Lips parted, cheeks stained with red.
But she shakes her head as if she’s still trying to deny her desire. “Please.”
“Fuck, girl, I love it when you beg.” I brush my lips against the side of her jaw, inhaling her scent.
That’s when I realize the scent that’s been haunting me is Kai’s cum.
His cum.
Onmygirl.
My hand wraps around her throat.
She gasps, but the sound cuts off when I squeeze.
Her panicky pulse thrums under my fingers as I graze my nose over her ear, her cheekbone, her temple.
Wherever I find Kai’s scent on her skin, my tongue darts out and licks her clean. She whimpers and squirms, but her hips are bucking forward too, forcing me to rub her clit through her underwear.
I allow her that, if only so I can clean every trace of Kai from her.
Then it’ll be time to coat her inmysmell.
Mysweat.
Myseed.
“Please,” she mewls, desperately grinding against my fingertips.
“You filthy girl. Acting all innocent while you’re soaking your panties for your professor. Tell me again how much you hate me, Haven.”
“I fuckinghateyou,” she breathes.
“Then tell me to stop.”
Her voice shudders. “Stop.”
I chuckle. “Say it like you mean it.”
She whimpers, grinding even harder against my hand. “He was there,” she whispers in a rush.
“Where was Kai, sweet girl?” I move my mouth to her ear, my breathing picking up tempo when I slide my finger behind her underwear and touch her warm, slick pussy. “Here? Did he fuck you behind my back?”
She moans when I push two fingers inside her. “Yes, but that’s not…he was here. In this room. When you—“ She cuts off with another reluctant moan as I tease her ear with my teeth.
“Yes, I can see he was here.”
“Tuesday,” she blurts out, bucking hard against my hand. “He watched you rape me.”
I lean back, eyes narrowed as I stare down at her. “What did you say?”
Her lips tremble, drawing my gaze, and she gives them a quick swipe with her tongue. “He saw you.”
“Did he enjoy the show?”
I tilt my head, watching carefully as I finger her soaked pussy. Her eyelids quiver as she tries to keep them open, tries to keep her eyes on me. I feel her pussy clench, her muscles locking up, and pull my fingers out.
She makes an angry sound, grabbing my wrist, trying to keep me inside, but I tug free easily.
