Page 33 of You Were Never Not Mine

I can’t wait to find out—no. I can’t find out. I need to walk out of here. Now.

“I don’t think I can go through with this,” I whisper.

He doesn’t react whatsoever. Just watches me with that contemptuous expression on his face. Like he’s disappointed by what I’m saying. I’m sure he is.

“I’m going to leave,” I continue.

He chuckles and steps away from the door that he was blocking. “Go ahead.”

I remain where I stand, my hands braced on the counter behind me, shivers slowly taking over my body. I don’t move and he knows he’s got me where he wants me, slowly approaching like a cat toying with a mouse, until he’s standing so close to me, my chest brushes his every time I take a breath.

“You haven’t left.” He states the obvious.

“I’m going to.” I take a deep breath. “Right now.” My exhale is shaky, giving away my nerves.

August settles his hand on my waist, light enough that I could slip away from him if I wanted. He takes another step forward, our feet becoming tangled with each other, and when he dips his head, I close my eyes and tilt my head back, waiting for the sweet sensation of his mouth brushing mine.

It doesn’t happen. Disappointment floods me and I open my eyes to find him watching me carefully. Close enough that I can make out every tiny pore on his face. The faint scar just at the corner of his lips. Those lips part, his gaze searching, and I’m enthralled with the fact that his face is perfectly smooth. Not a patch of skin was missed when he shaved and I want to touch him. See if his skin is as smooth as it looks.

“I shouldn’t kiss you,” he murmurs. “I should make you wait.”

“Why?” I breathe, dismayed at what he’s saying. That’s what I was most looking forward to.

Oh God, I am seriously going to hell for what I’m doing right now. On a date with one boy and letting another one—I seriously cannot refer to August Lancaster as aboy, what is wrong with me—touch me. Wanting him to actually kiss me.

“You’ve tortured me all fucking night with your taunting words and the scent of your hair.”

I blink at him, shocked by his words. “Wait, what?”

He ignores my question and presses his face against my neck, making me moan the moment his lips make contact with my sensitive skin. I keep my grip tight on the tiled edge of the bathroom counter, my eyes falling closed the moment I feel his tongue sneak out for a lick.

Oh. God. What is he doing to me?

“You’re a bad girl, Sin,” he whispers against my throat, his fingers sliding up, settling just under my chin and jaw, his entire hand wrapped around the front of my neck. “Sneaking into the bathroom with me while your date waits for you.”

Guilt crashes over me and I’m about to pull away when he settles his other hand between my legs, cupping me there like he owns it and even through the thick denim of my jeans, I can feel him. My clit pulsates, eager to feel his bare fingers on my flesh, and I wonder if that’s going to happen.

I hope so.

“Undo your jeans for me. Show me what you’ve got.” His deep, rough voice seems to reach right inside me, making me quiver, and without hesitation, I release my hold on the counter and unsnap and unzip my jeans, my fingers fumbling with eagerness. He removes his hand from me to get out of my way and the fly of my jeans flops open, showing off my very basic, very boring black cotton panties.

August takes a step away from me, his gaze dropping to my crotch, his gaze going molten hot. There is no warning for whathe does next. Just slides those long, thick fingers into the front of my jeans, cupping me there again, but this time there’s only a thin cotton barrier between his hand and me.

I jerk against his palm with a gasp, my eyes falling closed, and he removes his hand, leaving me bereft. “Open your eyes, Sin. Watch me.”

My eyelids are heavy, but I open them, ensnared by the darkness of his gaze, my lips falling open when those fingers slide back in. Beneath my panties now, touching my bare flesh. Tangling in my scant pubic hair. He pauses, a frown appearing on his stupidly beautiful face.

“You don’t wax your pussy?”

I slowly shake my head, unable to form words. There is no point for me to wax or anything like that. No one has ventured down south save for me.

“Next time I see you, I want this cunt completely bare. Not a single hair left behind.” He presses against my lower lips, spreading them open with two fingers and sinking into nothing but embarrassing wetness. “Look at you. Soaked, despite your hatred for me.”

I hate him. I do. Calling my vagina a cunt and demanding I shave it bald for him. Who the hell does he think he is? I refuse to do anything that he asks again because this was a huge mistake. One I might never come back from because God, the guilt. The guilt swarms all around me, enveloping me completely, and I sway against him, my head falling back, tears stinging the corners of my eyes.

August removes his hand from inside my panties and drops to his knees in front of me, taking my jeans down with him. I almost scream, the move is so shocking and when I glance down at him, he grins the evilest smile that I’ve ever seen in my life as he slowly eases my underwear down. His focus returns to what he’s revealing, my panties sliding down past my hips until they’re about mid-thigh.

“Spread your legs,” he demands and I comply like the weak, stupid girl I am, and oh God, his mouth is on me. On my pussy. His tongue and his lips and his teeth doing something to me that has my legs shaking and my hands settling on top of his head. I sink my fingers into his soft hair, holding him to me, and he doesn’t seem to mind as he eats at me. Licks and sucks with such infinite precision, I’m already on the verge of orgasm.

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