Page 37 of The Wallflower

“Okay, then why me? I’m no one. A book nerd who tutors for extra money, has no popularity, and is attending on a scholarship sponsored by some rich, elite family.”

With a soft chuckle, he lifts me by the chin and meets my eyes. "That’s where you’re wrong, flower. You’re the most interesting thing in my life at this very moment. Lucky for you, I don’t care about your reputation or popularity. Nor do I care about the dollar signs in your bank account. You’re far more unique than any of those social standards. Something about you draws me in. It makes me curious, and the more you fight against me, the more I want to grasp onto you. The more I want to know about you. Fate brought us together, and I want to test it out. See what happens next. Now, let me show you what I want from you.”

His huge hands skim up my arms and then cup around my neck, coming to rest against my cheeks. Maybe it's because I remember how his hands felt on my body that night. How high I got when I finally accepted I'd been caught. I was a rabbit in a trap, and Drew was the hunter. I don’t know, but I don’t want to push his hands away, while at the same time, the fear thickening in my stomach makes it hard for me to just give in to this.

He's demanding and brutish. Arrogant and spoiled, and worst of all, I don't like him. Not really. My body, however, wants to explore all the things he’s offering. The slightest touch of his hands on my skin has my nipples hardening and my core clenching. I’m already wet just from the barest of touches. Shivers wrack my body, and I can’t stop them. He looms over me, letting me shake in his grasp, almost like he's enjoying it.

"Are you going to try to run? Make me chase you or hunt you down?” His breath fans against my ear, and I swear my shivering intensifies. “Remember how well that went last time? You thought you were going to get away, but you didn’t. I caught you right between my teeth. It was only us out in those woods,at least for the most part. Here, students are everywhere. Do you want to give them a show? I could bend you over in the middle of the atrium, rip off your jeans, and sink into that hot pink cunt of yours. Is that what you want? Maybe that should be your punishment for sassing me.”

My eyes bulge out of my head. The mere thought of him taking me in front of students and staff. I can feel the heat rising, embarrassment climbing up my neck.

“You’re looking a little sick. Are you sure that’s what you want? Do you want me to fuck you in front of everyone just to prove a point?”

I whimper and shake my head. "No. Please. I don’t want that."

His gaze sharpens. "Okay, then you need to listen to me and do as I say. My patience is dwindling by the second. I’ve wanted to touch you since the moment I sank inside you the first time. I did what I could to stay away, but denying myself what I want isn’t something I typically have to do. And well, your fire and fight turn me on. I'm closer to the edge of snapping than I care to admit, so let me touch you. Let me do what I want, and maybe I'll allow you to go for a while longer.”

"A little while?" I whisper.

"If I didn't make it clear enough for you that night, I’ll explain again: this isn’t a one-time thing. Until I say otherwise, you're mine and belong to me. I will do whatever I want with you when I want to. Your opinion doesn’t matter to me, only my wants and needs, but don’t get it twisted. You’re a possession, a pretty little trophy I get to set on my shelf. Be good, and I’ll show you the most intense pleasure, but try to fight me, and you’ll be in for a world of hurt." He bites off the last words with an almost angry click of his teeth. His even, shiny white teeth… I'm wondering how they'd feel on my skin, in my neck, my shoulder, my ass. Stupid. I can’t be thinking like this.

As if he can read my mind, he gives me a small, knowing smile. "You're going to be a good girl and do what I tell you to."

Tired of his arrogance, I thrust my chin up and glare. "And if I don’t?"

The darkness of his eyes seems to go deeper, and his face comes down to my level like a predator scenting his prey. "Do it. Run. We both know how it will end. Plus, it turns me the fuck on to chase you down and force my cock inside you. Maybe I’ll claim your second virgin hole just to prove a point."

“You’re an asshole,” I growl, but any future words are cut off when he shoves three fingers past my lips and curls his palm around the rest of my mouth, securing his hand under my chin.

"I’m so much worse than an asshole, but if you behave, you’ll never have to experience that side of me. Now be good, and let me touch you. I’m dying to touch you, flower.”

I whimper as he shoves at the waist of my jeans, pushing them down to my knees.Oh my god.We can’t do this here. What if someone catches us? I struggle in his grasp, ready to kick him in the junk to get away if I have to. I should’ve done it earlier. Why didn’t I? With his body situated the way it is, I can’t get my knee close enough to his junk.

"Shhh. Calm down. If I wanted someone to see you like this, we’d have just stayed at the tables.”

I want to growl at him, but all I can do is stare at him with a pleading look, hoping he can see the fear painted in my features. “If it helps any, I don’t share, at least not usually. I’m very possessive of my toys.”

Toys?I’m not a possession. I’ve already told him this.

I attempt to open my mouth wider around his fingers so I can speak, but that backfires on me, and he takes the opportunity for what it is and shoves his fingers deeper. I gag on the thick digits, and pleasure zips straight through me and into my pulsing core.

I’m both furious and turned on, but at the moment, I’m more turned on than angry.What is wrong with me?Clearly, I have lost my damn mind because I continue to let this charade go on. My core pulses, burning with need, and all I can do is squeeze my thighs together and babble as I beg him to touch me where I need it most.

A need I hadn't ever really felt… until that night in the woods.

His hot breath fans against my ear. “I wasn’t lying to you. I’ve been thinking about touching you since the second you ran off on me, and I’ve wanted to fuck you again since the moment I finished the first time. I didn’t even wash your blood off my cock right away. I’m invested in you, flower…”

His lips nibble along my throat, and my every breath becomes a pant.

“It’s really your own doing that you’re here in this situation, about to be finger fucked against a dusty bookshelf. If only you had kept your pretty mouth shut…maybe I wouldn’t have noticed you. Who knows, maybe I would have anyway.”

A gurgling sound escapes my throat as he alternates between sucking on my neck and nipping at it with his teeth. The evidence of my arousal pools between my legs. I’m so turned on, it’s embarrassing. Using his knee, he roughly shoves my legs apart. The fabric of his jeans is cold against my bare flesh. My nipples ache right along with the spot between my legs.

"Fuck, flower. I thought you hated me.” He pulls away and directs his attention to the space between my thighs. The insides are coated and slick with arousal. "This doesn’t look like hate, baby.”

I’m so overcome with the need for release that I let his statement go, and instead, I try to press against him to gain more friction, anything really, so I'm not standing bare ass in the library for nothing.

“So greedy, yet you ran away from me in the woods. If I knew you were such a whore for my fingers, maybe I’d have offered you those first.”

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