Athena didn't know what to do at that moment. Her body refused to move. She just stayed glued in one place, her back pressed lightly against the door, her eyes locked straight on him.
Eryx's gaze pinned her down without mercy. His golden eyes, with that faint dot of red in the middle, looked unreal almost supernatural. They seemed to glow under the dim light of the classroom, and it was impossible to look away.
Her breath hitched as her eyes slowly trailed up to his hair. That striking red, wild and untamed, like it belonged to no one else but him. God… she wanted to run her fingers through it so badly that her hand actually itched. She had never felt such an urge before, never with anyone.
Athena swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. And just when she thought she could look away, his lips curved into a smirk, slow, deliberate and dangerous.
The moment he caught her staring, Eryx didn't shy away. He deepened his thrust into Adrianna, like he was putting on a show only for Athena. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, raw and shameless, and his hand on Adrianna's clit moved faster. Adrianna's moans grew louder, desperate, but all Athena could hear was the pounding of her own heart.
Heat pooled in her belly, sharp and needy, and before she realized it, her thighs pressed together tightly. She rubbed her legs against each other without meaning to, her core aching, dripping, throbbing. Her body was betraying her, responding to a man she had only just laid eyes on.
Eryx's breathing grew heavier as he moved faster, chasing his own climax, but his eyes never left Athena. Not once. That was what undid her most, that possessive, burning stare, she had never felt small under a person's watch before.
With one last deep thrust, his body shuddered. His head tilted back, exposing the sharp line of his throat as his Adam's apple shifted from the force of his groan. His release was raw and unrestrained, filling the room with the heavy sound of pleasure. Adrianna's scream of satisfaction followed, her body collapsing forward onto the desk, trembling.
Athena felt her knees weaken at the sight. Her toes curled inside her shoes, and her lips trembled as she bit down hard, holding back a sound she couldn't let slip. Her chest rose and fell quickly, her breathing ragged though she hadn't moved an inch.
Eryx's smirk returned, sharper this time. He straightened slowly, adjusting his stance like a predator proud of his display. Then his voice rolled out, low and flirtatious, carrying that wicked edge that made her stomach twist.
"You're free to come join," he said, his tone dripping with challenge, "I can make the thrusts even better for you."
Athena's eyes widened slightly, her breath catching at his boldness. For a fleeting second, just a second, her body almost moved, almost stepped forward. She almost complied. But her mind screamed no, and she forced herself to stand straighter instead.
Her lips curved in the faintest nonchalant smile, and her voice came out calm even though her body was burning. "No thank you."
He didn't look disappointed. In fact, he looked amused. His gaze traveled slowly down her body, stopping at her chest. His smirk deepened.
"Nice boobs," he said without hesitation, his tone playful but laced with something darker.
Athena's body heated instantly under his stare. Her skin prickled, her cheeks burned, and she hated how her nipples hardened against her bra just from the weight of his words. What the hell was happening to her? She wasn't supposed to feel this way.
She had a boyfriend. A man waiting at home, handsome, kind and everything a woman could ever dream for. Why was her body reacting like this to someone else? To a man she didn't even know, a man who clearly didn't care about anyone but himself. And yet… God, he was dangerous, especially with his killer look. Worse, he knew it.
Athena turned sharply, her bag shifting on her shoulder as she tried to compose herself. She was about to leave when his voice called out again, stopping her at the door.
"What's your name?"
Her hand froze on the handle. Slowly, she looked over her shoulder, her eyes narrowing. "Why do you want to know?"
Eryx leaned back against the desk, his half-buttoned shirt clinging to his chest, his grin lazy but sharp. "Just asking."
She hesitated for a moment, then gave him her name, short and clear. "Athena."
And with that, she opened the door and walked out, her head high. She didn't look back, even though she felt his gaze burning holes into her back.
But what she did notice, and refused to acknowledge was the murdering stare Adrianna shot her, like Athena had just stolen the man from under her nose.
Who fucking care about her man, she has someone more responsible and beautiful even though he's not as pretty as this guy. Still she wasn't going to lose him to someone kind of ladies man.
Athena ignored it. She wasn't here for this. She had come for her studies, not for him. She repeated that in her head as she walked away.
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Athena kept walking down the corridor, her heart still beating faster than normal, her breathing still ragged from what she had just witnessed. She pressed her lips together, trying to calm herself down, but it wasn't working. She could still see Eryx's eyes burning into her mind, and every time the memory replayed, her chest tightened.
So she forced herself to look around instead, letting her eyes wander over the beautiful corridor. The tall glass windows, the white polished floor, everything looked so clean, so expensive, so full of life. Maybe if she focused on this, her head would stop spinning.
That was when she heard it.
A sound. A soft sound that immediately made her body pause.
The sound of a piano.
Her lips curved into an unknown smile without her permission. She didn't even know why, but the sound drew her like a magnet. She quickened her steps, her ears guiding her. Each note was smooth, calm.
She traced the sound, step after step, until she stopped in front of a classroom. She peeked inside quickly, but no one seemed to be there. Still, the music was definitely coming from that room. Her curiosity was already burning inside her, just like it did earlier in the other classroom.
Athena pushed the door open, slowly.
The classroom was huge, too wide for her to see everything at once. She let the door close behind her, her footsteps soft as she walked inside deeper. Her eyes scanned left, then right, her ears still following the sound until she stopped, completely froze.
Her breath caught in her throat.
There he was.
A boy sitting at a grand piano near the window, the sunlight touching his skin like it had chosen him alone. His fingers moved with so much ease, so much control, pressing the keys like they belonged to him. His entire focus was on the piano, his brows slightly furrowed, like nothing else in the world mattered except the music.
Athena's stomach flipped.
God, he was too good-looking. Too good-looking that it almost hurt. If she had thought the other guy was beautiful then this one, this guy right in front of her was breathtaking. His hair was deep blue, but she could see another faint color mixed in, though she couldn't even tell what it was because the blue was so striking. His eyes, when he finally glanced up for a second, were the same shade of deep blue, and her heart stuttered. They were almost the same as hers. His straight nose, his sharp jaw, his lips, oh God, his lips.
She bit her own lips hard.
Because all she could think about was tasting his.
Her cheeks burned hot immediately, and she shook her head quickly, scolding herself in her mind. She needed to ask God for forgiveness. Because the kind of sins she had committed just this morning alone were enough to give her a VIP treatment in hell fire. A whole front-row seat with her name carved into it.
She almost laughed at the thought, but before she could even look away, his voice cut through the air.
"You're the new girl," he said, his fingers finally pausing on the piano keys. His eyes slowly lifted to hers, trapping her instantly. "Do you always walk in on people at their most vulnerable?"
Athena froze. Her breath hitched at the sound of his voice.
Why, why did his voice sound like that?
It was smooth. Low. Rich. It felt like music itself, slipping straight into her ears, brushing down her spine. For a second, she forgot how to breathe.
Her throat was dry. She had to clear it before she could even speak. She straightened up quickly, her back stiff as she tried to look composed, though her heart was running wild in her chest.
"I…I didn't mean to," she said, her voice small, softer than she intended. "I was just… I heard the music."
Her eyes flicked to the piano, then back to him, her face still warm. She didn't know what else to say. She just knew her heart was beating so fast that if he looked close enough, he would see it thumping through her chest and if he decides to listen attentively, he would hear the sound of it, clean and clear.