Page 32 of Dark Ink

He grinned. “Good girl.”

He slid three fingers inside me all the way to the hilt, filling me. I was so wet all resistance had disappeared.

“Oh sweet Raglan Road girl, you’re going to get fucked so hard.”

The rattle of the doorknob jolted us both from our trance, shattered the bubble that had formed around us. It shocked me like ice water thrown over me. The wicked thing retreated inside me until cold fear was all I felt.

I shook my head and tried to pull away from Rian’s hand. “Professor Merrick—”

“Ignore them.”

“We can’t.”

I shoved myself to my feet, my legs shaking as I brushed down my skirt, and hurried toward the door that rattled again. Behind the frosted glass a voice called, “Hello? Is there someone there?”

Rian caught me with an arm around my waist halfway to the door and he crushed my side to him. “This isn’t over.”

The intensity of his gaze frightened me. The urgency of his cock against my thigh, hard already again for me, shook my resolve. God, I wanted him. Wanted his fingers, his tongue, his cock, in all the ways he promised me and more. In every single needy hole.

If it weren’t for the voice outside the door, things would have been different. I didn’t know whether to be grateful or angry at the interruption.

“You need to leave me alone,” I said weakly, trying one more time to “do the right thing”. After all, I was a good girl. I had to be a good girl.

He gave me a dark smile. “You don’t actually want that.”

“I’ll…I’ll leave the school—” I said weakly.

“I’ll find you.” The muscles in Rian’s arms trembled. “Wherever you go…”

I believed him. It should scare me, what he just said. This obsession. Instead it lit something inside me. A fire I never knew I had. An ache, a burning. I felt alive.

“Then…later,” I whispered, aware of the shadowy outline just past the panel of glass. “Maybe later you can…help me with my art.”

“Your art?”

I nodded, hoping he’d understand that I needed this flimsy excuse. Needed another reason to see him other than because I wanted to get fucked. Other than he brought out something wicked in me and I wanted to be wicked.

“Okay, I’ll help you with your…art.”

“Okay.”

“Tonight,” he said without question.

I swallowed, then thinking of Stewart, said, “It has to be your place, though.”

Rian nodded again. “Do you know the Dolphins Barn area?”

I shook my head.

“Then meet me nearby at a place called Dublin Ink.”

Rian

The problem with the good things is…if one is good, why isn’t two better? If two is better, why not three? And if you make it to three, how the fuck are you supposed to ever stop since it’s that fucking good?

There were lots of good things in life. Friends. A pint of beer. Sunshine. A new tattoo. Weed. Drugs.

Eithne.