King of Corium (Corium University Trilogy 1)

She flops back down onto the bed, so she is flat on her back, and lets me clean her up. “The laundry people won’t take my clothes, so I have to wash them in my shower, but I don’t have laundry detergent, so I have been using hair shampoo. Until now at least, because I’m running out, and I would rather wash my hair than clothes.”

“I’ll get you more shampoo… maybe for an extra thirty minutes a week, I’ll even have them do your laundry.”

“Is that what you would do if you accidentally got me pregnant? Barter with me for everything? An extra hour for child support? Or would you just get rid of me altogether?”

“Shut up!” I bunch up the cloth in my hand and throw it across the room. She has no idea the nerve she just struck. I get back on the bed, and Aspen tries to jump out. I grab her and push her back onto the mattress.

Anger surges through me as my mind is running rampant. Is that how I came to be? Did my father sleep with the enemy? Did my father hate my birth mother, and did she hate him so much that she didn’t want me?

“Quinton,” she says like a prayer. A prayer for mercy.

I grab her throat with one hand, not squeezing but holding her firm enough to make her stop talking. Her hands come up, and her fingers wrap around my wrist. “I need you to listen carefully and do exactly what I say because right now, I’m on an edge you don’t want me to go over. Do what I say, and I won’t hurt you.”

She nods slightly, fear pooling in the depth of her hazel eyes.

“I’m going to release you for a second, and you’re to grab your ankles and spread your legs for me,” I order.

She is hesitant, and I can feel her throat as she does her best to swallow down her fear. She slowly releases my arms, and a moment later, I release her throat and ease back, giving her room to move. Like a mouse that’s afraid of getting caught in a trap, she moves hesitantly. When she has a firm grip on her ankles, I say,“Now, don’t move.”

Moving back into place, I wrap my hand around her delicate throat. My grip on her throat is loose, and I use my free hand to explore her body.

I trail my fingers down her breast and stomach slowly, drawing a shiver out of her when I get below her belly button. Gently, I run the tip of my fingers through her folds, drawing a whimper from her lips.

“Does this hurt?” I ask, my anger disappearing rapidly as she hands over control to me. When she shakes her head, I part her lips and press my thumb to her clit. Her eyes flutter closed, and her head tips back into the pillow.

I rub lazy circles over the small bundle of nerves until her back arches off the bed, and her breathing is labored. She keeps her eyes closed the whole time, probably not wanting to see who is bringing her pleasure like this. She still won’t admit that part of her wants me.

Her face is flush, and a hue of red is spreading out across her chest and cheeks, the same beautiful shade of pink of her cunt at the moment.

Keeping pressure on her clit with my thumb, I use my finger to fuck her pussy with gentle strokes. I can still feel my cum inside her, which has my dick going hard all over again.

Leaning down, I take one of her nipples between my lips and suck on it. That’s what drives her over the edge. Her whole body arches off the bed, pushing her tit into my mouth. Her pussy contracts around my finger as a strangled moan falls from her lips.

By the time she comes down from her high, her eyes are closed, and her body is slack. I’m half a second away from flopping down beside her and pulling her back into my hold, but I know that’s a terrible idea. I can’t stay here any longer. Ren is probably wondering where the hell I am, and I hate lying to him.

Spending the night in Aspen’s room is going to raise enough questions as it is. Staying past breakfast is going to be unexplainable.

I pull my finger out of her and get off the bed. She immediately rolls to her side and tucks her legs up like she is going back to sleep. I take her bare, thoroughly fucked body in for another few minutes before I tear myself away. She murmurs something inaudible as I pull the blanket over her naked form.

I dress quickly and leave her room quietly. On my way to my room, I check my phone, which already has twelve messages from Ren.