Page 54 of Giving In

“I don’t have it!” I get up from the bed and hold onto his arm as he goes through the drawer of my desk. “Stop! Stop it!”

But he doesn’t listen, and it doesn’t change anything that I hold onto him. He just keeps searching, dragging me along with him. He grabs my arm and pushes me against the wall. He imprisons me with his arms and looks down into my eyes.

“I’m starting to lose patience, Angel.”

“Leave. My. House,” I say through gritted teeth.

He looks lazily from my eyes to my toes and back up before grabbing my jaw again. I instinctively push at his chest.

He chuckles. “You really are a little fighter, aren’t you? It’s cute.” He grabs both my wrists in one hand and pins them above my head. “It’s cute but you don’t know me, Jamie. You don’t know what I’m capable of. I’m a predator, do you understand that? I always get what I want, fighting only makes it more painful.”

“You’re not a predator, you’re a psychopath,” I seethe.

“Maybe I’m both,” he smiles. This is so funny to him. “If you don’t want to tell me where it is. I’ll have to start searching thoroughly.”

His free hand goes down to my waist and he untucks my polo.

“Don’t. Jake, stop.”

Couldn’t sound less convincing if I tried.

“Feel free to tell me where the phone is anytime and I’ll stop searching,” he says as his hand slips under my top.

My brain turns liquid when his hand touches my skin.

Just tell him where the phone is.

And ruin the only chance I have at looking into what happened to my brother? I don’t think so. I can do this. I’m bigger than his intimidating techniques. Stronger. Jake White does. Not. Scare. Me.

You keep telling yourself that.

His touch is light as a feather but his hand so firm that I don’t dare move an inch. My skin is burning under him and my breath stays stuck in my throat. He skims over my waist and my belly before creeping up higher. He hooks his index finger under my bra and follows all the way to the back.

For a second, I’m scared he’ll unhook it, but he slides back to the front and lets go of it. Before I know, his hand goes up and his knuckles graze against my hardened nipple. I think it’s an accident but a second later he grazes harder on the other one and I inhale a sharp breath.

“J-Jake...”

“Ssh. Unless it’s to tell me where the phone is. Keep quiet.”

He tightens his grip on my wrists and gets closer as I squirm under his touch. The raw crispness of his scent is making me dizzy with pleasure. Or maybe it’s his violently soft touch. I’m lost in the sensuality of it and I can’t think clearly.

His hand leaves my body and emerges from under my top. A shiver runs through me at the withdrawal of his warmth, but I quickly feel it again against my leg. I wonder why my stockings are not protecting my legs anymore. Did he take them off? No, the memory of ditching them when I lay on the sofa comes back to me and goes away as quickly as it came when his hand slithers up my thigh.

“Spread those pretty legs for me, Angel.”

My breath is so ragged I panic at the fact that I can’t control it anymore. When I don’t move, he knocks my foot with his and keeps his leg between mine, his knee against the inside of my thigh, keeping my legs spread. My panic is quickly overtaken by a thrilling pleasure again. His hand leaves a hot trail behind every inch of my skin it touches. I’m scared. Not because I want him to stop but because I don’t. Because I don’t want him to get any closer to the proof of my body betraying me.

He wraps his hand around my upper thigh when he gets to the top. It’s so tight that I let out a strange noise. Something between a mewl and a moan. I want to clench my thighs, hide from his touch but his leg is keeping me spread out for him.

He slowly releases his tight grip on my thigh and lets his thumb trail between my legs. As soon as he touches the outside of my underwear I shiver and let out a heavy breath. He roams around and feels my underwear before letting out a low chuckle.

He knows. There is no way he didn’t feel how soaked they are.

“Fuck. You’re so wet for me, baby.” He grazes the outside of my panties with his knuckles. Too light. Not enough. I need more.

I buck my hips, releasing a choked, begging moan, and before I can get the pressure I need, he takes his hand away. I let out a crying, frustrated whimper. His mocking laugh now sounds crystal clear to my ears. I snap my eyes open. I didn’t even realize I had closed them.

“What did you think was gonna happen Angel? I told you. I’m looking for the phone. Nothing else.”

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