Chapter 4

Her fingers started working in and out of her hole. *Fuck.* She wanted to moan out loud, imagining it being his big fingers ramming in and out of her while she screamed his title. Arya was getting close, and she knew he could see it in her eyes—the way they narrowed, clouded in pleasure.

Suddenly, Lucas stood up. The chair scraped loudly against the floor with a harsh *screeeech*. Every student looked up.

"Continue your work!" he barked. His voice was shaking with a rage she had never heard before.

Everyone immediately buried their heads back in their papers. He…