Page 13 of Kings & Chaos

He lowered his face and nuzzled his way from my jaw to my cheek, then planted a kiss on the sensitive skin below my ear. “I think I can keep you warm.”

I shivered, and my nipples hardened against my lace bra. “At home maybe.”

He chuckled, and I felt the vibration of it through my chest. “You think I can’t keep you warm here, tiger?” His hand slipped around my jacket and under the crop top. He pulled my nipple between two fingers through my bra. “You think I can’t keep you warm anywhere?”

I tried to see around him, but he was too big. We were in a world of our own. I had no idea what was happening beyond his muscular body and I was pretty damn close to not caring.

“There are people…” I said weakly.

Emphasis onweakly. Because Oscar’s hand had dropped from my tit, left a trail of fire over my bare stomach, and was now inching its way under the extremely limited fabric of my skirt.

“I don’t care about them,” Oscar said, his voice low. I felt the length of his hard-on against my thigh as his fingers slid under my lace panties. “You’re cold. I can’t have my girl cold.”

I didn’t know what was sexier — being calledourgirl orhisgirl, but fuck me if I wouldn’t take both.

“But…” My words were lost as he slipped two fingers inside me.

“But?” He prompted, making circles over my clit with his thumb.

I sighed, giving myself over to the pull of the orgasm that was building at my center. I was wet — like, soaking wet — and I rested my head against the brick wall behind us and closed my eyes as I moved my hips in time to his fingers.

“Jesus tiger,” he said, “I’ve fucking missed this.”

“Missed what?” I breathed.

“Your wet little cunt,” he said. “I’d rather have it wrapped around my dick, but feeling you around my fingers is pretty hot too.”

I rode his hand, grinding my clit against his thumb while he finger-fucked me into oblivion. It was the best kind of torture, made all the more torturous because it wasn’t enough.

As good as it was, I wanted more. I wanted Oscar fucking Drago buried balls deep in my pussy, his pierced dick stroking me everywhere all at once.

I whimpered, beyond caring that someone might hear me come right in the hallway outside Psych class, and Oscar closed his mouth over mine. The stroke of his tongue combined with the pressure on my clit and his fingers plunging in and out of my wet cunt were enough to finish me off.

I came hard against his hand, moaning into his mouth as waves of pleasure rolled over me. By the time it was over, my legs were wobbly, my breath coming in short gasps like I’d run a marathon instead of having a totally shameless orgasm in almost-full view of my peers at Aventine.

Oscar dropped his head to my neck. “Damn. Now I know why Rock always wants to walk you to class.”

I laughed with what little energy I had left. “Am I late for class?”

He lifted his head and gave me a wicked grin. “If you care, I haven’t done my job.”

“I don’t care. Like, at all,” I said. “Just wondering.”

“Not late yet,” he said. “You might even have time to dip into the bathroom and clean up a little.”

He removed his hand from my tit and straightened my clothes, then stepped back.

I half-expected everyone to be staring, but other than a few curious glances, everyone was too busy hurrying to class to pay us much attention.

“You can go,” I said. “You’re going to be late.”

“No way, tiger.” He took my hand and peeled me off the wall, then led me to the women’s restroom. “I’ll wait.”

I cleaned up quickly and found him right where I’d left him, leaning against the wall with one leg bent, looking like a pierced fantasy.

He walked me to class and said goodbye just inside the doors of Professor Ryan’s lecture hall, but not before casting a warning glance at Professor Ryan, standing at the front of the class as everyone filed in.

The bruises on his face were fading, but the hatred in his eyes made it clear he had no intention of forgiving and forgetting the beating he’d taken the night he’d come on to me at Ruby’s.

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