Page 29 of I Despise You

Tell him to stop!

Push him away!

My body forgets to function.

My brain is a mess of panicky thoughts. But there’s something else too. That shot of electricity between my legs as Chase’s hand grabs my ass.

I open my mouth again, trying to force it to form words.

But Chase yanks my shirt up, and I want to hold on to it, but he’s too strong and too quick. My shirt ends up somewhere on the floor.

My hand catches his arm, but it doesn’t stop him from tugging my bra down, exposing my breasts.

His fingers pinch my nipple, and I let out a cry. I’m not sure if it’s surprise, shock, pain, or something else.

I don’t want to think about something else, but my body responds. It throbs with a sensation I haven’t felt before.

He kisses my shoulder, biting lightly, as his hands toy with my breasts.

“Cha—” I don’t get to finish the sentence because he pulls me with him.

My body slams against something hard. I’m bent over a desk, and a shiver runs through me as the cold surface connects with my heated skin.

My throat constricts, and I try to push myself up. Chase grips my arms and pins them on the small of my back. He has to be holding my wrists with one hand because I feel my skirt lifting. I know what he’s going to do, and I’m not ready.

I’m not ready.

I’m not ready.

I’m not ready.

He yanks my panties down.

Scream. I have to scream.

His fingers trace my opening so gently that it distracts me. He shifts, but he’s still gripping my wrists. His thumb rubs my clit, and I forget what it is that I need to do.

Something warm and wet presses against my slit, pushing my folds apart.

I can’t think.

All I can do is feel the pulsation of my body and the need waking up inside me.

His tongue. Oh hell.

It’s his tongue that’s twisting and twirling over my throbbing bud, every flick creating more and more pleasure.

One of his fingers dips inside me, and I tense, but a flick of his tongue over my clit relaxes my shoulders.

I should be able to move.

I should be able to get up.

But I can’t.

Chase’s finger moves faster, slipping in and out of me, and his tongue pushes harder against my sensitive flesh. A sound erupts from my throat. It’s loud and unexpected.

And it’s not a call for help.