Page 113 of Give In

“You know that’s not how this works.” I opened my mouth, but he continued, adding, “And you know you like it.”

“I don’t.”

“Such nasty lies out of such a sweet, fuckable mouth.” He took another step forward just as noise filled the hallway. “Should I prove how much you like it? How quickly you’d get off if I shoved my fingers into your tight pussy and finger fucked you right now?”

Shaking my head frantically, I kept an ear out for anyone around.

“I can see your hard nipples through your shirt. You’re wet right now, aren’t you?”

I was. My panties were drenched, and I didn’t need to look down to see that my nipples were tight, making my bralette a pointless torture device, the lace scrapping painfully at my oversensitive peaks.

“How wet are you?” he prodded.

Swallowing hard, I whispered, “Soaked.”

“Who’s in control, Eden?”

“You are, Professor Caine.”

A guttural noise traveled through him, burrowing itself into my memory.

My go-to list of fictional lovers have nothing on that noise. I could come from just that on repeat.

Slowly and purposefully, he pushed the heel of his palm into his hard-on before adjusting himself. I caught a glimpse as he freed part of it, positioning it so his waistband held the thick length covertly against his belly rather than noticeably down his thigh. “Be at my place when I get home. Now go.”

I practically ran up the stairs before pausing at the door. “And if I’m not?”

Damien didn’t hesitate, his answer matter of fact. “I’ll find you and bring you back where you belong.”

*******

Damien

I wasn’t surprised to see Eden’s car in my driveway when I got home from work, and it had nothing to do with my threat. She’d have been there anyway because she was almost as desperate for it as I was.

Lack of surprise didn’t mean I wasn’t damn happy, though.

Sleeping with her in my arms was addicting. As was showering with her, eating with her on my lap, and just eating her. None of it was as addicting as hearing her talk. Seeing the fire in her eyes, the passion in her voice, and the brilliance in her words. Just the thought of playing devil’s advocate to get her reaction made me hard.

As I pulled my car into my driveway, I almost parked next to hers, but changed my mind and blocked her in.

Because before I could feed my girl, I needed to punish her. And with what I had in mind, she could actually try to run.

Trybeing the operative word.

Getting out, I slammed my door hard enough for her to hear. I could picture her jumping, which made my dick jump, too. My dick, brain, heart, and soul all wanted to get to her, but when I climbed onto my porch, I stopped to grab the mail, taking my time to flip through it.

After a minute, I heard movement inside. Another minute, and I saw the curtain shift before more rustling.

She’s pacing.

I bit back a grin and choked on a groan.

The longer I waited, the more her anticipation would grow. Her nervousness.

Her desire.

When I didn’t think either of us could take any more, I opened the door.