Page 18 of Wicked Surrender

Sliding my finger into her mouth as she gasped and moaned.

Then—

I narrowed my eyes, refusing to let my filthy visions distract me.

I was here to torment her.

Not lust after her.

“Laura,” she said meekly and quietly as she lifted her hand for a shake.

I sneered at her introductory gesture. I was in no fucking mood to be polite.

“I know who you are,” I reminded her. “Second-Best Chen.”

The tip of her tongue darted out to trace her lip as she lowered her gaze. “And you’re Jason Reeves. Here to be tutored, so?—”

“Don’t gloat,” I warned.

She blinked, raising her brows like she couldn’t follow. “I’m… I’m not. I’m just saying that you’re here to be tutored, so we should just begin.” Again, she swallowed, as if her mouth were dry.

“We should begin what?” I taunted, putting all my anger into my words. “We should begin with your acting like you know what the fuck you’re talking about?”

“I…” She closed her lips and looked down again.

“Or are you too shy to get a sentence out?”

She furrowed her brow, glancing at me. “I’m…”

“What?” I taunted, fully aware that I was projecting my anger on her at being humiliated like this. The idea of someone—especially her—tutoring me was an insult. “You’re what? Other than too fucking scared to even speak.”

“I’m…” She drew in a deep breath, and the motion made her upper body heave so much that I couldn’t help but notice her tits. Fuck, I bet she had an even bigger rack than her sister.

Noticing my stare, she tugged the hem of her collar higher. I couldn’t see anything to begin with, what with her dressed like a boring old prude, a plain T-shirt and sweater on although summer was so near.

“I’m here to tutor you until you decide not to bother,” she said quietly, yet confidently.

“Until what?” I demanded, leaning over to scowl at her.

“Until you decide not to bother.”

I watched her as she opened books, setting them out for me to see.

The nerve of this bitch. She was counting on me to quit. To fail.

“I have a list of your courses, so I got some books that should accompany the material in those classes. I’m not sure where you’d like to start, but?—”

“We can start with your losing that attitude.”

She furrowed her brow again, shaking her head. “I don’t… What attitude? I’m here to help you.”

“You’re here to dismiss me,” I argued. She was counting on me to not stick with this, and somehow, that pissed me off even more.

Not a chance, sweetheart.

I ground my teeth, looking forward to making her miserable.

You’re not getting rid of me that easily.

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