Page 58 of Her Dark Obsession

Maybe we just need to accept that this is temporary. It’ll last a lifetime, the love I have for this girl. But actually having her? It’s not going to be forever.

Chapter Twenty-One

Connor’s dick plunges forward, filling me completely. I bite down on my bottom lip, trying to stop myself from screaming and letting the entire school know what’s going on in this study room.

“Fuck me,” Connor hisses from where he has me bent over the desk.

“Pretty sure you’re the one doing the fucking.” I smile at him from over a shoulder.

His hand lifts before it comes down and slaps my right ass cheek. “You need to come. I want to feel your cunt convulsing around my dick, Aurora.”

“Make me then.” We both know I don’t take orders well. If there is anything I don’t like, it’s being told what to do. Even in this scenario.

Connor chuckles. “You want me to make you come? You want me to make your body explode with pleasure?” he asks, slowing his pace. His cock pumps in and out of me. I feel every inch of him.

“I want you to make me see stars, Connor.”

One of his hands reaches under me. His fingers press against my clit, rubbing small circles. Bolts of pleasure run through my entire body. Connor’s thrusts pick up speed again, and the sound of our skin slapping together fills my ears. I don’t know how we haven’t been caught yet, considering how often we’re in here.

“Come, Aurora. Fucking give me what I want,” he grits out.

“Don’t you dare come before me,” I warn him.

“Never,” he says, pumping harder. I should know he has never let himself come before I do. I don’t know how he manages to do it, because I’ve actually tried numerous times to make him lose that last shred of control he has.

Connor’s other hand wraps around my ponytail. My neck bends backwards. “Fuck,” I groan as I let go. I can’t hold back anymore. I come, my pussy convulsing around him, just like he wanted.

“Yes, you feel so fucking good.” Connor thrusts into me one more time before his body stills behind me. After a few seconds, he pulls out and flips me over and his lips slam onto mine. “I fucking love you,” he tells me.

“I love you. Probably too much.”

“Good. Because I love you more than anything.” He stands and holds out a hand. I take it and slide off the desk.

Then he bends over and picks up my panties before passing them to me. He doesn’t destroy them anymore. The thought of me walking around without anything underneath my skirt drives him insane.

Once I’m completely dressed, I pull the scrunchie from my hair, running my fingers through the ends before tying it back up. Connor is leaning against the wall, staring at me, his legs crossed at the ankles.

“What?” I ask him.

“You really are beautiful,” he says. “Hold still.” He takes his phone from his pocket, holds it up, and snaps a picture of me.

“If anyone sees that on your phone, we’re both dead,” I remind him.

“Worth it.” He smirks.

I pick up my bag and grab the breakfast wraps and two bottles of orange juice I brought with me. “Eat. You’re going to need your energy later,” I say as I pass him one of each.

“You made me breakfast? I never pictured you for being domesticated,mo mhuirnín,” he replies, unwrapping the paper.

“First, I’ve told you before… I’m not your sweetheart, and I’m also not domesticated. I stopped at the store and picked these up.”

“Thank you. And you’re wrong.”

“About what?” I ask before biting into my breakfast.

“You are my sweetheart, and I don’t care if you say or think otherwise. You can’t change my mind.”

I smile, bigger than I should because the thought of being Connor’s sweetheart is… Well, it makes those pesty butterflies swarm in my stomach. “You know, I don’t hate being yours.”

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