Page 95 of Torment Her (Rebels at Sterling Prep 5)

Until she turned up.

The second her eyes landed on me, my skin tingled with awareness and it ruined all the good my workout had done.

The tension was back, the fear was back. The images were back.

"K, what are you—"

"Just shut up, Conner. Shut. Up." Her hand presses against my mouth to ensure I do as I'm told.

My chest heaves as we stare at each other, the air between us crackling with tension and explosive chemistry that I'm terrified to give into.

She raises a brow. "You good?"

I nod once, although my real answer is going to depend on what she's planning.

She takes one step back, wraps her fingers around the hem of my shirt that I told her to sleep in last night, and pulls it from her naked body in one smooth move.

"Fuuuuck," I growl, taking in her perfect body. Her tits are round and full, her nipples pink, rosy, pert, and just begging to be sucked on. Her waist is tiny before her hips flare out, perfect to hold onto as I... I shake the thought from my head. I can't go there. I can't lose myself in my imagination or I'll ruin whatever her intentions are.

"Do you know how hot you looked doing that?" She flicks a glance over her shoulder to the punching bag.

A smile curls at her lips when she looks back at me and finds a smirk playing on mine.

"Yeah?" I ask. "Giving you ideas, huh?"

"Too right." She steps up to me. "The way your skin glistens, it makes me want to run my tongue over every inch of you."

My mouth waters and I swallow, her eyes dropping to where my Adam's apple bobs.

"It makes me want to find every single way to make you feel good. To make you forget about everything." Her eyes hold mine. "Everything apart from the two of us. Because when we're together, the rest of the world shouldn't exist."

I part my lips to respond, but she places two fingers against them and shakes her head.

"Don't talk. Don't think. Don't do anything."

One second, she's gazing up at me, her breasts brushing my chest with her closeness, and the next she’s dropping to her knees before me and pulling my shorts over my hips.

"Ken—" Her eyes fly to mine, cutting off my warning.

"What did I just say?" She quirks a brow and I slam my lips shut.

My head falls back against my mirror, my eyes closing as her small hand wraps around my hard length. My teeth grind as the sensation of her starting to jack me off flows through me.

"Just relax. I've got you," she whispers before the gentle lick of her tongue makes my hips thrust forward.

"Ken—"

"Trust me, Con. I won't let you do anything I don't want."

My jaw pops as I try to keep my head and allow her to do this. My fists clench, although I'm not sure if it's with my need to slide my fingers into her hair and pull her closer, forcing her to take me in her mouth, or to pull her away.

My head is so fucked up.

But the second she does slide forward, capturing me with her hot, velvety tongue, all thoughts fall from my head.

"Yessss," I hiss, and I swear she smiles around me.

Unable to keep my eyes closed and only imagining exactly how she looks right now on her knees before me, I drag my head forward and stare down at her.

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