Page 73 of Malicious Intentions

But it disappears when he shifts his weight, rubbing his hard cock against my panty-clad pussy. I moan, my nails digging into his back, marking him. “What’s wrong?”

It’s wrong. So fucking wrong. But I want to be his.“I’m fine.”

“Lexi,” His hands slide beneath my back, unhooking my bra. He pulls it away, freeing my breasts before tossing it on the floor. He stares at my chest, and with a groan, his mouth covers my nipple. He sucks it until I whimper and then releases it. “Tell me.”

“Huntley put doubts inside my head. I don’t want to believe him. But his comment about all the other women…” I suck in a breath, gathering my courage before exhaling. “Have you ever been this observant with the others?”

He grins, his fingers digging into my hips. “You already know the answer, but I’ll say it anyway. No.Onlywith you, Lexi. I’ve already told you that you’remywoman. That makes you different.” He tugs on my panties, and I instinctively arch, wanting them off me just as much as he does. “Special.”

“Have you ever had a special someone before?”

His face clouds. “No, I haven’t. I figured they were like my mom and would eventually disappoint me, so I didn’t bother.”

“What makes me different?”

He grins. “Everything. You’re strong, relentless, and mouthy as hell. Even if you delude yourself and lie to me.” He gives mea shit-eating grin, his voice a high-pitched falsetto as he imitates me. “We aren’t fucking this morning. Or ever again.”He yanks my panties to my ankles, tossing them over his shoulder.

“I don’t sound like that.”

“Perfect imitation. Stop deluding yourself about your feelings for me.”

I squirm, hating that whatever is about to come from his mouth will be the truth, no matter how much I deny it. “I don’t,” I lie, knowing damn well I do.

“Laughable, little liar.” He trails kisses over my stomach, and I tug at his hair, trying to push him lower. I’m desperate for his tongue inside my pussy.

“Admit it.” He lifts his head so his gray irises burn into mine, lighting me on fire. “You’ve fallen as hard for me as I have you. You didn’t want to, but you did.”

When I don’t say anything, he continues his torment.

His tongue glides down my skin but stops before he gets to my clit. “You like it when I force you to do things. It keeps the delusion alive that you’re doing something against your will.” He blows on my skin, making me shiver.

“I’ve happily allowed it because that’s the only way I can have you. You worry too much about what society thinks. What our parents will think.”

“Well, society will ostracize us.”

“So what?”

“I like having friends, for one thing.”

“Do you think Sophia will abandon you if you’re with me? Or Bentley, who you bonded with at the party?”

“Well, no….”

“As for our parents… You despise my father. Rightly so, I might add. He’s paying for you to go to college, so that’s your only need for him.”

“Considering I’d like an education, that’s pretty important.”

“I’ve already paid for your tuition and fees for next semester and the next year.” He gives me a smug smile. “You don’t need my father’s money.”

My mouth hangs open as I stare at him. “W-What?”

“I have money, Lexi. Lots of it. I inherited a large sum from a trust my mom set up for me. My grandfather managed it until his death shortly after I turned eighteen. Before he died, he advised me how to manage it.”

“B-But you shouldn’t be spending it on me.” My body grows cold as my fears leak from my mouth. “I thought you believed I was a gold digger?”

“When I first met you, I did.” He takes a long, slow swipe through my slit to my clit. I moan, my body shaking from pleasure.

He smirks up at me, knowing damn well how he affects me. “You’ve proven otherwise. You have a credit card and unrestricted purchasing power, yet you barely use it. Every time you do, the guilt that lines your face is fucking cuter than hell.”

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