King of Corium (Corium University Trilogy 1)

Now that she is closer, I can see she is shaking. Taking the room temperature into consideration, I figure it must be from the cold.

“Are you just going to gawk at me for an hour?” She folds her arm over her stomach, not covering up her tits, but to keep warm, I’m guessing.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll be doing much more than looking at you, and since you keep mouthing off like a brat, I think I’ll treat you like one too.”

16

ASPEN

Why can’t I just keep my mouth shut for once?

Then again, Quinton wouldn’t use a free-for-all hour to have a chat about my book. He came here to hurt me and play out his sick fantasies. No matter what I do or say, we always end up here… with Q eyeing me like I’m a lamb ready for the slaughterhouse.

“Turn around,” he orders, his voice more raspy than usual.

Against every fiber in my body, I spin around slowly until my back is turned to him all the way. At least I can momentarily let my mask slip. It’s tiring to pretend not to be scared. No matter how much I tell myself that this is the better option, knowing that I’m giving my virginity to someone who loathes me is not what I wanted.

Especially not here, in this shithole of a room that doesn’t even have a real bed. Which means that not only will my first time be with Quinton, but it will also be on a dirty floor of a school I hate. Tears prick at my eyes, but I blink them away. I’m not gonna cry about this. At least it’s my choice, and it’s not Matteo forcing me.

I’m so lost in thought that I flinch when Quinton touches my back.

“Relax,” he grunts as if him ordering me to relax would actually work.

He grabs my hips and pulls me even closer to him until my legs are wedged between his. My breath hitches when his hands move to my ass, massaging each cheek before spreading them apart like he is inspecting me. I feel so exposed and humiliated, I could cry, and I’m so fucking glad I’m turned away from him because there is no way I could hide the way I’m feeling right now.

“Sit on my lap,” Quinton directs while already pulling me down onto him.

My cold, naked skin meets the welcoming warmth of his fully clothed body, and I lean back on instinct, trying to get closer.

He wraps his arms around me from behind, cupping my breasts in his palms as he buries his face in my hair.

“Move your hips, grind your ass over my dick.”

Closing my eyes, I start to shimmy my butt, dragging it over his already hard cock. He groans, letting his hands fall from my breasts, and grabs my hips instead, guiding me to move the way he wants.

“Like this,” he says, returning to play with my tits while I keep the rhythm he set.

He rolls both of my nipples between the tips of his fingers, making me gasp with shock. It’s almost painful, but not quite. Goose bumps spread across my skin, and for the first time, it’s not from being cold. A low heat builds deep in my core, and it’s one I’ve never felt before.

That heat evaporates into thin air when Quinton opens his mouth again, ruining the moment. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

My body goes stiff, only making him chuckle.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re nice and wet. I’ll even make you come as long as you do as I say.” I know he is patronizing me, but his words set off a swarm of butterflies in my belly. No one has ever made me come, and if he lets me enjoy this too, it won’t be so bad. Maybe I can pretend that I didn’t sell my virginity, even if it is for safety.

“Spread your legs and hook them over mine.”

As instructed, I let my legs fall open and dangle over his spread knees. Cold air washes over my exposed center, sending a shiver down my spine. He repositions me slightly, so his hard cock is nestled between my ass cheeks. Again, I’m glad I’m facing away so he can’t see my face redden in shame.

His right hand moves from my boob back down, over my stomach, then lower and lower. His fingers brush over my spread folds, and I freeze, my body going rigid again as his fingertips run over my clit slowly.

“I didn’t say to stop moving,” he whispers into the shell of my ear while he leisurely draws small circles over the small bundle of nerves.

“Sorry… I…” I what? I can’t think with him doing that. My brain seems to be fried at the moment. I try to continue rolling my hips like he showed me, but my movements are choppy and uncontrolled now.