Page 82 of The Oath We Give

“Wanna know what you’re going to give me when I win, Hex?” It’s spoken like a threat, just before another slam thunders in my ear. “A taste of that witchy mouth.”

My tongue traces my bottom lip at the thought, knowing he’d devour me with his mouth if I let him. I don’t know much about Silas Hawthorne, but he doesn’t do sweet in the bedroom.

There is an undeniable energy that lets me know I’d leave his bed with bruises on my throat and scratches on my skin.

He wouldn’t just kiss me; he would devour me whole and fuck if I don’t want to let him.

My thighs press together, rubbing up and down, forcing my jean shorts to rub against my damp panties. The little spark of friction makes me want more, making me want it all.

I bite down on my tongue as the hand not holding the phone makes a trail down my body. My palm rubs against my breast, and my nipples tighten around the metal piercing them, making me arch my back into my own touch.

“Warmer,” I hum when my ears pick up on the sound of his boots touching the ivory floors.

I let my hand skim my stomach, legs outstretched as my eyes close. In the dark of this classroom, I let my mind wander, let it think about Silas peering down at me, watching me.

How his eyes would drink me in, like they did when I got out of my car tonight.

“Do you taste sweet, Coraline? If I was a betting man, I’d say yes,” he whispers, a wicked promise in the back of his throat. “You’re going to drip like honey on my tongue, aren’t you?”

His voice grows electric, tangible hands, lighting me up, practically forcing me to slip my hand beneath the hem of my shorts. I try to bite back the whimper in my throat when the pads of my fingers drag across the middle of my panties.

I’m wet, soaking the thin fabric, dripping like honey, and all I can think about is Silas licking it up.

The sound of his shoes drifts away, and my ears strain, trying to listen for another door opening, but I hear nothing. My insides feel like a coil waiting to snap, only his breathing on the other side of the line when my fingers sneak into my underwear.

“Are you hiding somewhere no one can see you touching yourself?”

My eyes snap open, panicked, as I whirl my head around the desk, looking at the closed door. There isn’t any other point of entry, and when I look toward the tall windows, it’s nothing but rain. Not a single hint of movement.

“How—”

“If you moan a little louder next time, I’ll be able to find you, Hex.” There is a smirk on his lips—I hear it in the way his words curve and wrap around me.

“Cold,” I gasp when my middle finger slips between my folds, sending a shock wave of pleasure from the tips of my toes to my spine. An ache radiates from my core, begging me for more, begging him for more.

“When I find you with your hand still in your panties, are you going to let me replace your fingers with my tongue?”

My breath catches in my throat when his teasing banter turns into something more primal, a low growl in his mouth with every word. With my eyes shut, it’s almost as if he’s right in my ear, his lips rubbing against the sensitive skin of my neck, muttering every filthy word.

“Ice-cold,” I tease, rubbing tight circles around my clit.

I’m anything but cold. My body is burning, mind whirling with lewd images. Flashes of Silas winding his hand in my hair, jerking me backward as he leaves red marks on my ass from fucking me so hard from behind. The look in his eyes when he sees my pierced nipples for the first time, how full I would be with his cock buried to the hilt in my body.

“Tsk. Tsk.” Silas clicks his tongue. “Don’t lie to yourself, baby. Don’t pretend you don’t want me between those thighs, eating your pussy until you drench my face. ’Cause that’s what I’ll do if you just let me find you.”

Lightning cracks outside, followed by harrowing thunder. My back arches, hips pressing into my finger more as I rub myself harder. My cunt drips onto my hand, a broken moan mingling with the storm outside.

I want his dark eyes gazing up at me from between my legs, bringing me to the edge of pleasure and watching me fall right off the cliff.

“I’ll spread you open, fill your dripping cunt with my fingers. Stretching you open so it’s nice and fucking ready for my cock. You’ll be nothing but a tight hole for me to use, yeah?”

His words make me tremble, hips jerking as I chase the friction from my hand. My legs spread open as if to make room for his wide shoulders, as if he’s already here.

This is so fucked, but my body has already surrendered to his voice. I’m a puppet on his vocal cords, letting him string me up and play me as he sees fit. I’d let him use my body like a little toy, nothing but a thing for him to use and abuse until he’s finished with me.

“Am I getting closer?”

“Hot,” I gasp, my body fucking my fingers with vigor. “So fucking hot.”

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