Campus Belle's Forbidden Taste - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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"You're such a tease. Couldn't even behave yourself at karaoke, huh?"
Dominic's breath hit my skin—hot, uneven. That familiar heat coiled low in my stomach again. The cramped backseat made my throat go dry, and his rough whisper sent goosebumps racing down my arms.
In the dark, I felt my face flush. "H-how can you—Ethan's right there—"
"Relax. He's out cold. Won't hear a thing."
Before I could protest, the click of my seatbelt releasing echoed in the silence.
Then his hands were on me—one gripping my waist, the other sliding under my skirt—pinning me against the window with a single rough tug.
My boyfriend snored softly inches away. My pulse hammered so hard I could taste it, that dangerous cocktail of guilt and want short-circuiting my brain.
A sudden rap on the glass shattered the moment.
I jerked back, nearly kneeing Dominic in the ribs as I scrambled upright.
The tinted windows hid our shame.
When no one answered, the knocking turned impatient.
Dominic rolled down the window with a smirk.
Security guard. Flashlight sweeping the interior. "No loitering. Move it."
The rest of the drive was torture. Every stoplight had me squirming, skin still buzzing where he'd touched me.
Ethan stayed passed out, blissfully oblivious.
Alone in my dorm, I flopped onto the mattress, Dominic's smirk burned behind my eyelids.
What if we hadn't been interrupted—
My phone lit up. Friend request: Dominic Evans.
His profile pic—just a shadowed jawline, all dangerous promise.
I hit Accept before my conscience could object.
"Come over tomorrow."
The text zipped straight to my core.
No pretense. No apologies.
I typed "Okay" before logic could catch up.
I had a boyfriend. But right then? I didn't care. The thrill of crossing that line was a drug—one hit wouldn't kill me.
Next afternoon, I stepped out in thigh-highs and a skirt that barely covered my ass.
Dominic's studio was his escape—Ethan thought he used it for freelance work.
The door swung open to reveal him shirtless, sleep-rumpled, boxers straining against—
Oh.
His hungry gaze tracked from my legs up. "Took you long enough."
Dominic's breath hit my skin—hot, uneven. That familiar heat coiled low in my stomach again. The cramped backseat made my throat go dry, and his rough whisper sent goosebumps racing down my arms.
In the dark, I felt my face flush. "H-how can you—Ethan's right there—"
"Relax. He's out cold. Won't hear a thing."
Before I could protest, the click of my seatbelt releasing echoed in the silence.
Then his hands were on me—one gripping my waist, the other sliding under my skirt—pinning me against the window with a single rough tug.
My boyfriend snored softly inches away. My pulse hammered so hard I could taste it, that dangerous cocktail of guilt and want short-circuiting my brain.
A sudden rap on the glass shattered the moment.
I jerked back, nearly kneeing Dominic in the ribs as I scrambled upright.
The tinted windows hid our shame.
When no one answered, the knocking turned impatient.
Dominic rolled down the window with a smirk.
Security guard. Flashlight sweeping the interior. "No loitering. Move it."
The rest of the drive was torture. Every stoplight had me squirming, skin still buzzing where he'd touched me.
Ethan stayed passed out, blissfully oblivious.
Alone in my dorm, I flopped onto the mattress, Dominic's smirk burned behind my eyelids.
What if we hadn't been interrupted—
My phone lit up. Friend request: Dominic Evans.
His profile pic—just a shadowed jawline, all dangerous promise.
I hit Accept before my conscience could object.
"Come over tomorrow."
The text zipped straight to my core.
No pretense. No apologies.
I typed "Okay" before logic could catch up.
I had a boyfriend. But right then? I didn't care. The thrill of crossing that line was a drug—one hit wouldn't kill me.
Next afternoon, I stepped out in thigh-highs and a skirt that barely covered my ass.
Dominic's studio was his escape—Ethan thought he used it for freelance work.
The door swung open to reveal him shirtless, sleep-rumpled, boxers straining against—
Oh.
His hungry gaze tracked from my legs up. "Took you long enough."
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