Chapter Thirty-One

Lucianne pressed onto the piano key again, but it remained rigid. It sure as hell did not seem like a piano key, only one designed to look like it. What was its true purpose? She thought for a while, but gave up in the end. Her stomach growling and with Gabriel still nowhere in sight, she prepared for the day and left her tower.

It was the weekend and students were allowed to roam the school freely or head to the town nearby to do whatever they wanted, but as she walked through Ravenspire, she found herself mostly alone. Well, it was not long ago that there was another case so it was understandable why the students decided to keep to their dormitories.

Not to mention the case involved her. She was certain she let a feral prisoner out from some trapdoor in the middle of the library, and now she was unsure where this person was. She needed to find them, and ask them all the burning questions she had. Also, what weapon had caused such a gash on her forearm? She saw no such weapon when the lights returned that night, but it must be somewhere in that library.

So when night fell, Lucianne headed for the library, intent on finding out what weapon had harmed her. When she stepped inside, she found herself in yet another situation similar to that fateful night. There was a thunderstorm raging outside, and nobody other than her was inside the library.

The first place she went to was the aisle with the trapdoor. When she stopped at the end of it, she saw no books on the ground above that spot. Instead, there were metal chains attached to it, fastening the area shut and away from prying students. She tugged on the chains, trying to get through, but they were robust.

Leaving the area, she walked around the rest of the library, scouring the area for any sharp objects that may have hurt her. There were placards on the sides of each shelf telling students what kind of books were in each aisle, and if they were swung hard enough at her - no. That couldn't be it. It didn't make any sense. How could something so blunt cause such a deep gash? Besides, the placards were drilled into the shelves, and -

"You seem to have a death wish."

Lucianne jumped a little, then turned to the source of the voice. It was Gabriel, looking at her with amused wonder in his eyes.

"What? The library is for students," she said, strolling over into one aisle and picking a book from the shelf. Gabriel stood at the end of the aisle, his hands in his pockets.

"Your wound isn't even fully healed yet," he said.


"I can hardly feel it anymore," she said, flipping the book open and leafing through the pages. She closed it, returning it to the shelf. "Why are you here, Gabriel?"

"I was caught up in work till late evening. When I went to your tower, you weren't there. I figured you came here."

"You know me well."

"Better than you know yourself, Lucianne," he said, walking over to her. She backed up to the shelf behind her and he narrowed into her, putting either hand on either side of her on the bookshelf. "I can't have you dying so soon."

"Why? What do you want from me?" Lucianne asked him, licking her lips as she relished the warmth from his body that enveloped the front of her body.

"I want all of your days for the rest of your life," he said, his hand cupping her chin.

"Take them," she said and put one finger on the button of his pants. "Fuck me, Mr. Blacken."

Gabriel traced the tip of his nose across the side of her cheek, breathing her in. Desire rippled through her body, and she took a sharp intake of air, her back arching off the shelf.

Gabriel's hand lowered to her ass and yanked it up towards him. She positioned her back on the edge of the shelf behind her and lifted both her legs up, pushing them against the shelf behind Gabriel. He hiked up her skirt to her waist, pulling her pantyhose down to her thighs. Pushing her panties aside, he inserted one finger into her folds and a moan escaped her lips.

"You've missed many of my classes, student," he said to her, half-smiling.

"I'm so sorry, professor."

"That means your grades are slipping."

"What am I going to do to get them back up? I need to pass," she purred. "So, so badly, professor."

He huffed once, flicking the tip of his finger against her clit. Her body jerked in pleasure, her thighs clenching on his hips. "There is one thing you can do."

"What?" Lucianne breathed out.

"You can take my cock all night until I split your body in half," Gabriel said. "Can you do that?"

"I don't want to…"

"Then I fear you might have to retake the module."

"I guess I have no choice then," she said, the corner of her lips lifting. "Will you treat me well?"

"Not a chance of that happening," Gabriel said before he thrust deep into her. She gasped aloud as he rocked his body into her at a slow, steady pace that increased along with the arousal in their bodies.

"Faster!" Lucianne panted.

Gabriel pounded into her at a blinding pace, the books on the shelf falling to the ground on either side of them. Her pussy clenched hard onto his cock as he thrust in and out of her, their breaths spent in the air which was thick with their pleasure.

Pushing his body against her body, her feet left the shelf behind him and wrapped around his back. He thrust up into her pussy repeatedly, her hands grabbing on the rack behind her as she cried out with each thrust. Spasms spread through their bodies as they neared the climax together, until the orgasm finally exploded. He slowed down, before he sped up again, and a second orgasm pierced its way across her body.

"Fuck, Gabriel," Lucianne exhaled, her forehead resting against his shoulder.

"You don't suppose that made up for the missed classes, do you?"

She looked into his eyes. "Well…"

"You missed several."

She grinned. "Looks like I'll have to make up for all those times then."