Page 50 of Tell Me You Like It

His grip tightens and with his free hand, he touches my bottom lip with his thumb, brushing lightly. “Now for your penance for this evening’s offenses,” he says. “You’re going to suck me off with this pretty little mouth of yours.”

I smile at him. “Sure, put your dick in my mouth. I dare you.”

That earns me a half smile, and frustration bubbles up inside me. I’ve amused him, which wasn’t my goal.

“Maybe I should just fuck you, then.” His voice is low and dark. “Remind you who you belong to.”

Is this his fucked up way of giving me a choice–suck him off, or let him fuck me? Well, too bad. I’m not giving in so easily.

“Don’t touch me,” I say through gritted teeth.

The hand slides down until he’s holding me just below the jaw. He looks me dead in the eye, and all I can see in his fathomless blue eyes is hate and anger. “I know you want my cock inside you,” he says harshly. “I can see it in your eyes, in the way your body responds to me. You can’t hide those things, Lux. You can’t pretend with me.”

I hate that he can read me so well. My bodydoesrespond to him–it has since first meeting him on that fucking beach. But I’m still not ready to admit it. I don’t know if I’ll ever be. Because to admit it is to admit to being like every other girl on this damn campus. And I don’t know why, but the thought of being a basic bitch in his eyes terrifies me more than his hand gripping my face.

“You don’t know shit aboutshit,” I growl.

One hand still holding my jaw, he uses the other to hike my long skirt up, up,up,until it’s up around my hips. Then his fingers are inside my panties, past the curls that shield my entrance, to my damp folds.

He leans in and brushes his lips against mine. “See?” he says. “You’re soaking wet for me. All ready to take my cock like a good girl.”

My eyes flutter closed, and my head falls back, completely engulfed by the sensations rushing through my body. A moan bubbles up in my throat, but I refuse to let it escape. I can’t give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much he affects me.

I straighten and try to collect myself. “I know this might surprise you…” I’m trying so hard to keep my voice steady, but despite my best efforts, it quivers a little. Hopefully, he doesn’t notice. “But not every girl on campus wants you.”

He laughs–a dark chuckle that trickles down my spine. “Maybe that’s true, but we both know that isn’t you.”

I grab the hand that’s clamped tight around my jaw, and shove his chest with my other hand, trying—and failing—to get him off me. “So, what, you’re just going to force me, is that it?”

One side of his mouth curls up, but I hesitate to call it a smile. His gaze rakes over my face like he’s studying me—every detail of my face. “I’ve never had to force anyone. I can have any fucking chick on this campus in under a minute. One text. One phone call. That’s all it takes.”

“So you’re bragging now?”

What a fucking asshole.

“It’s not a brag,” he says evenly. “It’s a fucking fact.”

“Whatever, dude, you’re so full of yourself,” I spit back at him. Never in my life have I encountered someone so into himself. Literallynever, and I’ve had some shitty boyfriend experiences, so that’s saying something.

“And by the time I’m done with you, Lux, you’ll bebeggingto have my cock inside you.”

With a low, guttural growl, he shoves me, and I fall backward onto the mattress. With a glare at me, he pulls his phone from his back pocket and types out a quick text. When he’s done, he tosses the phone aside and refocuses his attention on me.

“Who did you just text?” I ask, really just trying to distract him from touching me again–because, honestly, I’m only human, and I don’t know how much more I can take before I give in completely.

He takes a step forward, and on instinct, I scootch back on the huge bed. It’s soft, filled with pillows, andsmells like him. It feels like I’ve been thrown into the lion’s den–and this lion ishungry,sizing me up like a fucking lamb chop.

I glance around the room and size it up quickly. The door is on the far side of the room—I’d have to make it past him first before reaching it. But to the right is a bathroom, and I quickly roll off the bed. He reaches for me, but I’m already at the bathroom door, slamming it shut, and locking it behind me.

My head falls back against the door as I drag in a long breath. Roman bags on the door, and the thick wood vibrates against my back.

“Lux,” he says slowly. “You can’t hide forever.”

There is a window, but it’stiny, and quite frankly, my thick thighs aren’t going to make it past the frame. I pull my phone out to call someone—but I quickly realize I don’t have anyone’s number, except for Bree and Skye. I type out a quick text to Skye, asking her to come rescue me from Rush House—no details, just asking her to come grab me. It’s a big ask for someone I’ve metonce.

I stare down at my phone, waiting for a response from her, when I suddenly hear voices on the other side of the door—Roman’s deep baritone, and another more lilting voice.

Has Skye already gotten here? No, it’s been less than three minutes. I pause and glance at my phone again. Still no response. But maybe she was somewhere close and decided to swing by, instead of replying to me.

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