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“Was that about me?” My voice is timid.

Aiden’s chin lifts against the biting wind, and he tugs me harder toward his side as we amble toward the library. “What doyouthink?”

“They don’t want to see you hurting again.”

“I won’t,” he barks. But then he freezes and spins me by the upper arm to face him. “Because you? You meannothingto me. Except as a convenient hole to store my cum.” With a yank on my hand, he pulls me forward as I reel from the wrath coating his expression. “Move.”

His words make me wince. I know he doesn’t mean them. But I’m afraid of the day he finally does.

Instead of the table we sat at last time, he steers us to the far back—the shadowed stretch of the library where the lights don’t quite reach. It’s quieter here. Too quiet. A few gunners and loners are scattered across the long tables, heads bent over laptops, oblivious to the storm blowing in.

I’m about to slide into a chair when his hands hook my waist, dragging me down onto his lap.

His mouth brushes my ear. “Lift up.”

It’s not a request.

I clutch the wooden armrests and rise enough to feel him unzip. The heat that pulses between my thighs spikes when his palm presses low against my stomach, and he guides me back down—over him, around him—until my cunt swallows him whole.

A sharp gasp leaves the back of my throat, but my body’s already adapting to the thick stretch. I shift, and the head of his cock finds that sweet spot that makes my toes curl in my shoes.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, the words hot and lethal against my neck. “Sink down and take every. Single. Inch of me.Nice and slow.”

Squeezing my eyes closed, I try not to whimper. There’s no way I can act normal. But Aiden pulls out a piece of paper and a pencil anyway. Then flips to my algebra homework on his tablet.

“Begin,” he orders, pressing the pencil into my grip.

When I bend forward to write the first number, his hips tilt to spear me deeper. Pleasure surges through me until my voice stutters. “I can’t?—”

“You can,” he cuts in, hand sliding under my dress to toy with the thin scrap of lace he made me wear. “And you will.”

If anyone looked under the table, they’d see everything—my thighs spread, dress rucked up, his dick buried inside me to the hilt.

The thought makes my cheeks flush hot. And my pussy wetter.

His lips drag up my shoulder. “My filthy little slut needs a big cock inside her to study, doesn’t she?”

“I think it’s the opposite,” I say through clenched teeth.

He hums against my shoulder, then laces his forearm around my waist. With hurried movements, he plunges inside me rapidly. The squishy sounds of us and the squeaking chair only cause one other student to glance up, but they don’t know what’s going on.

“Aiden…” I whisper, feeling myself getting hotter. His fingers trail up higher until they find my clit, then rhythmically pulse against it where I need it most.

My back arches as I sway on his thickness, and he grunts. “That’s it. I’m going to fill you up right here in front of this entire room. My nasty whore.”

I grab his taut arm and use it to help me rise toward detonation. My mind blazes with arousal, thoughts blur into nothing except ecstasy. As I almost peak, Aiden’s vacant hand slips up and pulls the top of my dress down until my tits are out and exposed.

“Show them,” he growls against my ear. “Show them what a slut you are for me. Half-naked, fucking my big dick, taking it like the little whore you are.” His palm moves to slap my outer thigh. “Yell my name out loud. I want them all to hear it.”

I can’t hold back anymore. There’s no stopping the train of bliss as it rides through my body at full speed, filling me in ways I never knew I needed. Breasts on show for everyone to see. Hips writhing against him. Taking his cock deep inside me and hoping he does explode in me with everything he has.

I’m a whore. I’m a complete slut for him. I know it. I accept it.

I want it.

“Aiden!” I scream. Students snap their heads toward me until I gather my senses enough to shift my dress back into place.

But Aiden’s hug on me doesn’t let up. I feel the surging throb of him filling me with his cum.