Page 60 of Giving In

“You don’t have to knock, idiot,” I say as I push her on the bed.

She lets out a small yelp as her back hits the mattress, but it doesn’t stop me from going after her. Her knees are bent on the edge of the bed and her legs dangling, her foot unable to reach the floor. I’m still holding one of her wrists and pin it above her head before I drop on top of her. I put my other hand beside her shoulder, staying well above her and slide one knee between her legs.

My t-shirt looks ten times too big on her and it reaches mid-thigh. I spread her legs a little further apart with my knee and her free hand tries to keep the t-shirt down.

“Don’t,” she whispers in a weak attempt to stop me.

Jamie fucking Williams, I need to have her. To control her. To break her.

I shake my head trying to calm down the devil in me.

I put my free hand on her jaw, running my thumb on her bottom lip.

“Are you naked under this?”

I can see her struggling to swallow as she blushes. “I don’t–I don’t have any clean underw–”

“Mm, I know that.” I can feel my voice getting lower and raspier. My cock is so hard in my pants the button might pop open soon.

I press my thumb hard against her lips and she goes to protest but as soon as her mouth parts open, I push it inside.

“Suck.”

Her pleading eyes are making me harder if that is even possible.

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” I growl.

I can see her hesitating; one hand is stuck in my fist and she’s not sure what to do with the other: keep her pussy hidden from me or try to pull my hand away from her mouth.

I push my thumb slightly further in her mouth and she instantly starts sucking.

“Not like that. Wrap your lips around it,” I order. She executes straight away. “Fuck,” I let out in a raspy breath. It’s so warm and wet, I could come right now.

I lower myself, my arm struggling to hold my body weight under the pleasure.

She tries to say my name, but it comes out muffled. She squirms under me when my chest meets her hard nipples through the shirt. I bring my knee higher, and higher until I come in contact with the hotness between her legs.

She’s soaking.I can feel it through my pants. I want to listen to the evil in me and take her right here, right now. Luke is right, I love them tiny and breakable.

You’re taking this too far.

That’s the controlled voice of reason.

My head falls in the crook of her neck as I battle with the angel and demon on each of my shoulders.

Her tongue swipes around my thumb, her hips buck, her core grinding on my knee and I fucking lose it. I let the demon win without an ounce of hesitation.

I take my thumb out of her mouth to bring my hand down between her legs and as I push her hand away from the hem of the shirt her trembling voice reaches my ears.

“P–please, Jake, stop...”

Yes, keep her begging, the demon says.

But when I snap my eyes back up to hers, I jerk away and back up in a split second. Those begging, scared eyes. What do they see in me?

As soon as I’m up she scrambles higher on the bed. When her back hits the headboard she brings her knees to her chest, wrapping the shirt all the way over her ankles.

“Fuck, Jamie…” I say through gritted teeth. Why am I mad at her right now? Because she was scared I was going to take it too far?

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