Page 67 of Wicked Surrender

He shook his head. “No.”

I scooted back. “Are you recording this? To use it against me and bully me and?—”

“Fuck. I’m not. Look. I’m not recording anything.” He pointed at his phone on the table, face down. “It’s just you and me.”

I didn’t trust that. The only way we’d existed was with him bullying me and teasing me.

“I hate the idea of anyone seeing you like this.”

Ignoring his angry words, I pushed at the table until I could slip out past him, over his lap.

He didn’t reach out to stop me, stunned as he stared at me so mad like this. “I don’t like the idea of anyone being able to see you come like that.”

My cheeks burned as I escaped. The touch of air on my damp panties shocked me.

As I stood, he grabbed my hand and stopped me, forcing me to look down at him.

“You’re mine, Laura.”

Oh, fuck.

I didn’t know where he got off thinking he had a right to say that, but I knew that he believed it. Jason was the sort of spoiled jerk to always get what he wanted.

“I need to go.” Hugging my books to my chest, like a shield after letting him see me so vulnerable, I pulled out of his grip.

“Mine, Laura.”

I left in a hurry, in disbelief that I’d done that with him.

He wanted me to be his. His to play with. His to bully.

And I cringed as I lied to myself that I wanted nothing to do with him at all.

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JASON

Isurprised myself by studying all weekend long.

I also shocked myself by not jerking off once.

Every time I thought of Laura, replaying the sweet and sexy moment when I made her tight cunt squeeze my fingers at the diner, I let my dick get hard. Then I suffered through the torture of blue balls.

And I made myself wait.

I counted down the minutes until I’d be able to meet her at the library for our next tutoring session.

Now that we’d crossed the line, now that she’d succumbed to my kisses and let me touch her, all bets were off.

Because tonight, I’d be teaching her a thing or two. I’d tutor her about letting go and being dirty with me.

She showed up nervous. Walking toward the table where we always met, she was apprehensive and slow in her steps.

“Hey.” She lowered her gaze, almost as if she wasn’t sure what else to say.

I would’ve killed to know what she was thinking.

But I’d settle for seeing her and getting her to show me how far she’d stoop with me.

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