Page 39 of Devoured

Good girl.I cradled her red ass cheek in my hand, caressing it gently. I wasn’t done with my demands, but she was finally behaving. And good behavior meant a reward. So I slipped my other hand between her thighs.You’re dripping, baby. My perfect little slut.I slid one finger inside of her wetness, teasing her.

"Professor Hunter," she panted.

She wasn’t going to distract me by using my title. I spanked her harder still. "And you will not lie to me." I slipped another finger inside of her.

"Never."

I slapped her ass again. "Tell me that you need me as much as I need you." Because I did need her. Like a drug in my veins. I’d never stop needing her.

"I need you,” she moaned. “I need you, Professor Hunter."

Baby, if only you knew what need really is. What obsession really is.I grabbed her hips and thrust back inside of her from behind.Fuck yes.My fingers dug into her skin. Even though she’d agreed to everything I’d said, I was still angry. I grabbed her long red hair and pulled her head back. And I fucked her harder than I ever had before. So that she’d never be able to forget who was in control here.

"Professor Hunter," she moaned.

Fuck."Come for me, Penny." I tugged her hair again. I was close. Each time I slid into her tight pussy, she drove me closer and closer to the edge.

“Professor Hunter,” she panted again as her pussy clenched around me.

I felt the pull in my stomach. I pushed myself deeper, all the way to my hilt, and exploded inside of her. There was no better feeling than her gripping my cock.

I exhaled and slowly pulled out of her. I stared down at the red mark my palm had left on her ass. It felt like something inside me broke. I knelt down and placed a kiss against where I’d spanked her. And I just kept staring at my handprint. It had been someone else’s hands on her last night.

Tyler’s words echoed around in my head:You should have heard her screaming my name.I had Penny back. But I didn’t think I’d ever stop thinking about her with someone else. I didn’t think it would ever stop hurting. "The thought of you screaming his name haunts me. Never again. You're mine." I kissed the mark again.

Penny turned to face me.

I stayed on my knees. I couldn’t look at her. Yes, I’d always be haunted by what she’d done with Tyler. But I was also a hypocrite. I’d woken up naked in Isabella’s bed. And it didn’t matter that I didn’t remember what happened. What mattered was that if I didn’t know how to forgive her…how could she forgive me? And I really needed her to forgive me. I leaned forward and kissed the bruise on her stomach.I’m so sorry that I am the way I am.

I just wanted to stay down here and beg her not to leave me.

Penny knelt down beside me. "I didn't scream his name.”

My eyes finally found hers.What?

“Actually, I screamed yours." She shrugged her shoulders.

I couldn’t help but smile.Fucking Tyler.I imagined his reaction when Penny had moaned my name instead of his. Certainly that had hurt his pride as much as my fist. No wonder he’d lied to me. "I'm not as easy to forget as you implied?"

"No. I've tried."

We were finally at the point where I could talk about what really happened. The conversation that we’d needed for weeks. But now I was scared to have it. I’d been tormented without her. Dr. Clark was partially right, no matter how badly I wanted him to be wrong. No, I wasn’t scared of rejection. I was just scared of Penny rejecting me. Penny was all I cared about. All I thought about. "I wanted you to."

Her eyes searched mine. "What? What do you mean?"

"I wanted you to forget about me. That's why I haven't been talking to you."

"Why? I told you that I loved you."

"I know. But I'm no good for you. You deserve someone without so much...without so many issues."

"What issues?"

I swallowed hard. "You were right. You don't know me as well as you should."

"I do."

"You don't,” I said. She was probably expecting me to elaborate. But I’d never been good at offering information freely.

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