I hated the way my body betrayed me when he shifted. His hold loosened slightly, and before I could stop it, my muscles eased against him.
I blamed it on the soreness from last night. My poor body neededanyrelief it could get.
He paused mid-sentence, hovering the pen over the paper. “What are your passwords?”
“Fuck off,” I snapped.
My body might’ve started relaxing, but my hate toward him was strong.
He tsked me. “The easier you make this, the sooner you’ll get your belongings back.” He raised the pen to tap it lightly against my head. “Unless I find something in there I don’tlike.” The way he rested his chin on my shoulder and roughly whispered in my ear sent shivers through me. “Let’s hope you’ve been a very boring girl and never spoken to any other guy on those devices.”
“I’ll report them stolen.” I dug my nails into his pants, gripping hard enough to wrinkle the material.
“Do it,” he challenged, sliding his hand up my thigh.
Before I could push it away, he slipped his fingers beneath the hem of my skirt.
“And I’ll show you how much worse this can get,” he added.
My spine went rigid, and I shifted instinctively, trying to move away from him.
That was when I felt it.
His cock jerked beneath me.
I didn’t know if the hiss that left my lips was from fear or desire.
Fear. Definitely fear, right?
His lips brushed my ear, and I twisted in his lap, trying to create any distance I could.
“You want to fight me, Blair?” he asked quietly.
“I’ll fight you every minute of my life,” I whispered, surprised at how steady the words came out, given the war waging inside my chest.
He chuckled darkly. “Then maybe I should tell the class where my hand is right now. Tell them how soft your pussy is.” He dragged his fingers upward, snapping the waistband of my tights against my skin. “Maybe I’ll even force you to the front of the room toshow them.” He snapped the elastic again.
I froze as terror struck me. His every word burned into my skin like one of those stupid matches.
Enzo had already humiliated me enough, and after all I’d already witnessed, I wouldn’t put it past him to make good on his threat.
He rolled his finger under my waistband as his breath brushed over my skin.
I stopped fightingand gave in.
For now. FOR FUCKING NOW.
He snapped my tights in approval.
For the rest of class, I remained trapped on his lap while he subtly tortured me.
A slow tug at my tights.
His thumb sliding over my core.
A quick flick of his finger against my clit that made my vision blur.
All of it through the fabric, yet the heat of his touch still lit up my skin.
