Page 147 of Wicked Savage Cruel
I take a deep breath and decide to rip off the band aid. “I moved out.” There, I said it.
“When?”
“Earlier this week. Miguel made bail so…” I shrug.
He steps back and folds his arms over his chest. “And you weren’t going to tell me?”
“It’s not that I wasn’t. I mean, I knew I had to tell you eventually, just…”
He taps his foot.
“I moved in with Jae?” It comes out like a question even though it isn’t. As expected, his face reddens and steam practically comes out of his ears.
“Jae? The guy who would fuck you in a heartbeat, Jae?”
“We’re just friends.”
He shakes his head and backs away from me. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”
I rush toward him. “Keep it down. It’s not a big deal. I needed a place to crash and he offered. Nothing is happening. I swear.”
He tugs at the strands of his hair, but instead of yelling at me some more he surprises me and backs me into one of the desks. “Nothing is happening between you two?” he bites out.
I shake my head. “Nothing.”
“But I can’t come over and fuck my girl at his place. Is that what you’re telling me?”
When he says it like that it sounds bad, but still, “It would be weird. Don’t you think?”
He quirks a brow and one hand comes up to grip my chin. “You’re mine, Bibiana Sousa. Only mine.”
I press my lips together to hold in my retort.
“Say the words. You. Are. Mine.”
I hesitate and he bites my bottom lip. Hard. Ow. Fuck.
His hand grips my ass and tugs me tight against him. “I’m going to fuck you until I own every part of your mind, body, and soul,” he growls.
My pussy clenches in anticipation.
“I won’t be gentle,” he warns. “You kept something from me. I thought we agreed, no secrets?” There’s a savage glint in his eyes, but he waits, almost like he’s silently asking for my permission. I swallow hard but manage a nod. “Okay,” I tell him, knowing that despite the anger riding him, he needs to hear that I’m alright with this.
He wants to… punish me. I think. For not telling him about Jae. Probably still for the other day when he picked me up from school. I should balk at this, but I don’t. I’ve accepted that Emilio isn’t like other boys, and I’ll happily take my punishment if it means I can have him.
At his core, Emilio is a good guy. He doesn’t want to hurt me. He just needs…
“Turn around,” he commands, his voice thick with lust.
I hesitate for only a second before doing as he instructs. I turn around and press my hands down on the desk in front of me, my chest heaving and my heart racing. Emilio presses his cock against me as he drags the waistband of my leggings down. Cool air brushes over my skin, the thin scrap of satin that covers my rear hardly enough to keep the chill away. “What if someone—“
“No one is going to come in. The door is locked. You’ll just need to stay… quiet.” There’s a smirk in his voice.
His fingers trail along my inner thighs, digging into my flesh before sliding up to hook into my panties. Practiced fingers tug them down, but they’re left to tangle with my leggings at my feet. My fingers tighten on the edge of the desk. This is really happening. I’m going to let him screw me in a classroom.
My pussy pulses with need and he steps back. I turn to look at him over my shoulder. His eyes burn with want. “So pretty,” he coos darkly, but he isn’t looking at my face. His eyes are locked on my bare flesh as he licks his lips like the savage devil he is, intent on devouring me. He lowers himself between my thighs, pressing his face against my ass. His hands roam up and down the inside of my legs, forcing them wider for him.
Anticipation hums through me as he parts the folds of my pussy with his thumbs and he licks me front to back like I’m his favorite treat. I cry out at the explosive sensations, but he’s just getting started.
