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He trails his hand up higher, just barely teasing the place between my thighs with his fingertips. I drop the pen and grip the edge of the desk, my hips jerking forward involuntarily as sparks shoot through my limbs, radiating out from my clit.
“Tell me to stop.” Malice’s voice is a low burn in my ear. “If you don’t tell me to stop,Solnyshka, I’m going to find out the answer to that question.”
Oh my god. There’s no way he’s going to… Not in class.
But he is. Hedoes.
When I don’t answer or even shake my head, his hand works its way under the waistband of my pants, slipping beneath my panties to find my clit. I bite down hard on my lip as he circles that sensitive bud with the pad of one rough finger.
“Yeah,” he muses. “I was right. If I wasn’t, you wouldn’t be so fucking soaked right now.”
His voice is so quiet that only I can hear it, but it seems designed to go right to my core.
I squeeze my legs together, terrified that someone is going to look over and see, but Malice doesn’t seem bothered by that possibility at all as he works his hand a little lower, dipping two fingers into me shallowly.
He slides them out and brings them to my clit again, pressing and rubbing against it in a way that sends jolt after jolt of hot, intense pleasure through me.
I keep trying to force it down, to breathe through it and keep my face impassive. But Malice’s willpower is a terrifying thing, and it’s clear he’s not going to let up until he gets what he wants.
And what he wants seems to be for me to fall apart right here and now.
Oh god. Oh fuck. I dig my teeth into my lower lip and close my eyes, trying to fight against the tide of it. That proves to be a mistake, because with my eyes closed, I can vividly picture the glimpse of Malice’s cock I got last night, and my brain fills in how intense it would feel to have that inside me.
A whimper builds in my throat, and I swallow it back, my eyes snapping open. I make the mistake of looking over at Malice, and he’s looking right back at me.
His dark eyes burn with heat as he stares at me, half a glower, half… something else. In the dim light of the classroom, he looks even more like a shadowy god than usual.
“Look around you,” he whispers, leaning in even closer so that his lips almost touch my ear. “No one in this room knows that you’re about to come. No one but you and me. They don’t know how fucking slick you are, or how you’re grinding against my hand. They don’t know how fucking greedy you are.”
I shake my head, but I don’t really know what I’m objecting to. Maybe this whole thing. But I don’t tell him to stop.
He traps my clit between two fingers, pinching it lightly, and it sends a jolt of sensation through me so intense that it almost takes my breath away. I bite down harder on my lip, a second away from putting my hand over my mouth to keep from making noise.
The heat in me builds and builds, getting sharper and more intense. And then, all of a sudden, it’s too much. I can’t stop it, and Malice seems to know that. He moves his fingers faster, sending me hurtling over the edge.
When my orgasm hits me, it feels like I’m having a seizure or something. It takes over my whole body, white hot and electric, making me shudder from head to toe. I cling to him, my fingers digging into his muscled forearm as I try desperately to be quiet so that no one will look over at us.
As the waves of sensation finally start to ebb away, I’m panting for breath, my nostrils flaring as I struggle to keep my desperate inhalations from getting too loud.
Malice works his hand free, dragging it out from my jeans.
Holding my gaze, he licks his fingers clean one by one, his tongue practically caressing each digit. Then he drags two fingers over my cheek, a little of his saliva and my arousal smearing on my skin.
“If you see anyone else following you, let us know,” he says, his tone turning hard and businesslike again.
Without another word, he gets up and walks out of the classroom as the movie continues to play.
Once the door closes quietly behind him, I slump in my chair, my heart still racing and my entire body burning up like I have a fever.
The rest of the lecture passes by in a haze, and I have no idea how I manage to pack up my things and file out of the building with everyone else when it ends. My legs feel shaky, and every so often, there’s a phantom pulse between my thighs, as if the aftershocks of my orgasm are still coursing through me.
I blink in the sunlight as I step outside the building, and as my eyes adjust to the brightness after the darkened classroom, I notice Colin heading up the pathway in my direction.
He waves, jogging up to me. “Hey, Willow. How’s it going?”
It takes me a second to unstick my tongue from the roof of my mouth and remember how to talk to a normal person.Likea normal person.
“Oh, um, I’m fine,” I finally say. “How are you?”
