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. 

He sounds confused, his hand going

and I find he‘s watching me, a

you talking about?” 

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

“About what?” 

to move again, delving deeper into me, pressing against my clit. I bite back a

it?” 

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

him, when that was

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

your eyes,” he

shifts even closer, as close as he can get, his other hand reaching for my jeans and

feel myself drawing closer and closer to an

hard, his fingers moving faster. I press myself against the door, my breaths accelerating. “I want you to watch

my neck, my gaze still on him as

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

I‘m coming 

my hips buck, and he doesn‘t

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

last wave washes over me, and I‘m shoving him

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

with

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

shut 

“Next time, I‘ll use my mouth on you. Let‘s see how long that takes to make you come. I‘ll have

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