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. 

same shit?” He sounds confused, his hand going

he‘s watching me, a

you talking about?” 

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

“About what?” 

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

it?” 

finally put it together that I‘m

thinks I tricked him, when

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

eyes,” he demands.

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

closer and closer to an orgasm?

voice hard, his fingers moving faster. I

I arch my

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

I‘m coming 

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

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

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

room. I crack open my eyes just in time to witness him licking his fingers, his curling tongue setting off a

he says with a

what I want to say,

shut 

on you. Let‘s see how long that takes to make you come. I‘ll have you

door and leaving me alone in the closet. I bolt out after him, not caring if anyone saw us, though thankfully the halls are