Chapter Eleven

I could feel my palms becoming sweaty. The way I could sense Mike's eyes on me made my spine want to shudder and snap.

I clench Anti's hand harder. He walks faster.

I have no clue where Anti is taking me, but I have a feeling it's off campus where he can whoop this creep's ass.

Anti's hand is growing hot. I'm thrown off by it, confused as to how that's possible when it feels like he's ready to sear my hand off.

Turning around, I immediately regret it.

Behind the man following me, is three more men. All with malicious intent.

What did Mike do recently to piss them off?

"It's better if you don't turn around..."

Anti's teeth grind together as he speaks. I almost feel bad for what Mike is about to endure, but a part of me feels as if it's for the best.

"I just hope they're careful..." I whisper.

. . .

Entering the dorm room again, I immediately fall down on my bed. Mere seconds later, Anti follows, his head facing mine. I stare into his eyes.

Strange, beautiful, different eyes...

Mesmerizing...

His face leans closer to mine, one of his hands sliding up the back of my shirt. I feel my bra become loose as he unclasps it. He flips me over so my back is against his chest. He pulls of his shirt, and then my own along with my bra.

Both hands wrap around me, placing themselves on my breasts. Squeezing and kneading, he massages my breasts. Anti's face began to relax against my neck and my own body does too. It appears that it helps him in a way that feels good to me.

His hands play with my chest, jiggling them like a kid would a pair of keys. A few moments into it, his mouth is kissing along my neck and shoulders.

As his teeth digs into the side, sucking and biting my skin, he throws the covers over both our bodies.

Then Mark comes in.

I freeze, even though Anti's hands keep going at my breasts.

"We're done. And so is he," Mark states. "That's..." his eyes wonder over to me. They scan what little body is shown from on top of the covers. I can't help but look away from his face as heat comes on my face. He clears his throat. "That's all I had to say. We'll be in the other dorm if you need us..." Silent steps are heard in the hall after the door clicks.

Anti's mouth goes back to my neck, leaving his mark. One of his hands slowly slides down, rubbing me through my pants.

Although I was hardly in the mood for this kind of fun, Anti sure knew what to do to get me going.

As his one hand slides my pants and underwear off, his other forces me over, leaving him on top of me.

Unlike yesterday, when his lips lock with mine, they're much softer and relaxed. More cautious and endearing.

My arms lace around his neck, pulling him closer. He presses his body against my naked one. Through his jeans, his bulge is rubbing against me.

Tired of the denim against my thighs, I unbutton his pants, sliding them and his underwear off in one sweep. His gloriously sexy, naked body lies flush against mine.

Covers over top of us, both of us begin to sweat a lot quicker. However, that doesn't stop Anti from continuing to kiss me and touch my body in pleasuring ways.

His warm skin burned against my breasts and thighs, leaving my special area extremely warm.

Hovering over me, Anti slips his hand under my back, I wrap my legs around his waist as his hands grope my ass. He leans down for another heated kiss before pulling up, lining himself, and then shoving his throbbing cock into me.

My head immediately throws back, sounds erupting from my throat. Anti's hands have a hold of me by my ass and upper thighs, shoving himself in and out of me.

Gaining a rhythm, he bends down, nipping at the base of my throat.

"Anti~" I moan, his hands kneading my breasts again.

"(Y/n)," Anti replies, in that sexy, hoarse voice of his.

Another moan releases from my mouth, causing Anti to smirk as he releases, myself following.

We collapse onto the bed, his lips on mine once again, carefully making out with me.

. . .

"Avogradro's number. What is it? Well..." I tune out the lecture of my professor. My eyes begin to grow heavy and I feel my head slowly rolling off to the side and landing on Dark's shoulder.

"As you can see, when applied into real-life..."

I fade in and out, clearly exhausted.

"(Y/n)!"

I sit stick straight.

"Give me the number."

I raise an eyebrow. "What number?" I ask my professor.

"Avogradro's."

"Oh...umm. Six point two thirty-three times ten to the twenty-fourth?" I say in a questioning tone.

He sighs. "Six point zero twenty-two times ten to the twenty-third. Please pay attention."

As I try to pay attention, I can't concentrate, my mind still stuck on what could've happened to that creep.

Ugh, the things on my mind right now...it's like I can't shut it up.

Thin fingers run across the length of my arm in a soothing manner. I look over to see Dark placing his hand on my arm, his fingers running back and forth.

I sigh, leaning back and closing my eyes again.