You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

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. 

shit?” He sounds confused, his hand going

me, a fierce

you talking about?” 

eyes like ice. “You‘re fucking with me.”

“About what?” 

me, pressing against my clit.

it?” 

God. Maybe he‘s finally put it together that I‘m the girl he‘s

him, when that was never

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

your eyes,” he demands.

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

myself drawing closer and closer to an

his voice hard, his fingers moving faster. I press

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

has my toes curling. He leans in, his hot breath on my throat, his hair brushing against

I‘m coming 

from my lips as my hips buck, and he

his assured fingers knowing just what to do to wrench every last drop of

until that last wave washes over me, and I‘m shoving

up the room. I crack open my eyes just in time to witness him

with a

me, is what I want to say, but

shut 

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

I bolt out after him, not caring if anyone saw us, though thankfully the halls are