Sexual Tension Explodes

Emma’s POV

Killian Thomas thought he had won.

I saw it in the way he looked at me—like he had figured out the secret to not letting me get under his skin. Like he was immune to me.

I hated it.

For years, I had dictated the social landscape of Westbridge. I knew how to make people crumble, how to get inside their heads, how to control every situation to my advantage.

But Killian? He was the first person I couldn’t manipulate.

And that made him irresistible.

Not that I’d ever say it out loud.

But the more he fought back, the more I wanted to push him. To see how far I could take it before he finally snapped.

So when I spotted him leaving class alone, I followed.

I didn’t call his name. I didn’t announce my presence. I just walked, letting my heels click against the tiled floor until he finally turned.

His expression was flat, unimpressed. “Are you seriously following me?”

I stopped a few steps away, tilting my head. “What, can’t handle a little attention, prince?”

He exhaled sharply. “What do you want, Emma?”

I should have let it go. Should have laughed it off, made some flippant remark, and walked away.

Instead, I stepped closer.

“I just find it fascinating,” I murmured, watching his jaw tighten, “how hard you try to act like you don’t care. But I think you do care, Killian. More than you want to admit.”

His fingers curled into fists.

And then, something in his expression shifted.

Like a thread snapping.

Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the nearest empty classroom.

Killian’s POV

I didn’t think.

I didn’t hesitate.

One second, she was taunting me, pushing me too far. The next, I had her against the wall, the door clicking shut behind us.

Emma inhaled sharply, her eyes widening for the briefest moment. But there was no fear—only anticipation.

She wanted this.

And maybe, deep down, I had wanted it, too.

“You think I care?” My voice was low, edged with something dangerous. “You think I give a damn about your games?”

She smirked, even as her breathing quickened. “I think you care a lot.”

God, she was infuriating.

I should have walked away. Should have let her win whatever twisted little battle this was.

But then she licked her lips, and that was it.

I crushed my mouth against hers.

The moment our lips met, everything exploded.

She wasn’t soft or hesitant. She kissed me like she wanted to consume me, her hands tangling in my hair, nails scraping against my scalp.

I pressed her harder against the wall, my hands roaming down her body, claiming every inch like I had every right to.

I didn’t think about the consequences. I didn’t care about right or wrong.

All I knew was that this was inevitable.

And it was only the beginning.