Page 17 of Backstroke

“Don’t you ever walk away from me,” I snarl into her ear. She feels my warm breath on her skin, and despite her efforts to free herself, goosebumps erupt over her arms. This involuntary response betrays her inner turmoil. She’s clearly frightened by my intensity, but there’s also a spark of desire under her skin. She’s not going to submit easily, but where would the fun in that be anyway? Fallon’s refusal to bend to my will only hardens my resolve to dominate her in all ways.

My cock hardens from her continuous struggles against me, her body brushing against mine. I’m breathing heavily and staring down into her slate gray eyes.

“Remy, let me go,” she demands, her voice steady despite the panic I can see flickering in her eyes. Something about her fear turns me on even more.

“Not a chance.” I trap her wrists above her head with my hand, while my other trails down her sensuous body. She has fucking perfect curves that have my mouth watering. Her ass and tits would make any man drool. Fallon’s long blue hair falls over her shoulders and down to her waist, and I can’t help rememberingwhen my hands were tangled in it, holding her mouth in place. The memory ghosts a smile across my lips.

“Are you wet, Fallon?” I whisper and smile at her sudden gasp.

“What? No! Of course not!” But the pink spreading across her cheeks betrays her. She may think she hates me, but her body surely doesn’t. It knows I can give her exactly what she needs. She tries to hide her face behind my arm, but I grip her chin, forcing her to look at me.

“So, if I pulled these leggings down, you wouldn’t be soaked? Your virgin little cunt wouldn’t be aching to be taken?” I chuckle darkly when I see the look of disgust and arousal in her eyes.

“I never told you I was a virgin,” she counters with a smile, leaving me seeing red. I lean even closer, allowing her to feel all of me. Every rigid inch of me pressed against her stomach.

“Maybe I should see for myself.” Her smile fades, replaced with anger.

“Go find one of your little FishNettes to spread their legs for you if you’re so desperate to get your dick wet,” she spits. My hold on her tightens, giving me a smug satisfaction that I’ll leave my marks behind. I want everyone to see that she’s mine. This little brat has another thing coming if she thinks my interest in her can be diverted that easily. The more she fights back, the harder I get.

“Are you jealous of all the pussy I have following me around?”

“Oh yeah. You caught me. I’m desperately jealous of all the mindless bimbos that chase dumb swimmers.” She rolls her eyes.

“Fuck, I guess that mouth of yours didn’t learn a lesson the other night. I’ll try another way to get my point across.” My hand drops from her face to the waistband of her leggings. She tries to move her body, but I have her pinned in place. Her nipples pebble under her shirt.Interesting.Without taking my eyes from her, I slide my hand further down until I can feel her slickarousal coating my fingers. A smile crosses my face as I pull my hand out, dripping with her juices.

“Looks like someone is wet after all. Maybe you should shut the fuck up and just accept your fate.” I plunge my wet fingers into her mouth.

“Suck,” I demand. Her gaze widens in surprise, but she does as I say.

“Good girl,” I praise in her ear. Her body melts ever so slightly against mine. A small victory. I’ll take it. I sink a finger back into her tight pussy, wishing it was my cock instead.

A whimper escapes Fallon’s lips as I circle her clit with my thumb, plunging a second finger into her channel.Fuck, she’s gripping me already.To my surprise, she begins rocking herself against my hand.

“That’s it. Fuck my hand,” I purr.

“I hate you,” she chants, but it only makes me smile. This little vixen only hates how her body responds to my touch.

“I’m sure you do. That’s why you’re about to come all over my hand in the middle of the library.” Red flames her cheeks, but it doesn’t stop her orgasm as it barrels through her. I slam my hand over her mouth, allowing her hands to fall free from my grasp.

“Shhh, my little fox. You don’t want our peers to know what you really do when you come to the library,” I croon into her ear. She bites down on my hand, the pain shooting straight to my cock. Damn, this spitfire doesn’t know who she’s playing with.

My thumb continues its ministrations as I shove a third finger in her tight cunt. Fallon’s moans reverberate behind my hand as she falls over the edge to oblivion. Her pussy squeezes, coating my hand in her slick cum. Her body slumps against the shelves as I slip my hand from her leggings, righting them. I bring my fingers up to my mouth, tasting her sweet honey that explodeson my tongue. She stares at me with shock as I lick them clean then pull them from my mouth with a pop.

“Now, tell me again how much you hate me,” I smirk.

“Fuck you! This,” she gestures between us, “will never happen again.”

“I’m afraid you don’t make the rules around here. I’m the king of this school and I. Always. Get. What. I. Want. See you around, little fox.” I pull away with a wink, then leave her behind in stunned silence as I make my way out of the library.Oh, Fallon, we are just getting started, and I’m going to own every piece of you.

Eight

Fallon

Thatmotherfucker.I’m equally pissed off and turned on by his dominance. He thinks he can just waltz in here, blow my mind, then leave without a second glance. In the back of my head, Rowyn and Lyndsy’s warning rings out, warning me of the potential consequences of getting involved with someone like him. I need to stay clear of Remington Frampton. I don’t care if he knows how to play my body like an instrument. Nothing good can come from his sudden interest in me. Remy seems to be a force of nature, stirring up emotions that are both thrilling and dangerous.

No matter what Remy throws at me, I won’t let him break my spirit.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. I can’t let myself get swept up in his games and chaos. I’ve worked too hard to let someone like him derail me. But a part of me, the part that craves excitement and danger, can’t help but be drawn to him. His darkness calls out to mine, like a twisted beacon. I groan as I gather my things and leave the library, determined to put as much distance between us as possible.

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