Chapter 6

The clinking of crystal and the low, sophisticated hum of the library’s elite crowd faded into a dull background noise, a blur of tuxedos and silk dresses that felt worlds away from the primal hunger coiling in my gut. I had slipped away from the main hall, my heels clicking a frantic rhythm against the hardwood floor as I navigated the labyrinth of bookshelves until I found the heavy oak door to the private study. I didn’t knock. I just pushed it open, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird, and stepped inside. He was already there, leaning against the massive mahogany desk, a glass of scotch in one hand, watching me with those dark, predatory eyes that always made my knees weak. The door clicked shut behind me, sealing us in a world of leather, old paper, and his cologne—sandalwood and musk. It was a scent that instantly triggered a biological response in my body, my cunt throbbing with a wet, heavy ache that had been building for hours. "Come here, baby girl," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards and straight into my spine. I didn't hesitate. I