“Please,” I whisper, “just listen to me–”
I’m shut up when he pushes my underwear to the side, plunging two of his fingers inside of me. A loud gasp comes from me, and that gains the attention of a handful of students. Soren acts unbothered, nonchalant as always, while I’m trying my best not to lose my shit.
Slowly, Soren starts pumping his fingers in and out of me, my eyes closing for a couple of seconds. Soren’s getting closer and closer, his words a mere whisper in my ear.
“Such a good slut for me,” he murmurs. “Taking my fingers so well.”
“We’ll get caught,” I swallow, opening my eyes, frantically looking around.
“So be it,” he chuckles. “Fuck, your cunt is so greedy for my fingers, Princess. You’ll break them at this rate.”
My heart flutters in my chest, the words going straight to my core. I bite down on my lip harshly, suppressing moans that threaten to slip. The orgasm is slowly approaching, and I can’t control the trembling of my body.
Soren curls his fingers inside of me, and this pace is driving me mad. It’s slow, deep, and sensual in a way that I never experienced before. He hits my G-spot with each thrust of his fingers, causing me to see stars.
“Fuck, Soren,” I breathe out, keeping my voice low.
“That’s it,” he hums. “Milk my fingers, like a good little whore. Go on, cum all over my fingers in a classroom, Sophia. Show me just how much I own this body of yours, how big a slut you are for the pleasure only I can bring.”
His words are enough to trigger my orgasm, and I lower myhead on the desk, biting on my forearm while I come all over his fingers, my body trembling from the shock. The wave of my climax is big, and it’s only because it’s in such a public place.
“That’s my good girl,” he says, kissing the top of my head.
He pulls his fingers out of me, and I lift my head just in time to see him sucking the juices off his fingers, my cheeks growing redder at the sight.
“Soren,” I whisper-yell. “That was insane.”
“And?” He drawls out, then quickly readjusts my underwear and skirt, making sure no one’s seeing what we’ve been up to. “Insanity is a good look on me, wouldn’t you agree?”
I roll my eyes. “And for the record?”
“Yes, Sophia?”
“I was meeting with Damien to tell him we should put some distance between us.”
THIRTY-FOUR
Sophia is nuzzled into my side, the soft light shining through the curtains. With a soft sigh, I gently pull away from her, standing up, and running my hands over my face. Kenzo’s gone to God knows where, and he gave us all the privacy we needed last night. Though, Sophia had to learn a lesson on being quiet, given that the dorms around mine are occupied.
Her blonde hair is sprawled all over my pillow, her scent soaking into the duvet. She’s naked under the covers, her bare back turned to me. Gently, I run a finger down her spine, and although she doesn’t wake up, she stirs a little.
Fuck. I’m utterly and completely fucked.
I always knew that this game of obsession was a dangerous one, and now that I’ve finally gotten the taste of Sophia, I can’t satisfy myself. I want to be near her, always and forever.
My eyes snap shut while I force myself to stand up, grab a clean set of clothes, and enter the bathroom. A cold shower helps the boner that I always seem to have when she’s around me.
It’sseven in the morning, and the classes don’t start ‘till nine, giving us enough time to get ready and head down for breakfast. Though she’ll likely not want to be seen with me.
I dress in the uniform, standing in front of the mirror and tossing the tie around my neck. My shirt is still unbuttoned, showing the tattoo Sophia did on me, completely healed. Somehow, it fits perfectly with everything else I have on my body, and I wouldn’t get it removed for the world.
With a chuckle, I shake my head, button up the shirt, and properly secure the tie around my neck, grabbing the pants, tucking the shirt in, and adding my leather belt.
“Soph,” I lean in, my lips an inch away from her ear. “Wake up, Princess. We have to leave soon.”
She groans, slowly rolling over on her back and sitting up. The covers slip down, pooling around her waist, and I force myself to look out the window. Her hair falls over her bare chest, and it has to be one of the most erotic sights I’ve ever seen. Just Sophia, raw and open, and so fucking beautiful.
“What time is it?”
