

"It means you crave what I can give you," I interrupt, lowering my voice to a husky murmur. "The thrill excites you, doesn't it?"

She opens her mouth to respond, but I lean in, my lips a hairsbreadth from hers, and she falls silent. "Say it," I command softly. "Admit that you want more."

Her eyes search mine, the struggle within her evident. "I..." Her breath catches as I graze her neck with my lips, remembering how sensitive it is. "I want more," she whispers.

"Good girl." I draw back, a satisfied smirk tugging at my lips. "Now, are you going to keep running? Or are you ready to accept that we're meant for each other?"

Alice straightens against the bookshelves, her hands balling into fists at her sides as she snaps out of her haze of desire. "I'll never accept that. You can't just waltz into my work and make me lose my job, chase me down, and then expect me to fall into your arms! I may want you on a physical level, but that doesn't mean I'll ever accept we're meant for each other."

I lean in again and drag my lips across her collarbone. "Try as you might, my binds you'll never break, princess."

Alice's eyes narrow, and she makes a desperate attempt to shove past me, but I tighten my hold, keeping her caged against the bookcase.

"You're a fucking psycho," she growls, her voice vibrating with fury. "Let me go, or I swear I'll?—"

"You'll what, princess?" I inhale the scent of vanilla and ginger from her hair, remembering how it tumbled over her shoulders as she moaned and writhed against me. "You'll call the cops? Tell them what, exactly? That you couldn't get enough of my pierced cock inside deep you?"

Her cheeks flush, and she bites her lip, her anger warring with the memories I know are flooding her mind. I smirk, savoring the taste of victory.

"You're disgusting," she spits, though her words lack conviction.

"Disgusting?" I chuckle, my gaze dropping to her lips. "You didn't think so the other night when you were screaming my name, begging me to fuck you harder. When you came so beautifully, sprawled over my motorcycle as if you were made for it."

I see her throat bob as she swallows, her eyes flicking away from mine. "Let. Me. Go," she grits out between clenched teeth.

"Never," I murmur, my voice a low, dangerous promise. "You're mine. You can't deny it. Not after last night. And I won't let anyone get in the way of what we have."

"We don't have anything. What we did was a one-time thing. A mistake. It won't happen again."

But even as she speaks, I see the pulse at her neck fluttering wildly, giving her away. She wants me still, and I intend to claim her repeatedly until she surrenders fully.

"You can't resist me, princess," I purr, lips hovering perilously close to hers. "Admit it."

Her nostrils flare, and she presses her lips together, refusing to give me the satisfaction of her surrender. I chuckle, nuzzling her neck, breathing in the scent of her skin, and letting my lips brush against the sensitive spot below her ear.

"Lars, please," she whimpers, her body softening against mine.

"You want me to take you here, princess?" I breathe, my voice thick with desire. "Right now, against these bookshelves? I'd be happy to oblige." Leaning in, I kiss her, claiming her mouth.

At first, she tries to resist, but it's half-hearted at best. The passion ignites between us as our tongues dance and duel, tasting and tormenting. My hands slide up her thighs, lifting her against the stacks of books, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively.

I graze her pulse point with my teeth, feeling the erratic beat of her heart.

Her head drops back as she surrenders to the pleasure, and she grinds against my straining erection. She's desperate and wild, which fuels my burning need for her.

The fire between us builds with each stroke of our tongues and each press of our bodies. My hands explore, mapping every curve, memorizing her soft skin while she arches against me, demanding more.

Alice's breath comes in short gasps as her body bows against mine, her movements becoming more urgent. Her moans vibrate through me, sending shocks of pleasure through my veins, and I know I won't be able to hold back much longer.

Our kisses grow wilder and hungrier, fueled by the public nature of our location. Her soft breasts press against my chest, her hard nipples rubbing deliciously through our clothes. I want to tear them off, take her right here, claim what's rightfully mine.

The feel of her grinding against me stirs my darkest desires, and I know she can sense the steely length of my cock, throbbing with anticipation. My hands find her ass, squeezing the plump flesh, pulling her tighter against me as she writhes and bucks against my dick.

"Hey! You two! This is a library, not a brothel!"

The shrill voice cuts through the haze of desire like a bucket of ice water. I see the stern librarian glaring at us, hands planted firmly on her hips. Alice freezes against me, her chest heaving with ragged breaths.

"If you're not here to study or read, you must leave. Immediately." The librarian's tone brooks no argument.

Cursing under my breath, I reluctantly release Alice from my embrace and set her back on her feet. She sways slightly, her eyes glazed over, lips swollen from our heated kisses.

She seems to snap back to reality in that split second of disorientation. Her gaze meets mine, a flicker of defiance igniting within their depths. Before I can react, she darts away, slipping through the stacks and out of my reach.

"Alice!" I growl, my voice a rough demand.

But she's already gone, disappearing into the rows of books. Fury simmers beneath my skin as I whirl to face the disapproving librarian.

"You'll regret that," I snarl, jabbing a finger toward her.

She simply raises an eyebrow. "I believe you're the one who should be regretting such inappropriate behavior. Now, leave before I call the police."

Grinding my teeth, I shoot her one last venomous glare before turning on my heel and stalking toward the exit. I burst through the doors, the bright sunlight stinging my eyes after the dimness of the library.

Scanning the street, I curse when I see no sign of Alice. That little minx can't have gone far—not on foot. Pivoting, I stalk back toward my bike, determination thrumming through my veins. She can run, but she can't hide from me forever.

I'll find her. I'll track her down to the ends of the earth if I must. And when I do...

A grin stretches across my face as I swing a leg over my motorcycle. She's only delaying the inevitable.

Turning over the engine, it roars to life. Twisting the throttle, I peel out onto the street, intent on hunting down my elusive prey.

I'll scour every inch of this town if I have to. She can't escape me—no one can.