Page 19 of Suck It Up


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I blink back tears I will not shed in this crowd.

Camden’s thumb moves to the side of my jaw, and caresses it softly as he leans in. “What will it be, princess?”

“I hate you,” I grit between my teeth.

That only serves to delight him. “That’s all right. You’ll just have to fake loving me.”

He’s deluded if he believes I’ll debase myself that much. But I don’t protest this time, letting him return to stealing deep, possessive kisses, and running his hands over my overly sensitive arm, and waist, and along the outer edge of my thighs, until he reaches the hem of the sundress.

I can’t contain a gasp when his fingertips slide underneath, bringing it up, inch after excruciating inch. I pinch my lips closed.

From the corner of my eyes, I see Juliet move to get a clearer shot, a different angle. I bet she’s zooming in on my face, ensuring no one misses a moment of my humiliation. My face is on fire, and I stay as still as I can, refusing to show any emotion. Refusing tofeel.

Camden’s tongue teases mine, coaxing it, demanding I play.Over my dead fucking body. That wasn’t part of the deal, and I refuse to give in. Not when I can’t stop the rush of heat from pooling at my treacherous core. Not when my heart won’t stop galloping in my chest. Those are all the victories he’s getting from me.

I loathe him for taking his time, for getting reactions out of me, minute and restrained though they are. For knowing just where to touch to make my body shiver and demand more.

I think he’ll never get his torture over with, high on controlling me, when he suddenly scrunches the front of my dress up with his left hand and presses two fingers of his right one against my clit, through the fabric of my white panties.

I inhale sharply.

Then he rubs in slow circles, right against my clit.

“How do you like that, Morgan?” His voice is slower, lower, a sensual purr.

I want to tell him to fuck right off, but I’m not supposed to, and I’m not about to give him an excuse to go back on his word, so I stay silent.

“Tell me,” he demands. “Tell me, or I’m not letting you come.”

I can’t believe he dares pretend this is about me. “Fuck you,” I growl, incensed.

He laughs as his rough fingers pushes aside the fabric, to directly slide against my folds. Camden groans, all humor vanishing. “Fuck. You’re so wet, princess. So fucking wet.” His eyes, almost as bright as molten gold now, fix on me, and this time I sense a degree of confusion, as though he didn’t expect to find my body’s very natural reaction. As though he doesn’t quite know what to make of it, and wants me to explain.

“It’s called friction,” I proclaim. “It happens to cause a chain reaction culminating in moisture. Did you skip sex ed class?”

The unfamiliar laugh resounding behind me makes me freeze all over again, and glance back.

I don’t know how, but I managed to forget again. Somehow, facing him and no one else, I forgot we weren’t alone with Juliet in the last few instants. His three friends are watching us intently. My muscles tighten involuntarily, and I can feel his fingers constricted between my legs.

Camden hisses. “Fucking hell, Morgan. Get to your knees for me.”

Shit.

Minutes ago, I wanted him to stop his teasing and get on with his scheme, so it could be over all the sooner. Now I’m dreading it. When I don’t immediately obey, one of his strong hands grasps my shoulder tightly, and eases me down on the floor.

He’s kept the front of the sundress in his hands, and he gathers it into a ball, before shoving it in my decolletage, to ensure I remain exposed to Juliet’s unrelenting lens.

When my knees scrape the floor, my hands move to his belt and he grins, running his thumb over my lower lip, then slides two fingers inside, against my tongue. “So impatient. Soon, my princess. Very soon. Spread your legs now.”

I’m the first to be surprised I obey.

Camden’s eyes leave mine, searching for his friends. I see him nod to them. Waves of apprehension banish all thought or memory of pleasure at their approach.

All three of these strangers hate me because of that damn email.

Aryan sneers cruelly. Richard and Liam don’t delight in my situation as obviously as him, but I know they’re loving this. I’m half exposed, on my knees, at their mercy.

I yelp in surprise when I feel a brush against my inner thighs. Distracted from the trio, I look down to find Camden lying on the floor, his head right underneath me.

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