You’re Mine

Chapter 19

Harper

Oh God.

Easton‘s fingers are inside of my panties. Inside of me. He‘s watching me, his expression guarded, though his eyes flare with heat, giving him away. He‘s

enjoying this moment and how he tortures me.

He‘s right. He‘s going to ruin me for life.

It can‘t be like this. Not now, in a janitor‘s closet when we‘re supposed to be in class. Not when

he‘s saying such rude things and trying to tear me down. I hate him. He‘s so mean. Meaner than usual. I have no idea what I did to him to make him so damn angry all the time, but it‘s terrifying.

Exhilarating.

Sexy

“Look at you,” he practically croons. “I treat you like garbage yet you‘re still getting off.” His fingers dip lower. “So wet.”

I close my eyes as tight as I can, humiliation washing over me, but not enough to make me want him to stop. I am definitely wet. And weak. Weak for him. Desperate for

his touch. I know we shouldn‘t be doing this, but I want it. I want more.

When it comes to Easton, I want it all.

He shifts closer, his nose trailing down my neck as he breathes me in. “Why the fuck do you smell like coconuts?”

It‘s my lotion. I‘d tell him that, but | can‘t find my voice.

“Do you all use the same shit?” He sounds confused, his hand going still in my panties

My eyelids flutter open, and I find he‘s watching me, a fierce scowl on his handsome face. “What are

you talking about?”

He glares, his blue eyes like ice. “You‘re fucking with me.”

“About what?”

“You know.” His fingers start to move again, delving deeper into me, pressing against my clit. I bite back a gasp. “So desperate for my attention, you‘ll do anything to get

it?”

Oh God. Maybe he‘s finally put it together that I‘m the girl he‘s kissed–twice. And worse, he‘s mad.

He thinks I tricked him, when that was never my intention.

“T–I don‘t know what you‘re talking about.” My legs grow weak as he continues to stroke, and I lock my knees, so I don‘t crumple to the floor, my eyes falling closed once more. It feels so good, how he‘s touching me. Far better than what I can do to myself.

“Open your eyes,” he demands.

They fly open and our gazes lock. Hold. He shifts even closer, as close as he can get, his other hand reaching for my jeans and tugging them down my hips a little. I don‘t stop him. It‘s like I can‘t. Why

would I want him to stop when I

can feel myself drawing closer and closer to an orgasm?

“I want you to see who does this to you,” he says, his voice hard, his fingers moving faster. I press myself against the door, my breaths accelerating. “I want you to watch me when I make you come.”

My vision grows fuzzy, and I arch my neck, my gaze still on him as

his fingers strum my clit in a delicious rhythm that has my toes curling. He leans in, his hot breath on my throat, his hair brushing against my ear and that‘s all it takes.

I‘m coming

A moan falls from my lips as my hips buck, and he doesn‘t let up.

He keeps touching me, his assured fingers knowing just what to do to wrench every last drop of my orgasm from me. It keeps up

forever, not long enough, until that last wave washes over me, and I‘m shoving him away.

Our harsh breaths fill the close confines of the closet, steaming up the room. I crack open my eyes just in time to witness him licking his fingers, his curling tongue setting off a fresh wave of desire through me.

“So easy,” he says with a smirk. “Too easy.”

That‘s what you do to me, is what I want to say, but I keep my mouth

shut

“Always pathetic, aren‘t you?” He shakes his head. “Next time, I‘ll use my mouth on you. Let‘s see how long that takes to make you come. I‘ll have you creaming on my tongue in no time.”

Before I can respond, he‘s shoving me out of the way, opening the door and leaving me alone in the closet. I bolt out after him, not caring if anyone saw us, though thankfully the halls are empty. We reenter the classroom, me following behind him and we settle into our desks without another word.

My legs are shaky, and the blood is

buzzing through my veins, remnants of my orgasm. How can I sit here like nothing ever happened when Easton just completely rocked my world?

The movie ends, making me wonder just how long Easton and I were gone, and Mr. Egis flicks on the lights. “Make sure you go over the study guide tonight that I handed out yesterday. There will be a lab tomorrow.”

Groans rise up as everyone gathers their belongings. I grab my things and robotically shove them into my backpack, jumping when the shrill bell sounds. I exit the classroom as if in a daze, moving

through the crowded hallway as I head for my last period of the day.

Up ahead, I spot Easton. He stops to talk to Aisha, a friendly smile on his face, and my heart pangs.

He never looks at me like that. He‘s always scowling or angry. Ready to tear me apart with his cruel words.

I watch in dismay as he steps closer to her, his fingers touching her cheek. He taps her lips, his head turning, his gaze cutting to mine. Lingering on me. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Those very fingers touched me. Stroked me. Made me come.

And now, he‘s touching Aisha with them

Without thought, I march over to where they‘re standing, inserting myself between the two of them, my back to Aisha.

“What the fuck?” she screeches, but I ignore her.

“You‘re a pig,” I tell Easton. My voice is eerily calm.

“What‘s the matter, jealous?” He

smirks, tapping those same fingers that probably still smell like me against his lips.

I don‘t even hesitate. It‘s as if my arm has a mind of its own as ! reach up and slap him across the cheek.