Page 82 of Giving In

He chuckles at the way I try to avoid the topic and stops touching me altogether. I’m a panting, wet mess. He looks at me with a superior smile on his face and brings two fingers under my chin to tilt my head up.

“Fine. I’ll stop then.”

I writhe under his stare and shiver at the lack of his warmth against my skin. He notices straight away and digs his gaze in mine. I try to hold it, but I can’t. I break our staring contest as my gaze focuses on his right shoulder.

“Why don’t you want to let go, Angel? You could do it, just for me,” he whispers in a gravelly voice and I can feel the lust in his voice.

He lets go of my chin and takes a step back.

“Don’t try to act all understanding now, Jake. There’s no point. Not after what happened in the forest, not after breaking into my house or holding me at yours against my will.”

“Against your will,” he chuckles. “Please.”

Anger boils in my chest and my breathing accelerates. “Y-you blackmailed me with something you have no proof of!”

“I have proof, trust me. I’m trying to be nice here. I’m giving you a chance to stop fighting tooth and nail when you’re clearly attracted to me. You’re trying to avoid something that is inevitable.”

“It’s not inevitable,” I insist. Really, who does he think he is?

“Oh, Angel,” he mocks. “I’ll have taken your virginity before your mom even comes back from Tennessee.”

I scoff and fold my arms over my chest, trying to hide the embarrassment and hoping my cheeks are not as blushed as my belly feels tight.

“EvenIdon’t know when she’s coming back. It could be tomorrow.”

“Really? Maybe we should hurry up and get rid of it right this minute then,” he smiles.

I feel my nostrils flare-up at his cockiness. “In your dreams,” I spit.

“We do so much more in my dreams, Angel.”

“Really? Do you have something more cliché or are you done? Do you really pick up girls with these lines?”

“I don’t need to pick up girls. Unlike you, so desperate for punishment, they always do what I say.”

“I highly doubt that.” I try to shoulder past him, but he grabs my upper arm.

“Why didn’t you do as I asked, Angel?”

I frown, unsure what he means but decide to reply something I’m at least sure will be clear. “Because you can’tmakeme do anything, Jake.”

I only have time to see the flash of the monster, everything happens too fast. He turns me around and bends me over the sinks. I barely have time to unfold my arms to catch myself so that my head doesn’t hit the stone. I try to get back straight, but he pushes me back down with a firm palm between my shoulder blades.

“What are you–”

He cuts me off when he kicks my legs apart.

“Jake–”

“Shut up. You think I can’t make you do anything, baby? Think again. Think real fucking hard.”

I’m fighting to get back up but before I can go anywhere, he’s cupping me between my legs with a harsh and strong hand. I let out a desperate whimper. The effect he has on me is undeniable. Like a match lighting my body on fire. Even through the thickness of my pants and underwear he makes me feel amazing.

A weight lifts off my shoulders and I suddenly feel high on Jake. High on his touch, his scent, his voice. I let out a moan when he starts rubbing me through my pants. Everything picks up exactly where he left me a minute ago.

“What did my text say yesterday?” he asks in an authoritative voice.He pushes harder when I don’t answer.

“To wear a skirt,” I whimper.

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