Pleasure bursts through me all at once and I have no hope to last. My raw moans overlap with the music as I fall apart around his fingers.
The wave submerges me and the pulsing welts on my ass elongate the pleasure, making it more potent.
By the time I come down from it, Creighton is staring at me with that suffocating darkness again.
That need for more.
More.
Andmore.
At this point, I’m not sure I can stop him from taking what he wants.
Hell, maybe I’ll even enjoy it.
His lashes lower, blocking his emotions, as he slides his fingers out and steps back. My legs wobble and I use the shelves as an anchor to remain standing.
My harsh breathing fills the storage room and it’s only then I realize someone could’ve walked in and seen the entire unorthodox scene.
Shit.
Creighton shoves a hand in his jeans pocket and glares at me, and the look is enough to make me shiver.
What’s wrong with him now? He looks even more tense than when he walked into the storage room.
And he’s suppressing something again. What, I don’t know.
“Defy me again and this punishment will look like child’s play in comparison to what I’ll do to you.”
9
ANNIKA
It’s a miracle that I manage to reach the dorm without having an accident.
I haven’t been able to focus on anything except for the throbbing pain in my ass, the clenching of my thighs in remembrance, and the tightening in my chest.
Something must be wrong with me.
Seriouslywrong.
Because I can’t help replaying what happened in the storage room over and over until I choke on the carnal memories.
Until my heart threatens to burst and my head fills with all sorts of depraved theories.
And images.
His hand on my ass, his fingers inside me, my hair at his mercy. My whole body homed in on his ruthless dominance.
I’ve always thought I would be the type who likes respectful sex, the ‘can we do it tonight’ sex, the ‘we’ll have a date, then eat and touch each other in the dark’ type.
So what if I somehow ended up watching hardcore porn once or twice—okay, maybe a few times. That was only curiosity, a fantasy, and had nothing to do with my real-life preferences.
But those preferences and every single perception I had about myself have been shattered to pieces in a single encounter with Creighton.
He reached inside and yanked out a part of me I didn’t even know existed. It was hidden right beneath the surface, waiting for a natural disaster of Creighton’s caliber to finally show itself.
I tiptoe inside the apartment I share with the girls, then stop just past the threshold. Why do I need to sneak around as if I’m doing something wrong?