You’re Mine by Penny Brooks
Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Easton

“Don't.” Harper's voice is soft, luscious in all the right places that hit meyet again in all the places I should not be thinking about when it comesto her. What the hell is with this girl lately? Furthermore, what the hell'swith me? It's driving me insane how she bothers me.

The way I want to attack her more and more, like I crave her tears justas much as her smiles.

How sick is that?

She leans back in her seat, then looks over her shoulder at me, and all Ican focus on is that lush mouth and how it would taste, which iscomplete bullshit and probably means I need to get my head examinedfor a concussion.

I wait for her words, and I fucking hate that I want to know what she'llsay. I want to know if she’s in pain, if she wants to kill me, if I've donemy job in making sure she understands that this is a no fly zone-she’snot welcome here, not near our little friend group when she’s trying toreplace herself in front of all of us, mainly me.

“Don't, what?” I grin.

Her breath comes out in a soft exhale.

“...ry to pay attention,” Mr. Egis says as the lights lower.

The movie turns on and we're blanketed in semi-darkness. For somereason, even with a kid named Eugene on my right and a Steve on myleft drawing lame hearts in his binder-the moment feels sexual.

I ignore the way she’s semi looking back at me. Her teeth bite down onher lower lip, like she’s thinking of what to say. Does she realize whatthat's doing to me-to any guy who has eyes?

I imagine too many things. Things like tossing her against this flimsydesk and tugging the hell out of

her hair until she screams with pain and pleasure.

“Don't bother. I can replace my own guy, one who doesn't yell at me, talkdown to me, or make me feel stupid when I know I'm the smartest onein the room.” She smiles sweetly. “You'll just injure a brain cell, and weknow you're running short on those.” Her eyelashes flutter and I'mnearly lost.

I don't often get talked to that way and it's kind of turning me on more-more than it should.

She turns back around.

I tap her shoulder

“What?” She snaps in a sexy

whisper

“You don’t need brain cells to give someone an orgasm.”

“You're insane,” s he hisses.

“Want a demonstration of what you're missing?”

What am I even saying right now? I don’t like her! I just like her mouth!This is getting out of control, this weird need to shove her away andthis angry need to pull her close only so I can hurt her and lick hertears.

Therapy. I need to look into it.

But I can't stop talking

“I think you need one..." I nod my head, mind made up. “I mean, ofcourse, with your consent.”

“Touch me and I'm breaking your dick in half.” Her words say one thing,but I see the way her body arches back a bit, and how she crosses herlegs.

“Feeling wet?” I whisper.

She gasps.

Her ears turn red at the tips.

“Need something to relieve that perfect pressure?” 1 go on. “I bet Icould help. I bet one touch from my fingers would get you off so hardyou'd be coming for weeks.”

“You're full of shit.” She swallows.

So, I raise my damn hand.

“Put your hand down.” Her voice is panicked.

Good. She should be.

“Yes, Easton?” Mr. Egis looks annoyed.

“Sorry, but I just noticed that Harper nearly fainted. She didn't eat muchfor lunch and was embarrassed to say something. Can I take her to thenurse?"

“Sure.” It's so easy with him, he just wants to retire and add vodka to hiscoffee. He grabs a pass and walks it over to us. “Straight to the

nurse's office.”

“Of course,” I lie and reach for Harper. “Up you go.”

Her eyes say she’s going to kill me, but she still comes, so what doesthat mean? God, I can't wait to pleasure her and ruin her life becausewhen would it ever be this good for her?

Never. The answer is never.

We exit the classroom together and I grab her hand, looking both waysdown the hall before I drag her into the closest janitor's closet, flippingon the light and turning the lock when we're tucked inside.

She shoves my chest really hard.

“What the hell are you doing?”

"Oh, I thought you understood.” I smile and tilt her chin toward minewith my fingertips. “I'm giving you a sample of what you'll never have.Think of it as a gift.”

She tries to shove me again, but I catch her wrists in my hands anddrive her back toward the door, pinning them above her. Her chestheaves.

I lean in, my lips at her ear. “Scared?”

“Never,” she replies instantly.

“Babe, you really should be.”

I don't hesitate.

I also refuse to kiss anyone after Aisha—I'm waiting for my dream girl,but this girl also really needs a lesson right now, so I suck on her neck,biting into her. The scent hits me, strong and tropical. She smells good,so good. Why is it familiar?

She doesn’t moan or even so much as move.

I tug at the front of her jeans and undo the buttons. “If I touch youhere, will you be wet for me, Harper? Fucking begging for it?”

She lifts her lips just slightly.

It's all the invitation I need.

“Remember,” I say as my fingers

slowly dip into the front of her lace panties, “t his is going to ruin youfor life. I hope you're ready. And when I get you off, I want a politethank you for the demonstration of a life you can only dream of. A lifeyou'll never have.”