Page 48 of Chaos
Serena
I walk through the mostly empty halls- most people are already in their next class. It’s the last period of the day, math with Mr. Labeau. My feet are dragging under me, not wanting to go. I have felt like this all day. School seems so inconsequential in comparison to everything else going on.
My mind has been on a loop, replaying every piece of information I have, which isn’t a whole lot, attempting to figure out who this stalker is. The only people that make sense to me are Zane, Ryker, and Axel. As much as I would love to say it couldn’t possibly be them- I mean, I am half their age- but after they cornered me in that room and the way they touched me, it makes sense.
So lost in my thoughts, I don’t notice someone behind me until a hand wraps around my mouth, silencing the scream I let loose. A muscular arm wraps around my midsection, pulling me back into a warm body. I start to trash in their arms, panic overtaking me.He has me. I need to get away.I tried screaming again, hoping someone, anyone would hear me.
My vision starts to tunnel, and my body doesn’t feel like my own anymore. I try to fight, but nothing works. Great time to learn that I have the worst survival instincts in the world. This is where I am going to be kidnapped and probably killed, and I did nothing.
I hear a door open behind us, and I am dragged into a dark room. The door shuts, secluding us from everyone else.
“Are you scared, princess?” A deep masculine voice whispers into my ear. “Does that turn you on?”
My body instantly relaxes as I register the voice. Odin.
I turn in his arms, facing him in the dark. I can’t see him, but I can feel the cocky smile on his lips. Odin reaches up, pulling on a string that turns the single bulb screwed in on. The dark room illuminates, showing me we are in a supply closet.
I take in my surroundings. The closet is small, with little room for us to move around. The walls are lined with shelving, housing different cleaning supplies. But what takes up my attention is the six-foot-three monster of a man in front of me who is grinning like he won the lottery.
I slap my hand against his chiseled chest, my face full of mock rage. “Odin, you asshole. Why would you scare me like that?”
“I needed some alone time with my girl, and this seemed like the best way to do it.” His eyes roam up and down my body, and a smirk plays on his lips. “We do need to work on your reactions.”
“Maybe you don’t kidnap me again on my way to class.” I raise an eyebrow at him, making him laugh menacingly at me.
“Where is the fun in that?” He takes a step towards me, forcing me to take a step back.
He keeps stepping towards me until my back is against the door. I lazily reach for the doorknob. Odin’s eyes lock in on my hand, and he strikes out and stops me from opening it. Another menacing laugh fills the space as Odin presses his hard body against mine.
He leans down, swiping his tongue up my neck, sending shivers racing down my spine. A pure, sexy, manly groan builds in his throat as his lips descend on mine. He grabs my other hand, shoving it above my head, leaving me fully pinned and at his mercy.
“You have no idea how long I have wanted to do this, princess. To have you anytime, anywhere.” He whispers into my ear. His voice is dripping with sex.
Odin pushes my other hand above my head and grabs both with one of his big hands, while the other glides down my neck. My collarbone. Between my breasts. Across my stomach and finally landing on my hip. He grips me with such a fiery, demanding intensity as if he needs me more than his next breath.
His lips are back on mine. Nothing about this is sweet and gentle. Not like the last few times he has kissed me. No. This time there is a hunger in him. An insatiable desire burns in me. I have never felt like this before, but I just want to rip off his clothes and fuck him in this dingy supply closet.
Odin’s hand trails from my hip to my thigh. Hitching it up so it wraps it around his waist, grinding his growing erection into my core. I moan against his lips, encouraging him to keep going. A hungry, possessive growl erupts from him as he grinds harder into me. I wrap my other leg around his waist, needing more of him.
A sharp thud hits the other side of the door, jolting Odin away from me. I stare up at him as we both wonder what that was.
“Mr. Skylar. Ms. Gold, I suggest the two of you come out this moment before I give you both detention for a month.” Mr. Labeau screams through the door.
I try to extract myself from Odin’s grip, but he only tightens it. I can see the anger brewing in him, but what it is about, I am unsure. I place my hand on his cheek, forcing him to look down at me instead of staring daggers at the door.
His face softens, and slowly his grip of my body loosens enough for me to get down. I brush my fingers through my hair, hoping to tame it so it doesn’t look like we were just about to fuck in a supply closet, and straighten my clothes. Odin, on the other hand, doesn’t do any of that. Clearly unashamed of what was happening in here.
Odin wraps a possessive arm around my waist, holding me close to his side before opening the door. A furious Mr. Labeau is standing outside the door. His arms crossed over his chest. His right foot tapping on the floor as if we are taking too long. Anger lines his normally handsome face, but it doesn’t seem like the anger a teacher would carry from catching students messing around. There is something more to the look on his face. Something… dark and dangerous.
A chill runs down my spine as his attention turns from Odin to me. If I thought he looked mad before, it was ten times worse now. If looks could kill, I would be dead right now.
“Ms. Gold. I expected better from you.” Mr. Labeau’s words hung in the air between us.
Why would he expect better from me? We barely know each other. Sure, we have had a few conversations outside of school before, but that doesn’t mean anything. It was politeness that brought on those talks, nothing more.
“I’m sorry…” I start.
“Fuck that. What the fuck do you think you are doing?” Odin talks over me, glaring at the teacher in front of us. “Spying on your students, Mr. Labeau? Do you get off on that shit? I bet you do, you pervert.”
