Page 49 of If You Dare

“You shouldn’t,” I whisper, not taking my eyes off the words scrawled across the whiteboard, my mind unable to decipher any of them.

“But you want me to.” His murmur reverberates down to my toes.

He’s right. I hate that he’s right. Hate that I’m so weak, I fall apart under my bully’s touch.

His pinky glides down my panty line. My breath catches in my chest. I clamp my thighs together.

Wes lets out a low growl. “Don’t pretend you don’t want this.”

We are in a stalemate. Me with my thighs clenched together, him with his fingers digging into my leg. But he’s not prying me apart. He could so easily take whatever he wants from me. Yet he doesn’t.

That wouldn’t give him the satisfaction he wants. He wants my acquiescence. To know that, despite everything he’s done to me, I gave in to him.

He grips my hand still planted firmly on his thigh and moves it to the bulge in his pants.

I whimper, his erection hard and long beneath my palm. A promise or a threat? I can’t tell with him anymore.

He strokes my hand up his shaft to the tip. “Mmm,” he groans.

Liquid heat pools between my legs.

Wes and I are in public, touching each other where anyone could see us, yet it feels like we’re the only two in the room. Like he could pull me into his lap and slide me on his cock right here, and I would let him.

My legs fall apart.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs.

His fingertips slide further up, trailing along my panties to just below my belly button, the soft caress making my heart stutter.

I swallow a hard lump in my throat, expecting his hand to dive beneath the fabric of my panties. But he trails his fingers over the single layer separating us. Until he stops at the spot between my thighs.

Blood thrums in my ears, my chest heaving with ragged breaths. Wes stifles a groan with his palm when he feels the dampness through my panties. Every sound he makes turns me on more.

My thighs shake, wanting to clench together at the shame of my arousal. But doing so wouldn’t keep Wes away this time. It would only pin him to me.

“Fuck, Violet,” he whispers. With a finger, he pulls my panties to the side. A cool breath of air brushes against the wetness waiting for him. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this. How many fucking times I’ve imagined you like this. Exposed and ready for me.”

Then his finger lands on my clit.

I shudder into my palm, gaze darting around to make sure no one is aware of what we’re doing.

“You like that you might get caught, don’t you?” Wes murmurs. “That everyone knows you want to be my own personal plaything. You love when I make you get on your knees for me. You get off on that edge of fear.”

I shake my head quickly, eyes stinging even as the pleasure sings through my body.

His expert finger swirls around my clit and I bite down hard on my lip to prevent the cry from escaping.

He grinds against my hand, and I inadvertently wrap my fingers around him as he increases the pressure on my clit.

“Wes,” I whisper.

My pulse hammers wildly in my neck. I’m going to explode any second, bits of me flying all around the room. Then everyone will know exactly what Wes Novak was doing to me in the middle of class.

A clap at the front of the room makes me jump.

“All right, everyone. That’s all for today. You can head out early. Have a good weekend.”

Abruptly, Wes pulls his hand from under my clothes and stands like someone tossed a bucket of ice water over us. Every cell in my body is screaming to reach that crest of pleasure. My heart thuds hard, skin on my chest and neck flushed, swollen clit begging for release.

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