Broken Empire A Reverse Harem High School Bully Romance - Callie Rose Page 0,70

as intently, as if he was trying to read something in my face, to find an answer to a question he hadn’t asked out loud.

His gaze stayed on me as he slipped a hand between us, sliding it down my pants and finding my clit immediately, rubbing his fingertips in fast circles. His touch was demanding, laced with the harshness that infused so much of what Cole did, and my body responded as if he’d given it a single command.

Come.

I did. So fast and so intensely that it stole my breath, made my muscles lock up, and drew a loud, plaintive cry from my lips. I grabbed onto his forearm with both hands, trying to stop the delicious, painful pleasure, trying to survive it, but his fingers kept circling, the message clear in his touch and his face.

Come again.

Like a puppet, I did. Sensation ripped through my body again, and I turned my head, biting down on the wrist of the arm that braced him above me. He let out a hiss and then a low grunt, but when my body finally stopped shaking and I turned to look up at him, I didn’t see pain on his face. Just dark satisfaction. The fingers that had been working my clit moved down to slip inside me, and when he felt how wet I was, his blue eyes glinted.

My heart was still hammering hard in my chest, and I felt flushed everywhere.

But this couldn’t be all. I needed more.

Had cars passed by us on the road since we’d stopped? If they did, would they have any idea what we were doing in here?

This felt reckless and dangerous, but there was something thrilling about it too. Like the two of us could say “fuck you” to the world and something much sweeter to each other at the same time.

When Cole slid his hand out of my pants, I scooted backward a little on the seat, reaching for my button and zipper and then working my jeans down over my hips. His ice-blue gaze tracked my movements, and I saw him glance outside, probably wondering the same thing I was.

But I didn’t want him thinking about that.

Just about me.

Only me.

I tugged my shoes off before kicking off my pants, and then I knelt on the seat, tugging on his shoulders to make him sit. He moved willingly at my urging, and I crawled back onto his lap, reaching between us to run my palm over the line of his cock through the fabric of his jeans.

He shuddered, his arms banding around me again like he couldn’t help himself.

It looked like he was struggling to keep his eyes open, like he was still high, drunk on me—and I was addicted to seeing him like this.

My fingers fumbled with his fly, and when I’d worked it down, Cole helped me push his pants down his hips, letting his dick spring free.

The only thing that separated us now was the thin fabric of my panties, but I rubbed against him anyway, rolling my hips as I felt the hardness press against my still sensitized clit.

He groaned, his fingers digging hard into the flesh of my hips as his gaze fell to the place where we were pressed together. His cock was sandwiched between us, resting against his low belly as I moved against it.

I leaned back briefly, reaching onto the front seat for the small purse I’d carried. After what had happened between me and Mason, I’d thrown a condom into the side pocket of my bag, not really sure why I was doing it, but I was grateful as hell for it now.

Cole used the opportunity to run his hands up the sides of my waist, lifting the hem of my shirt but not taking it off. When I leaned forward again with the condom in my hand, he surprised me by catching my wrist again, stopping me from moving.

I pushed against his hold, but his arm had seemingly turned to steel, and it didn’t budge. My gaze caught his, and when it did, his grip tightened slightly.

“I was wrong,” he muttered, his voice raspy. “That day, in the locker room. I was wrong about you.”

My heart gave a little stutter in my chest, and I leaned back, blinking at him.

I knew exactly what he was talking about. During my first semester, Cole had cornered me in the girls’ locker room and accused me of trying to seduce his friends, told me I was a