Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 57044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Speak. I beg myself. Say something. My mouth is frozen shut.
“If I wanted to fuck you, I think you’d let me, Juno. I know you want me. I know that I turn you on. I know that you touched yourself thinking about me. You would beg me not to stop.”
I shiver, my body committing absolute betrayal as heat pours down between my legs with the silk in his voice. I hate it and I love it. I hate him and want him.
“You’ve already decided to be my pet. No matter how I treat you in public, I know you’re mine.” He pauses. “And because I read people so well, I know you love it.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I’m wet. Wetter than I even was last night. My breath is shallow and gasping, trying to resist the pull of him, but that wall is crumbling fast.
I can’t believe he knows what I did. He sounded so asleep…I was so sure. “You heard me?”
“Yes,” he says. “I heard you fuck that needy little pussy of yours with your fingers until you came. You didn’t need to do it alone. I gladly would have helped.”
My cheeks and chest are on fire with a blush, but I can’t stop looking at his lips and imagining what it would be like to really kiss him.
“What do you say to me?” he asks.
It’s phrased like there’s only one answer. And that’s because there is. If there was any reason in the world for me to say no, he would listen. But we both want this, and it’s stupid to pull back rather to sink into it. If we try to resist, something might explode.
That could be problematic living in the same house.
Might as well get it over with now.
Or at least that’s how I’m rationalizing it.
Shit. I realize that he’s completely right. I’m his, even though I hadn’t realized it or knew why. I am in so much trouble.
For a moment, the intensity in his eyes fades, and instead of this powerful pull, it feels like an easing. Like he can’t help but lean forward and kiss me. As soon as he does, all that intensity and passion comes roaring back, and suddenly we can’t get enough of each other. It’s like flame and gunpowder colliding.
Malcolm’s lips are just as soft as they were yesterday. I wasn’t imagining it. And just like yesterday, the touch of his tongue makes me melt and feel like he’s pouring liquid heat inside my veins. He has utter confidence and control as his tongue plunges inside my mouth, the same way I image that he has confidence in everything—especially in bed.
He presses me harder into the wall, seeking out my body with his hands, and I love every second of it. God, this isn’t the way I thought any of my first days of college were going to go, but at the moment I don’t care. I just want more of this heat.
Suddenly we’re moving. Malcolm is pulling me away from the wall into a nearby door to the building. “What are we doing?”
“Finding something more private,” he growls, continuing to guide me through the door to an empty classroom. He closes the door, but doesn’t lock it.
He kisses me again, injecting pure fire into my veins. I’m shaking with adrenaline and need and I don’t know what he has planned but I know that I’m ready for it. “What if someone comes in?”
“They will,” he says. “There’s a class in here in twenty minutes.”
Shock and terror and anticipation fly through me all at once. “Then what are we doing?”
Malcolm’s hand slides down my spine. “You want this? You want me?” He presses his hips harder into me, and I can feel how hard he is. It makes me wetter, and I’m already slick with arousal.
I nod.
“Good. And when we get back to the house, I’m going to show you exactly how much you want it,” he says with no room for argument. “But I’m not going to make it back to the house, Juno. So if you don’t want to get caught by the people that are walking through the door in fifteen minutes, you’d better get on your knees and suck my cock like the good pet that you are.”
That shouldn’t turn me on. His words shouldn’t make me feel like I’m dissolving into a puddle of nothing but lust, but it does. And even before I’ve consciously made the decision, I find myself sinking to my knees while Malcolm undoes his belt. “Are you going to lock the door?”
“No,” he says with a smirk. “I’m not.”
His cock is already hard, and just as gorgeous up close as it was in the dim light of the mirror last night. Malcolm runs his hands over the shaft a couple of times, emphasizing the size and length of him. My mouth waters. This is what my mind was asking for—begging for—last night and now he’s right there.