Page 121 of Brutal Prince

‘Because I said so,’suddenly doesn’t seem a good enough reason when Briar runs a knuckle over my underwear… right above my clit.

My head falls back before I can catch it, and our cheeks brush. I sit up straight immediately, blinking to force myself to focus. I squeeze his wrist hard, but he just strokes me again.

“You really don’t understand the meaning of the word, no, do you?” I say it through a soft laugh, trying to be glib, failing miserably.

He grabs my pussy and squeezes so hard I almost gasp out loud. Luckily, I seal my lips just in time and sit up real straight.

My entire body responds to that merciless grip. Where I was getting all tingly and nice, I’m suddenly aching, the feeling so close to pain I can’t decide if it’s good or bad.

“And you don’t know when to shut up,” he whispers. “I’m doing you a fucking favor.”

Heat blooms on my cheeks. I dig my fingers into his wrist until I feel wetness pooling in my nails. “Stop touching me, or I’ll scream.”

Something brushes the side of my neck, and it takes me a moment to realize it’s his mouth. A shudder races through me. I squeeze his wrist again, but he doesn’t notice. Instead, he eases up on my pussy and strokes me again.

The contrast between that fierce grip and his gentle caress makes my core clench like a fist.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

But it doesn’t matter how many times I yell that mantra in my head, it doesn’t change my body’s response.

He’s making me wet.

I don’t want him to stop.

And I know that makes me some kind of twisted enabler but for the life of me…I don’t want him to stop.

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Briar

This isn’twhat I’d planned. I was going to tie her shoelaces together again. Maybe push her into the wall on the way out. Whisper obscenities in her ear that I would immediately deny when she ratted me out to Denard.

But that’s the problem, see?

She’s not fighting me. Sure, she’s drawn blood from my wrist, but she could have stopped this a second after I grabbed her tit.

She wants me, and that blows my fucking mind.

Maybe she is a virgin. That’s the only explanation I can come up with. Else why the fuck would she let me grope her like this?

I move my hand away. I stop kissing the side of her neck.

She’s done it again. Somehow, this little slip of a girl’s gone and made me lose control.

I have to get out of here. Out of this classroom, away from her intoxicating aura. I have to—

Her arm trembles, and that brings me back to the here and now.

Warmth spills from her pussy. Her legs were a little open, and there’s still an inch of space between her thighs.

I could leave, but then she’d have won. Because Indi fucking Virgo doesn’t seem to understand that I have all the power here. If I want to finger-fuck her in detention, then that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.

“Open your legs,” I whisper into her ear.

When she doesn’t move, doesn’t obey, I nip her earlobe.

She squirms frantically, but a moment later there’s more space between her thighs.

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