Page 54 of Divine Obsession

His whole intimidation act was starting to seriously piss me off.

The Christmas Gala. Kali’s sleepover.My birthday. Communications class. His car. The library.

Now.

He couldn’t keep doing this.

He was manspreading. Invading my space and taking it away from me like an asshole.

I intentionally bumped my knee into his – if for no other reason than to piss him off and get him to move away.

It was almost unidentifiable. No one would have noticed I really did it on purpose; just that I was trying to sit comfortably in the space provided.

Except Trevor, of course.

He saw everything.

Henoticedeverything.

His hand grabbed my thigh, his fingers digging into me almost painfully, immediately sending waves of unexplained sensations through my body.

My heart jumped into my throat and I froze, waiting to see what he was going to do.

I waited for him to push me away or something, my skin turning hotter by the moment, but his hold on me only tightened under the desk.

My heart beat abnormally fast as his fingers dug into my jeans.

“What are you doing?” I whisper-yelled. “Let go.”

“Every action has a reaction. You should know,” He murmured calmly, as his hand moved higher up my thigh.

I was breathless. “Meaning?”

Without warning, his rough hand forced my thighs apart before cupping me between the legs.

I jerked unexpectedly, my chair slightly scraping against the floor. I felt my cheeks turn pink with shock and embarrassment.

The lights in the classroom were turned off for the projector. We were the only ones in the last row, at the back, several rows between us and the rest of the students. Davis was busy writing on the board about the end-of-the-year project, and everyone else was busy listening. Our faces were hidden by the large desktop computers, and the desks had modesty panels.

No one noticed.

It didn’t lessen the anxiety in my chest.

Out of instinct, I placed my hand over Trevor’s, digging my nails into his wrist.

But his hold was iron-clad.

“Meaning, if I put my hands on you, you’ll never be the same.”

“Trevor.” I meant it as a warning, but his name left my lips in a whimper.

He pressed the pad of his palm into me, causing my jeans to rub against my clit, and forcing me to sway forward and grip the edge of the desk.

An amused breath escaped him, fanning over my cheek. “I bet I could make you come just from this.”

“Trevor, please…”

“Tell me to stop and I will.”

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