Page 151 of Brutal Prince

More importantly, how on earth am I supposed to entrap him into committing a crime when he’s just told me he’ll wait until I’m ready? I can’t do this. Any of this. My mind is in tatters.

I squeeze closed my eyes and turn my head away. “I have to go,” I murmur.

He wraps his hands over my shoulders, but I shove them off.

“Wait,” he says.

The command goes straight to my legs without involving my brain.

“I need you, Indi.”

I hear his words, but they’re gibberish. He needs me? For what? So he can get off?

I shake my head, but he catches hold of my chin and stops me. “If I can’t have you tonight, then at least let me taste you.”

Kissing? I glance away for a moment to consider.

This, apparently, counts as consent in Briar’s world. I barely have time for a yell before he’s pulling me after him.

For a frantic, panicked moment I think he’s dragging me back upstairs, and I almost dig in my heels.

But then he detours down a side hallway, opens a door, pulls me inside, and slams it shut behind me.

A bathroom.

Pristine, sparkling and shit…but it’s still a fucking bathroom.

“Briar, I’m not—”

He shoves a finger against my mouth. And then his hand is up the skirt of my dress, grabbing my pussy.

Fingers raking over my skin, he gathers my dress and hikes it up to my waist.

Shit. None of this is going to plan anymore. Addy doesn’t know where I am, I don’t know where she is—

Briar yanks down my underwear so hard, the fabric leaves burning tracks down my thighs. He holds up the sliver of blue lace and takes a moment to consider it before turning his icy eyes onto me.

“Is this supposed to be a joke?” he says, dangling the underwear he’d shoved into my locker the other day from his finger.

“Ha ha?” I say weakly.

He shakes his head, tosses the pretty panties to the far corner of the bathroom, and sinks down onto his knees in front of me.

A second later, my ass slams into the marble basin behind me.

“Up.”

He hoists me as much as I clamber up, my limbs moving like I’m stuck in a wet dream I have no intention of waking from.

Briar spreads my legs.

My cheeks burn as he studies my pussy with his head cocked to one side, like it’s a piece of abstract art.

A second later, his lips are on the inside of my thigh and trailing closer to my pussy. I grab his hair — more in self-defense than anything else — but he hardly seems to notice.

Shit.

Shit!

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