You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Harper

His kiss is brutal. Punishing. Like he’s mad that it’s me, even though I’ve neither confirmed nor denied his accusation.

That’s what his words felt like-an accusation. I don’t think he’s pleased to discover that I’m the one he keeps kissing in dark corners at parties. Yet he’s also the guy who felt me up in a janitor’s closet and got me off with a few precise strokes of his fingers.

A shiver steals through me at the

Chanteren

memory. Or maybe the shiver was caused by the way his tongue just slid against mine

I reach between us, resting my hands on his broad chest. His skin is so warm beneath the fabric of his shirt, and his muscles are firm. Hard. He’s hard all over. I’m tempted to pull him closer, but I come to my senses at the last second and shove him with all my might

His mouth detaches from mine and he stumbles backwards, a dazed look on his face as he drinks me in. “What the fuck?”

“We can’t keep doing this,” I say.

“Right. Funny how we do keep doing it. Because you’re her,” he

states.

“Who’s her?” I’m still playing

stupid.

Easton shakes his head. “Don’t try and fake me out. I recognize your scent”

shops at.” That isn’t a lie. Dozens of us could

spine. I don’t like how he’s looking at me. As

but I

other, the air growing charged between us the longer we say nothing. I tear my gaze from his first storming away from him, grateful I don’t hear

sad he didn’t chase

classroom. Less than one hour until I can leave this place. I’ll go home

says the little voice in my brain. You’re dying for him to touch you again. Kiss

warms. He made that vow when he knew it was me, which makes no sense. I don’t understand him. He hates me, he wants to

I don’t understand him.

my seat, wariness zipping up my spine when I witness Blake spot me and make his

“You okay?”

him, surprised at the tenderness in his tone, the way he’s watching me as if he

say once

look-flustered.

can I tell

still giving you

 

one way

if he is, I’ll take that asshole out. I mean it, Harper. I don’t know why he’s

of him, I will.” Blake’s voice is ferocious, as is the gleam in his eyes.

Easton is doing to me. “And I don’t need you to fight my battles, Blake. I can handle Easton on

damnedest to tear you down while you stand there and just

suddenly want to run to my rescue?

 

for him? “I’m okay stress.

approaches his desk –the very one where Blake is sitting. “Hey,” he says

flicks his chin at

“You’re in my seat.”

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