Page 122 of Brutal Prince

“More.” When she obeys instantly, I lick the side of her neck in reward and feel her shiver against my tongue. “More.”

This time, when I run my knuckle over her clit, my skin comes back damp. My cock hardens at the thought that she’s wet for me, that she opened her legs for me, that she still hasn’t brought an end to her ordeal.

Fuck, how I wish we weren’t in class right now.

The things I could do to her…

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Indi

When Briar licksthe side of my neck, every rational thought scatters. My body tightens and then relaxes, and my legs go as wide as they can.

I don’t give a shit if anyone turns around anymore. In fact, I’m not even here anymore. I’m on planet Don’t-Give-A-Fuck, and the weather’s bea-u-tiful.

Briar slips a finger behind my underwear, and I barely keep back a groan as he traces my entrance with his fingertips.

I can’t believe how wet I am, and that’s just turning me on even more. As fucked-up wrong as this is, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good.

Then again, I’ve never gotten to third base with a guy before. Somehow, my own fingers have never elicited this kind of a response from my body before.

I’m heating up, but my flesh feels cold and prickly.

And then Briar slides his fingers inside me.

Deepinside me.

I arch, grabbing his wrist and forcing those fingers in all the way up to his knuckles.

He lets out a muted growl right by my fucking ear. “Jesus, you’re so goddamn wet.”

I’ve got my bottom lip in a death nip. I’m so scared I’ll make a sound and get someone’s attention. No one’s paying us any mind, but fuck, all it takes is one backward glance—

“Take off your underwear.”

“What?” The word slips out in a rush of breath. “No!”

For that, he sinks his teeth into the flesh on the side of my neck. I go rigid, panicking as pain flicks through me. Did he break the skin? But when he pulls away, he leaves only a dull throb in his wake.

“Take. It. Off. Or I will.”

I slam my legs closed, trapping his hand. He pulls it out and lets out another soft, animalistic sound which I try to ignore. I lift my hips and tug my undies down my legs as fast as I can without making a sound.

“Give them to me.”

I wad the damp fabric into a ball, hesitate, and pass it to him over my shoulder.

He’s still taking it from me when his fingers wedge between my legs again. I hear him draw breath with another command, but I anticipate him and spread my legs again.

This time, he lets out a pleased murmur against the side of my neck as he slips a finger inside me.

“I like obedient little virgin,” he whispers to me. “You should let her out to play more often.”

I shudder when his thumb begins massaging my clit. His finger dips in and out, setting a breathtaking pace that has my back arching from the seat a moment later.

Lips touch the side of my neck. My jawline. I turn to him and give him my mouth as he begins strumming my clit.

His smooth, warm lips seize my mouth, drawing a mewl from me as his tongue forces its way between my teeth.

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