Page 131 of Give In

As soon as I was within reach, he pulled me down so my ass was on his lap and my legs were slung over one of the arms of the chair. His hardness pressed against my ass, twitching and jerking as I shifted to get comfortable.

I was about to ask again about his mercurial mood when his lips crashed down on mine, his tongue pressing into my mouth. Invading it. Taking it and me.

He tore away like ending the kiss was physically painful. “Been thinking about your mouth.”

“Yeah?”

“On your knees, Eden.”

My mouth—and other parts of me—watered at his order. I slid off his lap slowly, loving the feel of him against me.

“Fucking tease,” he murmured.

Partially under his desk, I kneeled between his spread legs and waited for him to tell me to undo his pants.

He didn’t.

Freeing himself, he stroked the long length, bringing the head to my lips before pulling away.

On the third time, I whimpered, glaring up at him.

“My girl’s feeling greedy,” he rumbled.

“Your girl thinksyou’rethe fucking tease,” I snapped.

He smirked. “Attitude, Eden. Or maybe I’ll decide not to give it to you. Maybe I’ll just stroke my dick until I come all over your pretty face. You want to walk around like that?”

Yes.

Like he knew my thought, the heat in his hooded eyes erupted into an inferno.

“No. Sorry, Professor Caine,” I whispered, my eyes locked on his fist moving steadily on his cock.

He pressed the head against my lips, but I knew better than to go for it.

No matter how much I needed to taste him.

“My girl want it?”

I nodded.

“How bad?” he asked. “My girl gonna let me fuck her face? Slam deep in her throat until I come down it? My girl gonna let me do whatever I want to her?”

Something was wrong.

Damien was king of dirty talk, but his words held the same edge his demeanor did.

It didn’t matter, though. Not right then.

Because he was right.

I’d let him do all of that and more.

My expression must’ve made my feelings known, because he slid his cock along my bottom lip, coating it with precome. “Ask me for it, Eden.”

“Will you please fuck my throat, Professor Caine?”

His fingers fisted into my hair as he fed me his cock, his first few thrusts shallow as I adjusted to having my mouth full. Breathing through my nose, I fought against the panic and relaxed, letting him control the speed and depth.

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