Page 54 of Liar

“That’s it…” I whisper hoarsely as she begins to meet my thrusts. “Exactly, baby. That’s exactly right … yes, little pretty. Yes.”

Her ponytail calls to me, and I wrap it around my wrist, then grip it, pulling her head back. She moans in approval. I can’t see her face, but I can picture her closed eyes and her delicate, plump lips, wet from her tongue as she opens them to moan my name.

I go harder. Harder still. Soon, our skin smacks with contact, again and again, her ass cheeks rippling with impact. I stare down, holding her hair and watching my dick slide in and out of her, my shaft simply throbbing and the veins popping out…

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck!”

My curse will be heard all around Winthorpe as I hold her and ride the release, plunging and milking her asshole until she’s so full of me that she’ll be walking with clenched cheeks for the rest of the week.

Once the black stars disappear from my eyes, I realize Ember’s coming, too. While I worked her ass, she was working her pussy, masturbating while I fucked her, finding her orgasm while I pushed against her G-spot and brought her along for the ride.

Panting, I pull out of her, stumbling back. My ass hits the student desk behind me, sending a wrenching, scraping sound through the room.

Ember’s gasping, lifting herself off the desk and turning to face me. Her inner thighs are a mess, slick with her and sticky with me. She holds a hand to her chest and leans back against the teacher’s desk.

“I…” She stops. Swallows. “I don’t know what to say after that.”

Breathing heavily, I stare at her. Waiting. Expecting the ache to have been released along with my load. There’s no way I still want her after all that. I’ve had every capable hole of hers. I’ve taken her precious virginity in the most undignified and selfish manner. I’ve choked her, held her down, and ordered her to humiliate herself, all for my sick pleasure.

I keep staring at her.

Why? Why isn’t the tumor of Ember Beckett Weatherby removed from my goddamned brain by now?

Ember stares back, blinking innocently. Unaffected by my treatment of her because she’s not stupid. She’s aware of what I’m doing. She would only be this way if…

…if she liked it.

A resentful cry tears from my throat. Ember’s eyes widen, but she otherwise doesn’t react to my outburst.

Almost like she expects it.

Like she knows me too well.

I step into my pants with fucking arrow precision, buttoning up with sharp jerks of my fingers. She watches without comment.

Once finished, my eyes snap up to hers. “Clean this up. Lowell won’t approve of all these papers covered in your pussy juice.”

The classroom door flies open with a bang as I storm out.

Ember doesn’t say a word.

Chapter 18

Ember

Shit.

Shit, I like him.

I like him so much.

Rising up from my lean-to on Lowell’s desk, I should’ve spun around and slapped Thorne for the way he treats me, taking without asking, expecting without working for it.

That’s exactly what I was about to do if it weren’t for the look on his face once I’d turned and saw him.

Shock. Abject pain. Hope.

Three emotions that shouldn’t precede each other, yet they turned his expression into a perfect crescendo—enough to pull on my heart and send goose bumps across my arms and legs.

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