Chapter 85 Jealous
Her scent hit him all at once—something uniquely Bianca, intoxicating and impossible to resist. He didn't want to pull away.
His palm pressed against her back, the touch steady at first, then growing restless. His hand began to wander, tracing slow, deliberate paths across her skin, hunger bleeding through every movement.
"She's a friend of yours?" Terrence's voice was low as he lifted his head. The hard line of his jaw grazed her breast, sending a shiver rippling through her.
Bianca let out a soft hum of pleasure, her finger curling around a strand of his hair, twisting it before letting it fall.
"She's my cousin. We're close. I only found out today that we're at the same school—she must be a freshman this year."
Terrence caught the edge of her collar between his teeth. His other hand slid down to cup her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh with unfiltered possessiveness.
With one smooth motion, he lifted her off the ground. Her collar stayed caught in his mouth, and the fabric slipped down, freeing her breasts. They bounced free, and his gaze turned molten.
The glare of his glasses hid the fire in his eyes, but his expression stayed cold—detached—even as he did the filthiest things to her. The contrast between the sharp frames, the tailored suit, and the raw hunger in his touch made her pulse race. The mix of fear and arousal—being held so high, so vulnerable—sent a tremor through her that she couldn't name.
She was panting, but she still managed to explain.
"Today, I… I saw Jasmine being bullied by Blair. I didn't realize how much she'd been going through. We're close, and I want to help her."
Terrence lifted his head from the softness of her chest. "Do you need my help?"
"No… no, I don't. You've already done enough by letting her stay. I'll handle the rest." Her voice was breathless.
Something flickered in his eyes. His hand moved to her nipple, rolling it slowly between his fingers, firm and deliberate, as if sealing his words into her skin.
"And what about me?"
Bianca blinked, dazed, her neck arching as her hands gripped his shoulders. "What… what do you mean?"
"You're not taking me tomorrow?"
There was a petulant edge to his tone as he lowered his head again, teeth grazing her nipple. His hand squeezed her breast harder.
Bianca let out a helpless whimper, trying to push him away, but it was useless.
"It's… it's not a good idea. Jasmine doesn't know you well. If you're there, she… she won't relax." Her words came out stuttered and broken.
Her mind was drowning in sensation, barely able to form coherent thoughts.
"I can keep my distance."
His other hand slipped between her legs, fingers working her clit with ruthless precision. The cold edge of his glasses dragged across her breast, and the sharp sensation made her arch her neck.
"No… you can't."
Terrence's movements paused. "Which part can't I do?"
Bianca bit her lip, flushed with frustration. "Both! Jasmine's in the next room—you can't just… And besides, it's just the two of us girls. What would it look like if you tagged along? She barely knows you. She'd be uncomfortable."
Terrence let out a cold laugh. His hand resumed its work, harder and faster this time, with a punishing edge.
Bianca couldn't hold back the moans spilling from her lips. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her body writhing under the onslaught of sensation. Words failed her—only gasps remained.
"Terrence, stop!" she begged, tears clinging to her lashes, making her look utterly pitiful.
He released her breast and grabbed both her wrists, pinning them high above her head before pulling them behind her back. She was trapped against him, unable to move.
The intensity of it sent her heart racing. Her toes curled, her body twisting helplessly as her moans grew louder. She'd completely forgotten they weren't alone in the apartment.
The pleasure crashed over her like a tidal wave. White light exploded behind her eyes, and her body went limp. Her release soaked through his pants.
Terrence didn't seem to care. The hunger in his eyes was hidden behind those gold-rimmed glasses, his expression still maddeningly composed.
But the bulge straining against his trousers told a different story.
Even as Bianca went boneless in his arms, he didn't stop. If anything, his movements grew faster.
Her body was still hypersensitive from her orgasm. Her pupils dilated in panic, her voice breaking into a desperate plea mixed with gasps.
"Terrence, no, please, I'm sorry—I didn't mean I wouldn't take you, I just… ah… no… please…"
She collapsed against his shoulder, drool dampening his shirt. With her hands pinned behind her, she was completely at his mercy.
Wave after wave of sensation crashed through her. Her pussy clenched and fluttered, desperately seeking something to fill the aching emptiness.
She wanted him inside her.
Suddenly, Bianca lifted her head. Through the haze of desire, she hooked her tongue under the frame of his glasses and pulled them off with her teeth, spitting them aside.
The raw hunger in his eyes was finally exposed. He exhaled sharply and stilled.
Seizing the moment, Bianca kissed his brow, her tongue tracing a slow path down his face—his cheek, his jaw—before reaching his ear.
She took his earlobe between her lips, teasing it with her tongue, then moved higher, tracing the shell of his ear.
Bit by bit, she stoked the fire in him.
Her body moved restlessly against his. Her hardened nipples rubbed against his shirt, as if trying to reach the ones beneath the fabric.
Terrence grabbed the back of her neck and crushed his mouth to hers, his tongue invading her mouth with brutal intensity.
His other hand released her wrists and grabbed her breast instead, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh to keep it still.
Mission accomplished, Bianca relaxed, letting him kiss her however he wanted.
When they finally broke apart, it was reluctant. A thin strand of saliva connected their lips before snapping, leaving a faint trace of heat in the air.
Bianca nuzzled his jaw, her voice soft and coaxing. "Terrence… next time, okay? I'll take you next time."
Terrence didn't answer. Instead, he freed his cock—already straining, desperate—and drove it into her in one brutal thrust.
Her empty pussy finally got what it craved. The overwhelming fullness made her walls clench around him, gripping him so tightly it felt like she might break him.
Terrence gave her ass a light slap, his brow furrowing. "You're too tight."
Bianca's eyes went wide with disbelief. Before she could protest, he thrust upward hard, driving the words right back down her throat.
This angle let him go deeper.
After one orgasm, her body was already oversensitive. The depth of this position was too much. She panicked, trying to squirm away, but Terrence held her in place.