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His words are like a bucket of ice water being poured over me. I suddenly remember who has his fingers inside my pussy, and it jolts me back to reality. I shove at his chest, and he actually moves a little. But it’s not enough to get him to back off, so I pull my hand back and slap him across the face. His head whips to the side, and a red mark instantly blooms across that incredible jaw.

“Get the fuck off me,” I yell.

He’s still inside me when he straightens. His jaw is tight, and his nostrils are flared. He’s pissed, but he maintains control. He starts moving his fingers again, thrusting into me with so much force that my body awakens all over again.

Then it happens. My orgasm comes so fast, and so hard, I choke on it, sucking in gulps of air as an electric current rushes through my bloodstream. I’m about to scream out, but he shoves his hand over my mouth, muffling the sound.

And still, he doesn’t let up. He strums my clit until every last drop of pleasure is wrung from my body. When he finally removes his hand, I sag against the wall, eyes closed, all the energy completely wrung out of me. My legs are jelly.

My God.

“You’re a fucking bastard,” I say.

Fuck him for taking that orgasm without my permission. The fucking asshole. I didn’t want him to have that part of me.

He moves away from me, and I hear the tap turn on for a second before my heart finally slows down, and I’m brave enough to open my eyes. I regret it instantly, though, because the look in his eyes is dark and angry.

“Touch me again, Lucas, and I swear to God…”

He grabs my face. “Don’t ever fucking tell me what to do again,” he says, squeezing my jaw so hard my eyes start to water. “You hear me?”

“I hate you,” I say through gritted teeth.

He smirks, and pushes my face, finally giving me the separation I crave. “Join the fucking club…”

I open my mouth to say something back, but he’s already unlocking the door, and stepping out into the hallway, and I’m left there, wondering what the fuck just happened…

CHAPTER FOUR

Wyn

It tookme several long minutes before I was brave enough to leave that bathroom. What’s weird is that Lucas gave me absolutely no explanation about why he finger fucked me. Was it just a game, to see if he could?

I’m so damn confused it’s not even funny.

I meet Alexis for coffee a half-hour later, and of course, I tell her everything that just happened. She’s just as confused as I am.

“Maybe he was trying to distract you?” she offers, holding her paper coffee cup with both hands. “Could that be it?”

I blow out a breath and lean against the backrest of my chair. “Yeah, I mean, I don’t know. I thought he hated me. That’s always the vibe I got from him.”

And after his freak-out last night, what he did today isdoublyconfusing.

Alexis takes a sip from her coffee, and then sets the paper cup down in front of her, squinting against the sunlight. “Guys are fucking weird,” she says. “They can completely divorcethemselves from the act of sex. He probably just saw an opportunity and took it.”

Yeah, I’m sure it meant nothing to him. He caught me when I was vulnerable, and took advantage of that. I should hate him. Idohate him. He’s a fucking hypocrite.

“You’re right.” I take a sip of my lukewarm latte. What just happened between us was a freak thing, and I should just forget about it. But,daymn, the way Lucas played my body like a four-string guitar…

Nope, not thinking about that.

“What you reallyneed is a good fuck.” Alexis smiles, and I have to refrain from rolling my eyes. We’re back to this again. “A nice big cock to make you forget about Lucas–fucking–West.”

“I tried that already.”

She waves off my comment. “A couple of us are hitting the club tomorrow, you wanna join?”

“I have an article due on Thursday,” I say. An article that I haven’t even thought about yet. I don’t even have a topic. That’s how behind I am.

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