Sinful - Page 46

I glare at him, still a little unsettled that he stalked me when I went to meet my mother. “It’s for your own good. You’re missing classes.”

“Don’t tell me what’s for my own good.”

His mouth on mine is demanding, and I give in to him for a moment, then I pull back. “We’re going to get caught. You might not care, but I do.”

“Do I need to tie you up again? Force you over that table and take it? Because I will.”

I shake my head. “I can’t play that game with you here.”

His eyes bore into mine as he casually pushes me back against the book stack. “We’ll play the game anywhere I say we will.” He loops a finger through the collar. “You’re mine, remember?”

I do remember. “No more than three nights a week. I mean it.”

“Six.”

“Four,” I negotiate back

“Fine, but I’m fucking you right here, right now,” he says, dipping a hand between my thighs, thumb rubbing against my clit over my panties. “You want it too. You’re always so wet for me, aren’t you, Miss James?”

“Rome,” I breathe out as his fingers work their magic.

“On your knees,” he says, voice seductively low. He starts unbuckling his belt, eyes bright with excitement as I do as he says. “You fucking owe me.”

His trousers unzipping, and the feel of his hand fisting my hair almost makes my knees weak. He pulls out his cock. It’s huge and perfectly straight with a piercing at the end.

I look up at the boy I hurt and see the pain hidden behind his eyes, as well as the desire. The intensity of it makes me burn inside. I draw my eyes down until I’m staring at the head of his shaft instead. The piercing glints in the light. He didn’t have that accessory when we met before. I gaze at it, knowing now what it feels like against my tongue. Or inside me. It makes me slick just thinking about it.

I lean slightly forward.

That’s all the invitation he needs. His tip grazes against my lips. He rubs back and forth, teasing, and my tongue, of its own accord, darts out to taste the salty moisture.

He closes his eyes and leans his forearm against the bookshelves. “Fuck, Bella, you will be the death of me.”

The gentle murmur of the library, pages flipping, students whispering, and the sound of people walking up and down the stacks is almost too loud in my ears.

We shouldn’t be doing this.

Anyone could walk in on us.

I open my mouth and take every last inch of him in.

He twists his fingers through my hair as he takes my head, forcing himself all the way in. I try not to gag, but he’s quite big.

“That’s it. Now get that pretty mouth to work. I’ve got things to do after this,” he chuckles.

The insult flares a brief annoyance, which just makes this all the more intense. Romain promised he would break me, make me crave him again.

He didn’t lie.

At first, I close my eyes and bob my head, moving my lips up and down his his velvet soft skin. The taste of him, and the feel of his hand in my hair, holding my head in place, is all I’m aware of. The world becomes just the two of us. It’s not long before I’m wet and aching for him that I squirm in place, grabbing his balls. The fact that this boy owns me, and controls my body, makes me tremble inside. Now I need to own him.

“You’re desperate for me, aren’t you?”

I mumble a yes around him, making him groan.

“Then up the pace. Chop, chop,” he grunts, eyes dragging open to burn into me. He pushes me down onto him, faster and faster until I can’t quite breathe. Finally, I feel his balls tighten. He grips the bookshelf, knocking a couple of books down onto the floor next to me as he empties himself into my mouth. It’s bitter and hot, hitting the back of my throat. I swallow it all.

“Now get up and turn the fuck around, panties down,” he orders, slowly, deliberately.

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