Page 134 of Give In

It wasn’t fury that’d glittered in his eyes.

It was jealousy.

“Damien—”

Stopping, his gaze cut to me.

“Professor Caine,” I tried instead, but he shook his head.

His jaw clenched, the muscle ticking wildly as he gritted out, “The group and I got a nice rundown of your ride home from the driver.” He stalked toward me as I stepped away—out of instinct not fear. “He said you were all over Crosby. Wild.” My back hit the wall, and his arms went to either side of my shoulders. His face lowered into mine. “Gagging for it.”

“That was before,” I whispered.

“Were you gagging for it, Eden? Or are youstillgagging for it?”

“Don’t be a dick.”

He lowered an arm so he could cup me possessively. His eyes flared and he groaned when he felt my arousal through my pants. “Fucking soaked. Were you wet like this for him?”

“Damien, please.”

He slipped his hand into my leggings and panties. His thick finger speared into me, crooking to stroke the spot that had my toes curling. “Tell me.”

I shook my head rapidly. “No. I kept thinking about you. Only you’ve made me wet like this.”

He ground his erection into my side as he finger fucked me. “Because this is mine.You’remine. I’ll never, not in a million fucking years, let you go. You chose this. Chose me.”

Each of his filthy-sweet words pushed me until I exploded, coming with gasping breaths and mindless bliss.

We were fucked-up.

Dysfunctional.

So wrong, but so right.

Shame and guilt and confusion and happiness and lust and—sickeningly enough—pride, swirled through me with about a million other emotions. Overwhelmed by it all, the tears that burned my eyes spilled free, trailing in steady streams down my cheeks.

Damien watched, his hard-on pressed tight to me as he lowered his head to lick a single tear.

“I hate you,” I whispered my lie.

“I know,” he whispered his.

Chapter Twenty-six

Everything is Different

Eden

“I want you to come.”

“I already did,” I joked through the disappointment that sat heavy on my chest. “If I come again, I might need an IV of Gatorade and a nurse.” I leaned back to look at Damien. “How would you look in a naughty nurse’s outfit?”

His lips tipped up. “Awful. I don’t have the legs for it.”

I squeezed my legs, pressing my knees against his outer thighs. “Now we both know that’s a lie.”

Cupping my cheek, he brushed his thumb across my bottom lip. “You know what I’m talking about.”

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