Page 39 of Corrupt Obsession

“So, you kissed me.”

Her stomach writhed. “I-I don’t know why I did that.” When he continued to stare at her, she snapped, “We’ve kissed on the lips before.”

“By accident.”

“Yes, well, so was this.”

His eyes narrowed. “You really think I’m not going to tell Dad what happened today?”

“I don’t know why you would.” She was relieved to return to their real problem. “You’d be in just as much trouble as me! You beat the crap out of him! Dad won’t?—”

“Dad’s going to pat me on the back, and you know it. Dad warned you about boys like Tucker. Boys who will take advantage of your inexperience to pressure you into something you aren’t ready for.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and jutted out her hip. “Who says I’m not ready? I know what I want!”

His eyes darkened. “Do you?”

“Yes!” she said defiantly. “I’m not a little girl. I’m going to be a senior next year. I’m allowed to experiment if I want to! If I want him to…”

He closed the distance between them in two strides. She fell silent as he towered over her.

“You want him to what?”

Something about his tone caused the fine hairs on her nape to rise. The only sound in the room was her rapid breathing. As he stared at her, not speaking, her nipples hardened into points so sharp, they hurt. Embarrassed and confused, she stepped back and collided with the massive dresser.

“You want to experiment?” he asked softly as he crowded her.

She swallowed hard, heart thudding in her ears as she tried to think. His hand moved between them. She went cold when she felt a tug on her shorts. When he began to pull down her zipper, she clutched his wrist and shook her head. He held her gaze as he nudged her shorts down. Her breath halted when he cupped her like Tucker had. His fingers pressed against the gusset of her underwear. Not penetrating, but firm enough to push the material between her lips.

“How much have you experimented?”

His voice, rough with anger, caused her insides to clench. Warmth pooled low. To her horror, she felt herself secrete. She held her breath, hoping he wouldn’t feel her underwear dampen, but a second later, his fingers shifted, rubbed, and then his expression hardened.

He brushed her underwear aside and slipped a finger inside her. She let out a strangled yelp and banged into the dresser in a desperate bid to get away, but Jesse was relentless. His finger sank so deep, her mouth opened on a silent gasp.

“You’re soaked,” he growled against her temple and hissed when her pussy bathed him in more honey. “Christ.”

“I…” She closed her eyes as another finger joined the first. “Jesse.”

“How many times?” he growled.

She grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and tugged, unable to utter a single word. Her mind was whirling, emotions spiraling, back arching as he caused her womb to weep. She went on tiptoes as he sank deeper than her hairbrush ever had.

“How many times?” he bit out.

“I… I don’t know,” she babbled as her shorts dropped to her ankles, allowing her to spread her legs, which he immediately took advantage of.

“You’ve done it so many times, you didn’t keep count?”

His voice was so guttural she could barely understand him, but what he was saying didn’t matter when he was fingering her. Was this really happening? It couldn’t be. It was broad daylight. Jesse never did anything sexual during the day, but there was no denying he was definitely touching her.

Shock made her lightheaded. Jesse caught her as she began to sway. Her head swam as he picked her up and settled her on his bed. Her legs hung over the side as she lay on her back, chest pumping as she tried to wrap her mind around what was happening. She jerked as her underwear was dragged down her legs. When she heard a zipper being undone, she stopped breathing. She felt the coarse brush of his jeans against her shin as he stepped out of them.

“Jesse?” she whispered.

A large hand cupped the back of her knee and began to lift it, spreading her wide. Her hands dove between her legs to cover the heart of her that had been touched for the first time today by two different boys within the same hour. She should stop this. She should talk some sense into him, but one look into blue eyes that still glittered with banked rage made her body pliant in instinctive submission.

“I was so patient. I thought we had an understanding, but you gave yourself to him,” he growled as he dragged her ass to the edge of the bed.

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