Page 55 of Tell Me You Like It

I hold my own, though. I’m tempted to take a step backward, but I don’t want him to know how much he affects me. “You shouldn’t be in here,” I say, stating the obvious. “You’ve been seen, and I’m sure campus security will be here any moment.”

That threat doesn’t even seem to phase him.

“I don’t really mind.” He doesn’t even skip a beat. “They can watch.”

Oh, God. Watch what, exactly? But I can’t bring myself to ask. His response would be cheeky and suggestive, anyway. I can’t ever seem to get a straight answer out of him.

He’s close now, and just as I turn my head away, he reaches out and grabs my chin, holding my face in place, so I can’t look away. I’m forced to look at him head-on, our gazes locked. He looks angry and determined, and I can’t help it…excitement rushes through me.

“Let me go,” I say through gritted teeth.

He smiles at my bravado like he knows it’s fake. Like he knows I’m secretly terrified, excited, and disgusted with myself.

“No.”

I try to yank my chin out of his grasp, but that only causes him to tighten his grip. It’s painful now, and I wince.

“You shouldn’t have run away.” He dips his head, so our faces are close. Too close. “Not until I’d given you permission to leave.”

“Some chick’s mouth was wrapped around your cock five minutes ago,” I bite back, pissed. “Excuse me for not hanging out.”

For fuck’s sake, he can have someone suck him off, but I can’tleave? What kind of sick game is this guy playing?

You know what, I don’t even care. I don’t want to be a part of it.

“That should have been you on your knees,” he says smoothly. “But you test me at every fucking turn...”

“See, that’s what you’re not getting. I’m not testing you, Roman. I just don’t want you.” I glare at him, fighting the slow slither of heat that’s working its way through my body. “Maybe you just aren’t used to hearing the wordno.”

“That’s right.” His voice is low, menacing. “And I’m not going to start now.”

I swallow, not expecting him to lean into my comment. It was meant to be a jab at theabsoluteprivilege that oozes out of his every pore. But he’s the king of delusional thinking, right? So I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that he took it as a compliment.

With his free hand, he reaches beneath my T-shirt and grabs a handful of ass through the thin fabric of my panties.I yelp a little, not expecting it, and I see a glint of amusement flicker in his eyes. Fucking asshole.

“Don’t,” I say firmly, butfuck,I hear my voice quiver a bit. I pray he doesn’t notice, but he does—of course he does. Nothing gets past Roman.

“Don’t?” He says mockingly, smiling down at me. “Don’t what, Lux?” His hand moves to my front, one long finger finding its way past my damp curls, to the opening between my thighs. My entire body jolts at the contact, and a moan escapes past my lips. “Say it. Tell me what youdon’twant me to do to you.”

Air catches in my lungs as he gently begins to stroke me, his finger delving into me, then dragging slowly out to caress my clit, spreading my wetness.

My mind goes blank—absolutely free of thought. All the doubts, worry, and anger are gone. All that’s left are the raw sensations of him stroking me,teasingme. I hate how quickly I melt beneath him, but somehow, he knows exactly how to disarm me.

He pinches my chin even harder, and I wince from the pain. “That’s what I thought, Little Rabbit. And you know what—the harder you fight this, the harder I want to fuck you. So do yourself a favor and give in already.”

“Fuck you, asshole,” I bite back, gasping as his finger plays me like a fucking fiddle—strumming my core in long, hard, even strokes. My clit is pulsing, and so unbelievably sensitive–every stroke elicits a little gasp from me. But oddly, I still feel breathless, like I can’t get any air into my lungs.

“Slow your breathing,” he says calmly. “You’re going to hyperventilate.”

It’s an odd moment of caring—like he actually gives a fuck about me. But I’m sure that’s a delusion on my part.I’m sure he just doesn’t want me to pass out. Questions would be asked, and that might inconvenience him for more than five minutes.

As he dips his finger deeper into me, then adds another, I focus hard on my breathing—but it takes everything in me not to rip off his clothes, and impale myself on the cock I saw earlier tonight. I don’t have to like him to fuck him, right?

Releasing me, he pulls back, grabs my hand, and presses my palm against his jeans. He’s rock hard, like a steel rod smothered in denim, and I swallow.

“Take it out,” he orders me, like a king on his fucking throne. I wonder how many other girls he orders around like this.

Despite the electricity zipping through my entire body, I manage to gather enough strength to stand completely still. I narrow my eyes and tilt my chin up in defiance. “Why don’t you grab one of the girls from the hallway and have her do it? I’m sureanyoneon this campus would be more willing than me.”

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