Chapter 82. Trapped!

Ava

She moaned, loud, helpless, hips bucking into my hand.

I added a second finger, curled them slowly, stroked that spot inside her that made her thighs shake.

“There we go,” I breathed, watching her face crumble with pleasure and shame.

I kept the rhythm steady, deep, relentless, thumb brushing her clit with every thrust of my fingers, until she was panting, gripping the edge of the desk, coming apart on my hand in the middle of the empty lecture hall.

When she finally collapsed forward, forehead pressed to my shoulder, trembling, I withdrew my fingers slowly, brought them to my lips, and licked them clean while she watched, dazed and wrecked.

I kissed her forehead, soft as a promise.

***

I checked into the same hotel under a fake name, paid cash, took the room on the top floor with the Do Not Disturb sign already hanging.

I showered until the water ran cold, scrubbed every fingerprint off my skin, then wrapped myself in