Page 27 of Princess of Hawthorne Prep

His fingers slip beneath my chin and he turns it so that there’s no other choice but to meet his eyes.

“You’re right, I do. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to use your body every chance I get. Once I tire of it, you can run back to Jasper.” His other hand snakes under the hem of my skirt and settles over my pussy before giving it a possessive squeeze. “For the time being, this cunt belongs to me. Do you understand?”

I gasp when his grip tightens, the fingers sinking into the soft skin.

“Yes.”

He cocks his head. “Tell me why.”

“I…”

He shoves the flimsy cotton to the side and slides one finger deep inside until it’s buried to the hilt.

Sharp shafts of need explode in my core as he presses deeper, grinding his palm against my clit. “Tell me why I get to use and abuse this pussy any damn time I want. No matter where we are, you’ll allow me to do it.”

My mouth turns bone dry. As much as I want to glance away, that’s impossible. Heat gathers in my cheeks as my inner muscles unconsciously clench around his finger.

“So fucking needy, aren’t you?” he says with a laugh that borders on a growl. “Tell me you understand the situation and maybe I’ll let you come.”

A whimper slips from my lips as I flex my hips, trying to find a little friction.

His fingers bite into my chin. “I can’t hear you.”

My movements still as he holds me firmly in place. This time, when tears pool in my eyes, it’s for entirely different reasons. My pussy throbs around the thick digit buried deep inside my body.

As much as I want to tell him to go to hell, I can’t. The words refuse to budge from the tip of my tongue. Instead, I hear myself say, “Because you own me.”

“What do I own, sweet girl?”

Oh god.

“My pussy.”

“What else?”

I stare blankly until he taps my lips with his finger.

“My mouth.”

“That’s right. I own it all. Your titties and all your holes. They belong to me until I’m tired of them. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“And why am I doing this?”

“To make me pay.”

His face looms so close that I can feel his warm breath feather across my lips.

“And that’s exactly what I’m going to do—bring you to your knees and make you pay.”

The chill of his words sends a shiver skating down my flesh before settling in my core like a heavy stone. The most damning part is that I don’t know if I’m terrified or turned on.

Or maybe it’s a potent concoction of both.

And that’s more disturbing than anything else.

“Austin—”

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