What I just said was basically yes—just not right now.
“No, not here.” He’s moving his mouth toward mine, but he doesn’t kiss me. He breathes me in like a predator would delight in the scent of its prey. “Not tonight. I have to work, so you’ll have to wait.”
My breath escapes me as the thought of not having him right now makes my chest feel heavy with disappointment. I want him right now. I can’t believe a moment ago I was teaching class and now, he’s all over me, soaking my panties and wanting him to fuck me hard on my desk.
“You sound almost disappointed, Everly. Do you want me here?”
In another sudden harsh movement, making me feel like a rag doll, he spins me, pressing my hips against my desk as he shoves his body onto mine from behind. His low growl echoes through the silent room.
Fuck, are there cameras in here? I didn’t even think about that. Right now I don’t care. I hope whoever is watching this, is seeing how fucking hot it is too.
The back of my skirt is lifted up to my ass as Cullen pushes his hips against mine, dry humping me from behind, and making me see stars with the way my arousal slams into me like a truck.
God, I want him to unzip his pants and just fuck me right here. I don’t even care that I could be caught, lose my job, and be in the headlines all over again but for much worse reasons. I don’t care. The feel of his perfect cock entering me with force would be worth it. My body is on fire, flames licking at my belly as he grinds his impressive length against my ass.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, shamelessly. So fucking shamelessly. I should be the very definition of ashamed right now, but I’m not. I just don’t care.
His hands drift upward, and his fingers wrap around my throat. He jerks me backward until his mouth is on my ear. “Oh, I want to. I want to fuck you so bad right over this desk. I want you to have trouble walking tomorrow. I want you to fight me, hate me, scream my name as I make you come against your will. And I will make you come, Everly. I will fucking ruin you for every man who ever dares to come into your life after I’m done with you. After me, you will be doomed to boring, unfulfilling sex until you die, and you’ll beg me to do it. You want me to ruin you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
His opposite hand glides down my belly, lifting my skirt at the front and dipping his hands into my panties, touching me along my soaking wet lips, and my body jolts in reaction. The sensation of his touch only makes me hungrier for him. Like alarms ringing in every nerve ending of my body, his fingers finally making contact with the one spot I want them to suddenly brings me life.
“Cullen, please,” I beg, but he doesn’t give me what I want. Instead, he teases me. Slipping his fingers through the folds, he slides a finger in roughly, making me cry out. Then, he pulls it out and spreads the moisture all over, pulling his hand out and touching his wet fingers to my lips.
“Taste yourself,” he whispers, and I do. It’s erotic and filthy and sends my heart racing, a strange new feeling sprouting in my stomach, like being turned on by something that also makes me feel wrong and dirty. It’s so much better.
As he pulls his fingers out of my mouth, he puts them in his own, sucking them dry like he’s licking ice cream off them. It’s disgusting and hot at the same time. I find myself shoving my hips back against him, needing more.
“I can’t wait to ruin you, Miss West. But today, I have a class to get to.”
The sudden absence of his body against mine is almost painful as he tears himself away. I’m standing with my skirt above my waist, quickly pulling it down to cover myself. I feel the flush in my cheeks as he grabs his backpack and walks to the door.
“Keep your phone on you,” he says calmly. I notice the obvious bulge in his pants as he retreats. My gaze is glued there as his own eyes glance down, acknowledging what I did to him. “Afraid people will see me walking out of here with this?”
I don’t answer, turning away, feeling so wrong about how bad I want to suck the arousal right out of his cock. When I glance back at him, it’s like he can read my mind, a devious smile lifting one side of his mouth.
“Don’t go anywhere after work. Straight home, understand?”
“Yes, Dad,” I reply sarcastically.
He spins around and crowds me again. “As much as that turns me on, Everly, we both know who’s playing the parental role here. Don’t we, mommy?”
I cringe at the word as it comes out, shoving his chest.
“Fuck off, Cullen. And never call me that again.”
He laughs, heading for the door.
“Like I said, have your phone on you. It’ll be a slow night at the restaurant, and I might need a pick-me-up.”
With that, he slips out the door, leaving me feeling very fucking unsettled. Whatever this is between us is just wrong. I know that. It’s toxic as hell, the power structure so twisted it makes me boil with anger every time I even think about it. But at the same time, hearing his commands feels right, like my body and my mind can’t seem to agree on anything.
And the more I hate him, the more I seem to want him.
10
Cullen
As predicted, it’s slow as fuck tonight. I’d take the first cut, but I need the money, and Allie knows it, so she leaves around nine. With only one table at the moment, I pull out my phone after delivering their food.
Typing out a quick message, I smile wickedly.
Me: I’m bored. Show me something good.
The picture I get back is of her legs reclined on her couch, propped on the coffee table with her slippers and a glass of red wine. I shouldn’t be smiling at that, but I can’t help myself. Fuck, the effect Everly has on me is so strange. I’ve never really hated someone so much before and enjoyed just fucking with them to the point that it makes me feel…good.
Me: You know what I mean.
The next picture is the TV and an episode of what looks like The Vampire Diaries. What is wrong with this woman?
Me: If I don’t get a picture of that pretty pussy soon, I’m going to make things bad for you.
I can’t seem to bite back the smile that’s pulled across my face. I don’t know if she’ll actually do it, but I know there’s a good chance if she does I’ll be catching a different bus tonight. But I don’t want to do that. I like dragging things out with Everly. I like having her panting for me, wanting shit she knows she shouldn’t want. I like to imagine she hates herself for how bad she wants my cock. Bending her over the desk just to watch her squirm was the most fun I’ve had in a long time.
Everly: Please don’t make me. It’s so weird.
Denying her request, I laugh, typing out a cruel response.
Me: No frontal view either. I want a close up, legs open, lips, clit, and all.
Everly: I hate you.
Me: I hate you too, baby.
I throw in a kissy face emoji for fun.
After taking my table their check and the to-go boxes they requested, I feel my phone vibrate. My cheeks grow hot as I laugh with the family, knowing what’s waiting for me in my pocket.
Leaving them, I head toward the kitchen and pull out my phone. Swiping it open, my mouth goes dry and I have to press myself to the wall so no one sees the photo over my shoulder. It’s just like I asked, a full view of her pussy. With her thong pulled to the side, the shot captures her perfect pink folds, but it also shows her face as she reclines on her couch. She’s biting her bottom lip, staring at the camera, looking hot AF. Looking like I need to be with her right now, dying to know what she tastes like or how smooth she would be if I could run my tongue along the length of her sex.