I shift slightly, rubbing my thighs together.
He purses his lips for a moment and then slides his tongue along his bottom lip to flick against one of his lip studs.
“Mm,” Chas starts, studying me as I stare up at him. He mutters several things in Korean and then looks straight at me. “Fuck it.”
He steps forward and gathers me into his arms, dropping his mouth not to my mine, but to my neck. His lips brush over my pulse point, his tongue flicking out to taste the faint saltiness of my skin. My own hands betray me, mimicking my rebellious heart as they fist in the front of Chasm’s blazer, drawing him closer to me, encouraging him to be the bad guy, just the way he asked me to.
My dark knight.
Parrish’s dark knight.
Even if he has to do awful things to keep his title.
Chasm licks and kisses the side of my neck, his own sounds of pleasure mimicking mine. If he’s that excited just by touching me, then what will he be like once I touch him?
My hands undo the button on Chas’ blazer, fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt next. He lets out a deep, almost agonized-sounding groan as I finally break through his clothing, pressing my fingertips to his taut belly and then dragging them up to his chest.
He drops his own hands down to his slacks, undoing them with frantic efficiency before he reaches into his pocket and withdraws the item from his locker.
It’s a condom.
A fucking condom.
Just like the handful he gave to me and Parrish that day. Parrish. Even as that traitorous little piece of my heart dances with joy at finally being able to explore my feelings for Chasm, the rest of me breaks and shatters.
I come apart that day; I transform into a different person.
I’m not sure that it’s a person that I’ll ever truly be able to like.
I’m a cheater. I’m cheating on Parrish. I’m betraying Parrish.
But I’m doing it to save his life.
Chasm opens the condom wrapper and carefully rolls the lubed latex down his shaft while I watch, panting and shaking, my hands still on his chest. He does it easily, like this is something he’s done before. But then he looks up at me and meets my eyes with a stare so powerful that it nearly staggers me.
“You were right,” he says, his voice husky and dark, so different than I’ve ever heard it before.
“Right?” I reply, my own voice strange and rasping. “About what?”
“About me. I’ve … I’m a virgin.” Chasm just stares at me as I blink back at him in disbelief.
“The way you kiss, the way you …” I trail off and gesture down at his cock. He’s holding it in his right hand, the condom slicking his fingers as he squeezes just a bit and then lets out a ragged exhale.
Without another word, Chasm slides his hands up and under the pleats of my skirt, his fingers curling around the waistband of my panties. He yanks them down, and I help him, watching as he squats and pulls them off one foot and then the other.
He stands back up and then reaches around me, grabbing me by the ass and hefting me up with a surprising amount of strength. My legs go around him as he presses the combined weight of our bodies into the column. Our mouths clash as I wind my arms around his neck, holding him close and gasping against his lips as he reaches between us with his right hand.
Chasm guides himself to that aching wet heat between my thighs, and I have a sudden, horrible flickering memory of Parrish in this exact same position. Without warning, Chasm thrusts forward, pushing himself inside of me so deeply that I forget how to breathe for a minute.
All I can do is cling there, cling to him, my hands grasping at the back of his blazer, his hair. My broken fingers ache, but not as much as that sore spot between my thighs. It’s brand-new all over again, and I’m free-falling. I’m so full of emotions that I don’t know what to do with any of them.
Part of me wants to cry, part of me wants to laugh. The rest of me gives into that brimming heat, into the tension that’s been stretching tighter and tighter with each passing day. Chasm adjusts his hands so that he has a firm, hard grip on my ass, and then he starts to move, slamming our pelvises into the column.
He’s so warm, pressed up against me like that. I squeeze him even harder, nuzzling my face against the side of his neck and making him moan. He turns his head slightly, putting his lips near my hair, and he says such wonderful, sweet-sounding things in Korean.
