“Wider.” He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t have to.
I obeyed before I could think, shifting my knees apart until I was indecently open. Cool air raced up the inner seam of my legs.
Luka didn’t touch me—not even a graze. He watched, head tilted, a satisfied smile ghosting across his lips. “Beautiful,” he said. “Was that so hard?”
“Yes,” I admitted, my knees still open in defiance of every Catholic school rule.
He thumbed the hem of my skirt, tracing the line of my thigh, then grinned.
“I like that you listen,” he said, voice deep as bedrock. He pulsed his hand once on my knee. The signal was unmistakable: wider.
My breath caught, but I obeyed. I felt the line of his approval, how it charged the air between us—denser, more dangerous, but also radiant with the kind of praise that made me want to peel open further, to show him everything until there was nothing left to hide.
“You’re not used to being told what to do, are you?”
I laughed, short and involuntary. “No,” I said, because he already knew. “Not really.”
His eyes glinted, bright and hungry. “Then I’ll enjoy this even more.” He curled his finger, beckoning. “Pull up your skirt. Show me how wet you are for me.”
The low burr of his accent cut straight through me, taking the last of my resistance with it. I dragged the skirt up, inch by inch, until it was a belt around my waist. My thighs trembled as I held the position—open, exposed.
Luka leaned in, close enough that his heat crowded my space. He let the silence spool between us, thick with my breathing and the faint scent of wool and vodka. Then, with a featherlight touch, he grazed his fingertip up the inside of my thigh. I flinched—couldn’t help it—but he followed, unhurried, parting me with a single stroke.
I jerked, breath catching in my throat, but he didn’t pause. Didn’t even slow. Instead, he pinned my knees wide, one palm holding me splayed, the other slipping deeper to claim what I’d offered the moment I didn’t stop him.
“Don’t you dare pull away from me.”
I froze, his voice winding around my nerves.
He pressed me wider, exposed, and the throb of embarrassment landed in my gut like a punch. Still, I didn’t move—even when the pad of his finger drew a slick, deliberate line through me. I felt the wetness before he showed me. He lifted his hand to the lamplight, his fingertip glistening. The sight should have ruined me, or at least made me want to hide, but it only set my insides spinning harder.
“So wet already,” he said, and the approval in his voice was almost cruel. I burned.
He didn’t wait. He plunged a finger inside—no warning, no easing back, as if my body belonged to him and him alone. I gasped, the sound small and unsteady. Luka watched my face for the exact moment I broke. When it came, he leaned closer, lips parted like he was drinking it in.
“And so fucking tight,” he growled, twisting his hand just enough to make me tremble. He worked his finger deeper, measured and possessive, then added a second—stretching, filling.
My hips jerked—protest or plea, I couldn’t tell—but he only clamped me harder, the span of his hand a shackle I never wanted to escape. He pistoned his fingers, slow at first, until the sensation climbed my spine. The whole room burned down to the slick sound of my arousal and the graze of his thumb circling my clit.
“Look at me.”
My head snapped up, vision black-edged.
“You want to come for me, don’t you?”
I shook my head, a useless denial, but the whimper that leaked out gave me away.
He withdrew, wet fingers glossy, then pressed them to my lips. “Open.”
I did. I let his fingers slide over my tongue, salt and musk and humiliation blooming in my mouth as I sucked them clean. He watched, his jaw tight.
Luka drew his hand back slowly, wiped it once along the inside of my thigh, then rose to his full height. I could feel the demand in the silence before he spoke.
“Strip.”
The word landed like a slap. I blinked up at him, my pulse stuttering as heat climbed my neck and flooded my face. I reached for the top button of my blouse, but my fingers slipped, clumsy and shaking.
His hand caught my chin.