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. 

all use the same shit?” He sounds confused, his hand

watching me, a fierce scowl on his handsome face. “What

you talking about?” 

his blue eyes like ice. “You‘re fucking with

“About what?” 

fingers start to move again, delving deeper into me, pressing against my clit. I bite back a gasp. “So desperate

it?” 

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

him, when that was never my intention.

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

eyes,” he demands.

reaching for my jeans and tugging them down my hips a little. I don‘t

myself drawing closer and closer to an

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 neck,

leans in, his hot breath on my throat, his hair brushing

I‘m coming 

my lips as my hips buck, and he doesn‘t

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

last wave washes over me, and

crack open my eyes just in time

says with a smirk. “Too

what I want to say, but I

shut 

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

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