Page 11 of Look What You Made Me Do

I can’t explain this away as a weird anomaly now. Whoever this person is, they know where I live, and they know my class schedule. I’m thoroughly freaked out.

Putting my backpack down, I lean against the cold plaster wall and suck in several long breaths, trying to calm myself.

It’s okay. Everything is okay. It’s a fucking flower. You’re fine.

Pulling out my phone, I immediately text Alexis. She replies within a few seconds, thank God, and tells me to meet her at the coffee shop after her class.

I book it to the coffee shop, even though I’ll have to wait forty-five minutes for her class to be over. I just can’t be in this building right now. It’s making me feel claustrophobic.

I practically burst out of the building, into the bright morning, and instantly collided with a brick wall. A brick wall that smells like sand, ocean, and bright blue skies—if any of that had a smell. A pair of large hands curl around my upper arms, steadying me.

“Wyn,” the wall says, surprised.

Glancing up, I see Lucas’ face, his brows pinched together in concern. “You good?”

I blink up at him. Why is he here of all places? It’s suspicious, but then again, everything is suspicious right now. “Were you following me? Did you put that…” I search for the word, but my brain is completely scrambled right now, “...thingon my desk?”

“I’m on my way to class.”

I pull myself out of his hold, stumbling back a little.Okay. It’s okay. Everything is fine.I struggle to pull in a full breath, but it feels like there’s an iron band tightly secured around my ribcage. I tilt my heat up and pace.

Oh,Jezus.

I’m having a panic attack.

Yup.Perfect. And right in front of Lucas, too.

I rub my sternum, trying to catch my breath. My heart is beating too fast. Maybe I’m actually having a heart attack?

Lucas grabs me again, pulling me into the building I just left, and into a woman’s bathroom. He checks the three stalls quickly, then finding them empty, he locks the main door so no one can come in.

“Lucas…” I try to push past him, but he throws me against the wall, and the breath whooshes from my lungs.

“What the fuck is going on, Wyn?” he hisses, his knee pressing between my legs, causing a delicious sort of tension to throb in my core.

I swallow, struggling to get my bearings. With him so close, it’s hard to focus on my panic attack. Fuckingrude.

“Breathe,” he whispers, leaning in, his breath hot against my cheek.

I fight against him, but it’s pointless. He’s too strong, and his hands and body prevent me from moving freely.

“Shhh,” he soothes, whispering in my ear. “Focus on me.”

Pulling in a gulp of air, I let my head fall against the tiled wall, and suddenly all the fight is drained from me. I close my eyes and try to focus on my breathing like he's telling me to do. What the hell do I have to lose, right?

His hand slips under the skirt of my dress, pushing past the hem of my panties. One long finger finds my slit, and without any warning, he pushes it inside me. I suck in a sharp breath and rise up onto the tips of my toes.Fuck. Yes.He moves inside me slowly, driving in deep. Then he adds more fingers until he’s pumping in and out of me quickly.

What the fuck is happening right now?

That thought flits across my mind for a brief second before I'm completely overtaken by sensation. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched. A vibrator is great, but it’s not the same. It’s not like this. And Lucas knows his way around a pussy, that’s for sure.

His handsome face is close to mine, his musky scent surrounding me as he fucks me with his hand, his thumb applying just the right amount of pressure to my clit.

Oh, damn, that feels good.

I’m gripping his shirt, pulling him closer, holding on for dear life as my leg comes up and wraps around his waist, giving him better access to my pussy.

“You like that, don’t you, filthy whore?” he whispers harshly in my ear.

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