You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 20 

Easton 

My ears ring from the force of Harper‘s slap. In the distance I can hear applause coming from a bunch of assholes. Aisha gasps. Someone‘s yelling, “It‘s about time!” 

| glance to my left to see it was Blake who said that. The fucker. He‘s laughing and clapping like he‘s watching a comedy show. I send him a murderous glare, but that only makes him laugh harder. 

Harper stares up at me in horror, as if she can‘t believe she just did that. 

Well, guess what? I can‘t believe she did it either. Girl‘s got balls, I‘ll give her that 

Memories of what happened between us only a few minutes ago flood me. I don‘t know what came over me, fingering her in the closet like I did. I wanted to taunt her. Show her what she can‘t have. 

Instead of just giving her a sample, I found that once I started, I couldn‘t stop touching her. I didn‘t want to either. The way she lifted her hips when I stroked her in a particular spot. How wet she‘d been for me. How warm and soft her pussy was. I hated the rush 

that fueled me as I watched her come, knowing that I was the only one who could make her feel like that. 

Shaking my head, I shove the memory out. I‘m fucked in the head when it comes to this girl. I don‘t understand what I‘m doing. I‘m just running on pure instinct. 

And my instincts are taking me down a path I‘m still not sure ! I want to go 

“I hate you,” she murmurs, her eyes glassy as she drops her hand to her side. She‘s shaking, I can tell, and I touch the spot where she just slapped me, my cheek still tingling. 

“You weren‘t saying you hated me a few minutes ago in the closet.” 

Her face screws up in anger and then she‘s gone, running down the hall, the crowds parting for her like the damn Red Sea. 

“What the hell were you talking about just now?” Aisha asks me, her eyes narrowed with suspicion. “And what were you doing with Harper in a closet?” 

I glare at her. “Not now,” I bite out. 

Just before I take off after Harper. 

though she fights me,

as she glares at me. All I can smell is coconuts and sunshine and there‘s no one else around. Not a

me out of my

way. I refuse to

hips and the dip of her tiny waist. Those tits straining against the front of her shirt.

I‘m dying to sink my fingers into. At the very least, I want to grab her ponytail and tug on it. Pull her close to me,

blink hard. Earlier, in the closet, I didn‘t want to kiss her. I wanted to save it all for my mystery girl. But I feel like a complete dumbass, because I‘m starting to think my

want from me?” Harper asks, her hostile tone interrupting

were you the night of

the lights went out?”

expression remains neutral. She shrugs. “What

me,” I demand.

her chin.

her, her tropical scent like

with Sadie.”

in the downstairs

expression turns to panic. “No.”

you dress up

fazed by my change of subject. “You saw me. I

believe I said that to her. I‘m such a dick. “Were you wearing

if I‘m stupid. “I didn‘t dress up. I wasn‘t invited to

party.” 

did you come

mute, watching me with wary

to my party when I told you I didn‘t

She didn‘t want to be there alone,” she finally says, her voice

you wear a costume? And let me guess,