Page 96 of In Darkness We Claim

Her eyes flick around the room, making sure nobody is watching as she tries to pull away, but I keep her grip firmly on me.

“We can’t. Not here,” she whispers, her gaze flitting frantically, even though nobody is paying us any attention. All eyes are on the screen as the teacher talks them through whatever video is playing.

“Don’t move,” I demand, fixing her with a look that makes it clear this isn’t up for debate.

She gives me a tiny nod, her body sagging with acceptance, though her glare remains as her final act of rebellion—something I find incredibly sexy.

Removing my hand from over hers, smirking when she doesn’t even loosen her grip on my dick, I slide it over and rest it on her bare thigh. I silently throw a thank you to whatever higher being decided that Harper should wear one of her cute little dresses today. This would be so much harder if she were wearing trousers, but it wouldn’t have deterred me. The dress just makes life much easier.

As I slide my hand under the hem of her baby-blue dress, trailing my fingernails over her creamy skin, Harper slaps her free hand over mine, stopping me in my tracks. She shakes her head with panicked eyes, her lips falling into a frown when she realises I’m not going to listen to her.

“There’s people all around us,” she hisses, peering around as if to prove her point.

“Then you better be quiet and not draw attention to us,” I tell her, jerking her hand off mine so I can continue my lazy journey up her thigh.

She lets out a harsh laugh as she glares at me. “You drew everyone’s attention to us when you stormed in here like a fucking possessive arsehole.”

I can’t hold back my smile as I say, “You really have developed an awfully dirty mouth, Harper. What would your dad say?”

When her father’s name is spoken, her entire body turns rigid, as if a bucket of icy water has just been dumped on her. The light drains from her eyes, replaced by a deep sadness, and regret hits me instantly.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

This might be the first time I’ve ever apologised to someone…and meant it, but I do. Not necessarily because I regret what I said, but I don’t like seeing her upset.

Besides, her newfound sadness is hindering the plans I had when I walked in here, and now I’m going to have to work to get things back on track.

“It’s okay. I just miss him. I don’t know that he’d hate who I’ve become, but he wouldn’t be happy about everything we’ve lost. It makes me sad to think of him alone in that prison, fighting for his life while mine just carries on. I have to get him out of there,” she says, her eyes filling with unshed tears.

I squeeze her thigh reassuringly, not really knowing what else I can do. “We will do everything we can to help him, but right now, I don’t want you even thinking about your dad. Push him—and any other man, for that matter—out of your mind, and let me distract you.”

She rebounds quicker than I thought was possible, her misty eyes clearing as she goes back to glaring at me. Fuck, I can’t keep up with this woman and her all-over-the-place emotions.

“I should be concentrating on my class, not letting you distract me,” she replies, her voice lacking any real conviction, sounding instead like she secretly hopes I will keep her from her work.

The rough lace of her knickers snag on my fingertips as I trace their delicate edge. Her breath hitches, a tiny sound lost in the hum of the room, as she subtly shifts her weight against the plush fabric of the chair, parting her legs for me.

A deep rose flush creeps up her cheeks, emphasising her adorable freckles, and her eyes darken as her pupils bloom with the intensity of her lust. As my finger traces the slick line of her slit, a low, breathy sound escapes her lips.

She lets out a long exhale as her grip on my cock tightens, and it takes all of my willpower not to push against her tiny hand. I want to rock against her, but there’s no way I’m finishing in my boxers, and that’s the only outcome here, so I focus on Harper instead.

I dip my fingers beneath the soft fabric of her knickers, biting my lower lip as I feel how slick and warm she is for me. Harper shifts lower in her seat, the faint rustle of fabric accompanying her movement, tilting her pussy in just the right way. The subtle scent of her arousal fills the air as I slide my finger inside her.

Harper lets out a soft gasp, before quickly slapping her hand over her mouth, her gaze flicking around frantically to make sure nobody heard her, or is watching us. I don’t even care if they are, though a quick glance confirms nobody is looking our way. Her arsehole teacher is deliberately making sure to look anywhere except at us.

As I add a second finger beside the first, Harper bites down on her lower lip, her flush blooming over her cheeks as her gaze fixes on mine. There’s a war going on inside her beautiful blue eyes, and it’s clear she’s torn between wanting the release I’m going to give her, and her fear of getting caught.

Giving in to her desire, Harper rocks her hips against my hand, altering the angle and allowing my fingers to slip deeper, confirming she’s made her decision. I give her what her eyes are begging for, thrusting my fingers quicker and deeper, curling them just the way she loves.

It takes every bit of her control to not make any noise, and to not meet each of my thrusts. Thankfully, she’s moved her hand off my cock and is now squeezing my thigh as tightly as she can, no doubt using it as a distraction to avoid making a sound.

Normally, I want my girl to scream the place down, to call my name until her throat is as raw as her cunt, but not in the middle of her crowded classroom. Nobody gets to see her fall apart except me.

As my thrusts speed up, becoming more uncoordinated, while my thumb rubs over her sensitive clit, her eyes burn into mine and her chest rises and falls rapidly as she tries desperately to hide her impending release.

“Please,” she whispers, her eyes pleading with me as I press my thumb against her clit, pulling a soft whimper from her.

I lean close, feeling her breath against my cheek as I press soft kisses along her neck, stopping when I’m beside her ear. “Come for me, sweetheart. I want to watch you fall apart in the middle of your class.”