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. 

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

watching me, a

you talking about?” 

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

“About what?” 

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

it?” 

I‘m the girl he‘s kissed–twice. And worse,

him, when that was never my intention.

don‘t crumple to the

eyes,” he

get, his other hand reaching for my jeans and tugging them down my hips a little. I don‘t stop him. It‘s

myself drawing closer and closer

to you,” he says, his voice hard, his fingers moving faster. I press myself against the

grows fuzzy, and I arch my neck, my

He leans in, his hot breath on my throat, his hair brushing against my ear and that‘s all it takes.

I‘m coming 

as my

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

that last wave washes over me,

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

easy,” he says with a smirk.

what I want to say, but

shut 

how long that takes to make you come. I‘ll have you creaming on my tongue in no

out after him, not caring if anyone saw us, though thankfully the halls are empty.