Page 50 of Drown in You

A blatant lie, but maybe he’ll believe it.

Luke keeps his finger inside me as he pulls back so he can glare at me from beneath his mask. “Don’t lie to me.”

His finger eases back before plunging into me again, sharper and harder this time. Punishing.

I cry out. The pleasure is building dangerously, the threat of my orgasm looming. I try to tamper it back down. Try not to look at the mask that turns me on way more than it should or the stormy gray eyes that make me want to see how they’ll change when he watches me come.

A minute must’ve passed by now. Only four more to go. I can do this. If I hold off, I can go back to my dorm. I can avoid him for another night.

I can’t let him take me back to his room. To the seclusion of that house where only the Devils will hear me scream. Because if he does, I won’t want to leave.

The hand Luke uses to grip my hip drifts up to my neck. I swallow hard, panic stirring in my belly as his fingers encircle my throat. “Luke, don’t?—”

“I decide when you breathe.” Damn it. The same pillow talk I told him makes my knees weak. He’s using my kinks against me.

His thumb hits my clit at the same time his hand tightens around my throat.

I gasp, dragging the tiniest current of air down as Luke squeezes hard. He slips another finger inside me, the squish of my arousal obscene. I wince against the stretch until his thumb rubs my clit, pleasure shooting through me and mixing with the adrenaline.

The slowed blood flow from my neck makes my head grow lighter, somehow increasing the pleasure coursing through my veins.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he groans. “You’re going to come for me, sweetheart.”

He’s so certain, so cocky. He already knows exactly how to touch me. Knows how to play my body like he’s known me forever. His thumb grinds against my clit as he finger-fucks me, and the wave of the orgasm is building to a dangerous height.

His grip on my throat loosens, letting me catch my breath for just a second.

Don’t come. Don’t come?—

“You know what I did while you were sleeping last night?” His voice is breathless, like fucking me with his fingers brings him just as much pleasure as it does me. “I put on a mask, snuck into your room, and jerked off while I watched you sleep.”

I freeze, hating the pleasure building between my legs, the flood of arousal that greets his fingers at the thought of him jerking off to me while I was blissfully unaware.

He grinds his hard-on against me. His hips thrust forward like he’s inside me, like he’s imagining how he would fuck me. It makes me ache for him to fill me. “You were so beautiful. I wanted to eat your pussy while you slept and make you come before you even opened your eyes.”

I clutch at his arm as he squeezes my throat again. The pleasure from his fingers inside me, his thumb on my clit, his hand controlling my breathing, his cock grinding against me, becomes too overwhelming. I bite my lip. He’s going to make me come, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.

“Then, when I was about to fucking explode, I grabbed your dress. I covered it in my cum. Now I wish I’d made you wear it.”

My eyes sting. I can’t push the orgasm down now. I can only hope the five minutes have passed.

At once, everything stops.

I suck down air as Luke’s grip loosens, heart racing and the pinnacle of pleasure ebbing away as his hand stops moving between my legs. But he doesn’t pull it back out of my shorts.

What the hell is he doing?

“Beg me to make you come.” That same command.

My eyes water. I’m aching to come, need it like I need the air he’s allowing to flow down my throat.

But I can’t give in to him.

Even as every cell in my body is screaming at me to plead with him to keep going, to make me come as hard as he made me come in that hotel room, I keep my mouth shut.

At my silence, his eyes narrow.

I brace myself for him to shove his fingers inside me again and fuck me hard until I’m shattering around him.

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