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Only when I take another step toward her does she turn, and her eyes lift to mine. Her content demeanor falters, and the corners of her mouth pull down into a frown.
“What do you want?”
“A lot of things, but right now, I just want you to come with me so I can have my way with you for an hour.”
She snorts. Fucking snorts.
“I’m done being your plaything. Just leave me alone and find someone else to plague. I’ve had enough of this torment to last me a lifetime.”
“Torment, huh? Maybe I need to remind you of how much you enjoy it when I torment you.”
Looking anywhere but at me, she slightly shifts and closes her book. Grabbing her bag, she opens the zipper and shoves the book inside.
“I haven’t bothered you in two weeks. You must miss me by now.”
“You are such a prick! Trust me, I don’t miss getting humiliated in front of the whole school.”
“Yeah, but I’m sure you still miss coming on my dick.”
She rolls her eyes at me, and my hand twitches, wanting to redden her perky little ass again. Shaking my head, I shake the thought away. She doesn’t need a spanking right now. She needs to be reminded of how good I can make her feel.
I catch movement in the distance, and my gaze finds Vito standing on the other side of the large space. He is casually leaning against a tree, taking a bite of an apple while watching us like we’re acting out some soap opera.
Annoyed by his presence, I look back down at Aspen, who is occupied with fighting to get the zipper of her backpack closed. That’s when an idea hits me…
Maybe I can kill two birds with one stone here.
I quickly scan the entire sunroom, happy to find only us and Vito. Perfect.
Aspen finally gets her zipper to close and pushes herself off the ground. She slings her bag over her shoulder, ready to walk off when I grip her by her hips and start walking her backward.
“What are you—” Her words cut off when her back contacts the rough bark of the tree. Her breath hitches as she looks up at me in confusion.
“I’m refreshing your memory…” I eat up the distance between us until my body is flush against hers. This close, she has to tilt up her face to look at me.
Sunlight catches in her hazel eyes, and for the first time, I can see all the colors in them, every little speck of blue, brown, and green. Almost like an intricate mosaic, tiny pieces artfully arranged around her iris. I’m so mesmerized by their beauty that for a moment, I forget everything else around us.
“Quinton…” My name falls from her lips like a plea, but I don’t know what she is pleading for.
I’m close enough to feel her breath fan over my skin and smell the feminine scent of her shampoo. Suddenly, I feel drunk, lightheaded even, and all I can think about is tasting her.
“Keep saying my name like that, and I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself from fucking you against this tree.”
Aspen shakes her head, but I can see the desire trickling into her eyes. She wants me to fuck her, wants me to make her come.
“We can’t. You can’t…” Her gaze moves to something behind us.
No, not something. Someone. Vito. She’s watching him, probably worried about what he thinks about us.
Little does she know, this entire charade is to prove to him she’s mine, completely, every inch, every tear, every single smile or moan; it all belongs to me. She might have kissed him, but she did it in a fit of rage. He means nothing to her, and I’m going to slap him in the face with that truth right now.
Trailing my fingers up her thigh, I notice the rapid rise and fall of her chest and the way her pulse flutters at the side of her throat. Her tongue darts out over her bottom lip, and I’m tempted to take that lip of hers between my teeth and bite it.
But kissing is intimate, and I don’t want Aspen to get the wrong idea. We aren’t boyfriend and girlfriend. We’re enemies. I pause when I reach the inseam of her leggings. Her hot core beckons me forward, and I rub gently along the seam, smirking when she startles because I know she is enjoying this way more than she’s letting on.
“He’s watching us,” she whispers, trepidation lacing her words.
I lean into her, my lips just below her ear. “Let him. Let him watch how you come apart just for me. I want him to know who you belong to. Who this pussy belongs to.”
Aspen grunts but doesn’t stop me. In fact, she spreads her legs a little wider, and I take that as an invitation. Moving higher, I reach the waistband of her leggings, and thank god, they’re stretchy. I’m not sure I’d be able to do this if she were wearing jeans.
