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. 

sounds confused, his hand

he‘s watching me, a fierce scowl on his handsome face. “What are

you talking about?” 

like ice. “You‘re fucking

“About what?” 

delving deeper into me, pressing against my clit. I bite back a gasp. “So desperate for my attention,

it?” 

put it together that I‘m the

thinks I tricked him, when that was

he continues to stroke, and I lock my knees, so I don‘t crumple to the floor, my eyes falling

eyes,” he demands.

can get, his other hand reaching for my jeans and tugging them down my hips a little.

and closer

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

I arch my neck, my gaze still

strum my clit in a delicious rhythm that has my toes curling. He leans in, his hot breath on

I‘m coming 

my lips as my hips buck, and he

knowing just what to do to wrench every last drop of my orgasm from

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

harsh breaths fill the close confines of the closet, steaming up the room. I crack open my eyes just in time to witness him licking his fingers, his

says with a smirk.

what I want to

shut 

see how long that takes to

not caring if anyone saw us, though thankfully the halls are empty. We reenter the classroom, me following behind him