Page 145 of Twisting Beauty

My hips bucked involuntarily against his hand, and he shot me a warning glance, eyes flashing with dark amusement at my struggle.

The driver’s eyes lifted again.

I turned my face into his shoulder, needing to hide, my breath breaking against his throat.

His fingers changed angle, went deeper, curling to rub my G-spot, and the small broken sound I made got buried in the fabric of his shirt.

The car seemed to spin around me as my world reduced to his hand.

I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood, my body trembling on the edge as his relentless pace drove me higher.

The car turned. In my periphery, we passed through the Ravenwood gates. Oh God, we were moments away from pulling up.

Lorcan’s gaze met mine, dark and unrelenting. A warning. A claim.

I broke.

The orgasm hit fast and hard and I bit down on the sound, nails digging into my own thigh, my body shaking through it in silence.

His fingers worked me through each tremor, drawing out every last pulse of pleasure until my vision blurred at the edges.

A soft, shuddering breath escaped my lips as I sagged against the leather seat, boneless and spent.

He withdrew his hand and brought his fingers to his lips, tasting me, sucking them clean with a wicked smile.

“Mine,” he murmured, low enough that only I could hear.

I smoothed my skirt, forcing my breaths into an even rhythm as the car pulled up in front of the Ravenwood building, trying to act unbothered, as though nothing had happened. As if I wasn’t still shuddering from the inside out. As if I didn’t still feel the ghost of his fingers still inside me and my thighs weren’t still slick with the heat of him.

Fuck. I had solved nothing. I had barely survived the car ride.

I needed to get through this class. To ditch Lorcan. To find Deargán.

Before he did something neither of us could come back from.

I could still feel his fingers in me and the slickness he’d left behind as I scrambled away from the car, barreling through the front doors and racing into the Ravenwood corridor.

But Lorcan was right there at my shoulder.

I sped up.

He matched my pace. Damn his long legs.

I turned sharply at the first cross-passage, but he turned with me without breaking stride, his shoulder brushing mine.

He wasn’t even pretending he wasn’t crowding me.

I spotted Nuala at her locker, pulling books out for our first lecture. I cut a line straight to her. “Nuala.”

She turned toward my voice, her face pale and hollowed.

My stomach twisted. Something was wrong.

She grabbed my arm as soon as I neared her. “I need to show you something.”

Her voice came out low and strained. Her eyes flicked to Lorcan by my side.

“Go away, Lorcan. I need to talk to my friend.” I caught Nuala’s elbow and pulled her away from the lockers into an alcove, glaring back at him over my shoulder.