Page 95 of Burn With Me

He moves down as I squirm against him, cursing and fighting even as the heat of his palms gets hotter. He moves down to the hem of my dress and pushes it up, his fingers stroking the soft skin of my thighs. I gasp and wiggle.

“No—stop!”

“You know what’s funny?” he asks, the question confusing in the already overwhelming mix of emotions pouring through me. “That first night—when I pinned you to the ground in the parking lot, when you tried to run. You freaked out on me. Lost your shit, but now…you’re not.”

I freeze as his words penetrate my brain. His fingers continue their path despite my lack of response. His thumb strokes right between my legs, over my cloth covered pussy. I hate to admit that I’m already wet. Angry and horny. Confused and … distraught.

He’s right, I realize. I’m not panicking. I blink up at him. In fact, I haven’t panicked like that with him since.Why is that?

As if he hears my internal thoughts, Isaac leans down, brushing his lips along the top of my ear just lightly enough to make me shiver. “Whether you can admit it to yourself or not, Sunshine, you want me,” he whispers as he continues to stroke me. Up and down, back and forth until I know my panties are soaked through. “You’re not scared of me. Your body trusts me, even if your mind doesn’t.”

“Y-you seem real sure of yourself, don’t you?” I gasp as he pulls my panties to the side and his fingers make their way against my flesh without that thin barrier. I rock up onto my toes again as he inserts the first finger, all the way to the knuckle. “Fuck!”

“There you are, Sunshine.” Isaac’s voice dips lower. Deeper. Darker. I whimper as he withdraws his finger and another joins it. Two fingers thrust into my pussy, curling against my insides as my juices weep down the inside of my thighs.

It’s filthy and vile and it feels so fucking good.

“I fucking hate you, Isaac Icari.” The words are cruel, meant to hurt. I hope they stab into him like daggers. I hope he bleeds.

They don’t—however—stop his movements. Instead, they seem to rile him up even further. He adds a third finger, stretching my opening as he fucks me with his hand. His thumb strokes over my clit and I gasp, gritting my teeth as the sound erupts from me.

“No,nonono.” I shake my head back and forth as he breathes into my ear, his hand moving faster and faster. He presses down on my clit as he fucks me with his fingers—slamming up into me until I swear my feet leave the floor every time he thrusts in. I bite down on my lower lip, forcing back the moans that threaten my sanity. They pile up inside my mind.

Sparks dance under my skin. Violence sings in my blood. I hate him. I want him. Fucking Isaac Icari is the goddamn devil.

“Come on, Sunshine.” At his urging, my hips start to rock against him. I can’t stop it. My body has left all sense of dignity behind. All of my self respect has fled in favor of the sensations coursing through me as Isaac’s fingers fill me to the brim. I close my eyes on the next upward thrust as the world explodes around me.

My lips part and a groan fills the space between us. Low and long, I shudder as my orgasm overcomes me. I never thought it was possible to come just from a man’s fingers, but I’m starting to realize that a lot of things are possible with Isaac where they wouldn’t be with others. The power with which he controls me is god-like. Dangerous.

I scream as his thumb slides over my clit again and instead of coming down from the first part of my release, I’m sent screaming into another one. Isaac slams his lips against mine to muffle the sound, swallowing my screams as I come apart under his ministrations.

My eyes roll back in my head and I shiver and shake against him. His tongue fills my mouth as his fingers fuck me into oblivion. I’m burning alive. He set me on fire and poured on the gasoline. It’s so good, it hurts. Tears leak out the sides of my eyes. I’m sure it’s ruining my makeup, but I don’t care. I’m drooling, sopping. A wet mess. Certainly not something any man would find attractive, but Isaac laps it up. He drains me of everything and eats it. Devouring me like a starving man.

When I’ve come down from the high of my second orgasm, I’m panting, my chest heaving up and down as I try to suck in all the oxygen that seemed to escape me in the last several minutes. I’m dimly aware of the fact that his fingers are still inside of me, that his hand is still between my thighs. Isaac carefully pulls free, and I wince as he leaves my body. My thighs are soaked and uncomfortably trembling as he lifts his hand.

The glint of the window’s light as his fingers hover between us makes my whole body flush with heat when I realize they’re absolutely covered in my wetness. He doesn’t hesitate. Isaac locks his eyes with mine and then slowly brings them to his lips. He sucks each one, individually, into his mouth, licking them clean.

“You taste like fucking nirvana, Aurora.”

I’m going to do it, I realize. More tears prick at my eyes as I shut them. Slowly—gently—he releases me. My hands drop back to my sides and his fingers find my hips to keep me upright. I’m trembling like a newborn calf.

“Shhhh.” Isaac pulls me into his body, offering his warmth. His hand touches the back of my head, stroking through my hair. I sniff hard. He’s probably getting my cum in my hair. I snort. What a stupid thing to think of. “Are you okay?” he asks, leaning back.

I turn away from him and wipe a finger under each of my eyes, brushing away the lightly smeared makeup. “I still don’t trust you, Isaac,” I say, “and whatever I tell my mom has nothing to do with you.”

“But you agree that she needs to get away from him?”

I don’t answer him. I don’t even look at him. I half expect him to stop me. To force a response when I turn away. He doesn’t stop me. He doesn’t say a word as I head towards the door, open it and step out into the hallway.

Don’t look back, Aurora,I tell myself.Just keep walking.

Even as I do, though, my chest feels like it’s caving in on itself. That fire from earlier is all but burned out, and I was right.

I fell. He pushed me over the edge and I fell fucking hard.

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