CAGED BY DESIRE

Kyra's POV

The bell rang!

After the long day at college I began packing my notes into my bag pack. I didn't want to go home. God knows I didn't–but I had to if I didn't want my stepmother to punish me severely.She has given me a specific time to get home and I must not exceed the time. Even If I got one minute late, she wouldn't spare me. The last time I missed her deadline. She made me go without dinner and scrub the entire house until my arms ached.

We had closed a little late today so I was in a hurry to leave. My only thought was to get home before the clock betrayed me.

“Where are you rushing to? Won't you wait for me?”Tina asked. She was my seatmate, one of the few people who treated me nicely. If I ever missed a class she would help me copy my notes without complaint. Usually we walked home together, but I won't be able to wait for her today as she wasn't ready.

“I'm sorry Tina, I won't be able to wait for you today. I have a lot of things to do at home…..I want to visit one of my friends before it gets late.”

A lie.

Her eyes narrowed slightly. Tina knew me too well. She knew I didn't have other friends. I guess she already knew it was because of my stepmother. I had never told her directly but Bella, my stepsister, had already made sure everyone knew my place in that house. She liked to announce to the world that I was there to serve her.

“Hmm…. Alright, take care of yourself. So sorry I can't walk with you. The lecturer has asked me to finish up some work. I will make it up to you tomorrow”,

“No problem. You take care too.”

I slung my back pack over my shoulder and hurried out. Bella was still flirting with the boys at the back of the lecture hall. She'd tell her mother that she was taking extra lessons, and I would keep my mouth shut. Exposing her was a death wish, her lies were always believed over my truth.

The afternoon sun was still bright but as I crossed the campus courtyard,I felt the air shift.

Still rushing, I ran into a man. I almost lost my balance, but before I could fall, his strong hands caught me. The air around me suddenly went cool. We simply stared into each other's eyes for a while. The world around us seemed to fade. His eyes were sharp, emotionless, yet somehow impossible to look away from. After a while he pulled me up–and then it happened.

My lips brushed against his.

It was so light, so quick, yet it felt like everything stopped. The voice in the courtyard, the heat of the sun, even the air around me gone. All I could feel was that touch.

I jerked back, shocked. Did that just happen?

“You pervert! How dare you!” I hit him hard on the face, he didn't flinch. He didn't even blink. He just stood there looking at me with that same unreadable expression.

“Hey, how dare you hit our boss?” The two guards by his side stepped forward, as if to strike me.

But the man raised his hand, stopping them without saying a word.

“You fools! Are you blind? Didn't you see what your boss just did? He tried to force himself on me!” I snapped

A laugh cut through my words.

I turned to see a woman standing beside him, her arms folded, her expression dripping with amusement. She was beautiful, confident and seemed far too comfortable in his space. I didn't know if she was his assistant, girlfriend or something else entirely, but they were close, that was much clear

“Force himself on you? She said, her eyes raking over me from head to toe. “ Do you have any idea how many women would kill for a moment with Ethan Cole? And you think he'd choose you?”

Those words stung more than I wanted to admit. She kept going almost like she enjoyed taunting people.

And then without meaning to, my gaze drifted back to him.

He was tall–well over six feet,the kind of height that makes people notice him the moment he walks in. He had broad shoulders and a posture that shows confidence and control. His dark hair was neatly styled, not a strand out of place.

His eyes are…. I don't know, kind of dangerous, deep and somehow warm all at once. They were the kind of eyes that could measure a person's worth in seconds. He wore an expensive black suit that fits him perfectly–the kind you could tell costs more than people monthly rent. A silver wrist watch sat on his wrist, simple but clearly expensive. One hand in his pocket and his shoes…. I could almost see my reflection in them.

I was staring, and I knew it.

“Hey, what are you looking at?” the woman's voice snapped me out of it.

“Kneel down and apologize” she demanded, as if she were the one I'd slapped.

I didn't even bother to answer.

I looked around to see if no one was watching because if the news got to Bella I'd be in big trouble. Luckily for me no one was out yet.

Suddenly I remembered my stepmother, and my heart stopped for a second.

Without another word I turned to leave quickly.

“Hey! You, come back here!” the woman shouted behind me, but I didn't turn back. I kept walking as fast as my leg could carry me.

Back at college, Bella was pressed against the wall of the men’s washroom, her skirt hiked up around her waist.

Ryan’s hands were full of her breasts, kneading them hard, his thumbs rolling over her nipples until they ached with sensitivity. Every squeeze drew a muffled moan from her throat. He leaned down and kissed her hungrily, forcing her lips apart, his tongue plunging into her mouth as he groaned against her.

Henry lowered his mouth to her chest, sucking her nipples one after the other. His teeth grazed her sensitive skin, and his tongue swirled in circles, leaving her gasping. Her back arched, pressing her breasts deeper into his mouth.

Alex’s hand had already slipped between her thighs. He pushed aside her damp panties and slid two fingers into her tight heat, curling them inside her. Bella shuddered violently, clutching Ryan’s shirt as her hips bucked uncontrollably against Alex’s thrusting fingers.

“God, she’s so wet,” Alex muttered, his voice thick with lust as he fingered her faster.

Her muffled whimper echoed in the small tiled room. She bit her palm to keep from crying out, but the pleasure was overwhelming. Her legs trembled as Henry sucked harder on her nipple, pulling it into his mouth, while Ryan’s lips moved along her neck, biting and kissing until her skin burned.

Alex pushed deeper, scissoring his fingers inside her, and Bella nearly collapsed, her thighs squeezing tight around his hand. Ryan held her up, one hand gripping her waist, the other sliding under her skirt to feel her shaking hips.

Her breath came in short, desperate gasps. Three sets of hands and mouths were on her at once–Ryan’s rough grip, Henry’s sucking lips, Alex’s relentless fingers. Her body convulsed against them, caught in a storm of pleasure she couldn’t fight.

When Alex curved his fingers just right, she let out a strangled cry, unable to hold back any longer. Her walls clenched tightly around his hand as waves of ecstasy tore through her.

She buried her face in Ryan’s chest, her muffled moans hot against his shirt as her whole body quivered in climax.

But the three of them weren’t done