Page 30 of Lords of Ruin: Owned

His fingers press harder, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves that makes my legs tremble. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to focus on anything but the way his touch sets me on fire, but it’s impossible. Every stroke of his fingers sends sparks shootingthrough me, and I can feel myself getting closer to the edge with every second.

“Open your eyes,” Cast commands, his voice sharper now. “Watch him while you cum for me.”

I force my eyes open, locking onto Vincent again. He’s still talking to the baseball player, but his gaze keeps flicking toward the car, a faint frown tugging at his lips. The sight of him—so close, yet so oblivious—makes my stomach twist with embarrassment and shame. I am being finger fucked in public, anyone can see me. Other students, Vincent, or a fucking professor. “Cast, what if-”

“Shh, pawn, we’re getting to the good part.”

Cast’s fingers move faster, curling inside me just enough to make my back arch off the seat. I bite down on my lip to keep from crying out, but a soft moan slips past anyway, muffled by the sound of our breathing filling the car. His other hand slides up my thigh, pushing my jeans down lower until the cool air brushes against my overheated skin.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his lips grazing the sensitive spot behind my ear. “I want to hear you scream.”

Vincent's gaze is fixed on me, a knowing expression spreading across his face. He smirks, and holy hell, he knows.

“Look at thatcariña. He knows what you're doing.” Cast taunts his thumb moving faster in small circles right on my clit, while two of his fingers plunge in and out of me.

I don’t move my eyes away from him, instead grinding against Cast’s hand as I look at Vincent Beaumont, one of the most stunning men I've ever laid eyes on. The fact that he knows I amfantasizing about him right now only adds to the intense desire building inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until it becomes unbearable.

“Oh God.” I moan out.

“I prefer Cast, but if you want me to be your God I can.” Cast’s hot breath runs down my spine, and I push out a breath as if it is a burden to breathe right now. I clench around Cast's fingers, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I ride out the intense release, trembling uncontrollably.

When I finally come back to myself, Cast is watching me with a satisfied smirk, his fingers still pressed inside me. My cheeks burn as I realize how exposed I must look, out of breath and sprawled across the passenger seat with my jeans around my knees.

Before I can protest, his fingers slide out of me, leaving me empty and aching. He lifts them to his lips, sucking the taste of me off his skin with a wicked grin. My stomach flips at the sight, and before I beg him to take my virginity right now, I try to sit up, but his hand presses against my stomach, holding me in place as he looks down at his passenger seat.

“Did you squirt, pawn?” He muses.

“Oh fuck,” I panic, looking at the large wet spot on the passenger seat of Cast’s car. “I am so sorry. During study hall I can go to the market and get some-”

“Woah,cariña.Don’t you ever apologize for your pleasure.”

“But I-”

“No,” he says, his voice soft but insistent.

A knock startles me, and I look up to see Vincent staring at me with wild eyes. Cast rolls down the window, a smug look on his face as he speaks. “May I help you?”

“I know I did not just see you make our girl cum in the middle of the school parking lot.” Vincent snarls, yet his voice drips with want and desire.

“Cum, no. Squirt, abso-fucking-lutely.”

“Is that right, Princess?” Vincent smirks, leaning in closer to me. “Did you just squirt looking at me?”

I don’t dare look at hm, because knowing Vincent, he has a million dollar smile on his face and I can’t take the fact that I squirted and that smug look in both Cast and Vincent’s eyes. Too many things have happened this morning.

“I-I have to get to class.” I whisper, leaning down to pull up my jeans, but this time Cast doesn’t stop me.

“Aww, look at our girl.” Cast mocks, sliding a strand of my hair behind my ear. “A dirty slut, and a good little student.”

“I don’t know which one turns me on more.” Vincent agrees, adjusting himself.

I tug my jeans into place, trying to ignore the warmth rushing to my cheeks as I fasten the button. My fingers tremble slightly, but I force myself to act composed despite the two sets of eyes locked on me.

“You’re adorable when you’re flustered,” Cast teases.

I grab my bag, my heart thundering in my chest as I avoid their gazes. “I really have to get to class,” I say, more to myself than to them, my voice barely above a whisper.

Cast leans in just enough to make my skin prickle with awareness. “ I’ll see you later, pawn.”

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