The sleek, blonde hair that hangs like shimmering gold has my fingers itching to tangle those strands, tugging her head back, and ensuring she’s whimpering with need. I know how much she enjoys it. How she loves to feel me when I’ve lost all control.
When she reaches her bed, I can’t stop my gaze from tracking her legs sliding under the covers. Her head falls to the pillow, and soon, her lashes flutter onto the apples of her cheeks.
Her window is bathed in darkness, but I see her. The silhouette of a woman. She’s no longer a girl. Filling out just like I knew she would. I wonder if she dreams of me, of how roughly I’ll pin her to the pretty princess bed and have my wicked way with her. My cock thickens when I think about it.
A soft moan filters through the sliver of the open window. Another follows shortly after, and that’s when I notice just what her hand is doing. Smiling, I lock my gaze on her body as she writhes. A few seconds later, she flips over onto her stomach, and more whimpers fill my ears. She tugs the pillow, straddling it, and my hand grips my now rock-hard shaft, and I stroke myself through my pants. Her legs tremble as she rides the soft cushion, and I can’t help but picture her doing the same thing to my cock.
I follow her movements. I crest along with her and come in my pants as she shudders and falls to the mattress. Soon, my little whore. So fucking soon.
12
Elian
My brother took it into his own hands to talk to Arabella. I gave him one night. One chance to see if there was anything between them. When he got back from the date Monday night, he didn’t give much away. Only informing me that I’d won. A game of his or mine, and it seems I’m the victor.
Even though I wanted nothing more than to take her out, to sit and watch the stars with her, I knew it would be easier for my brother to do his thing, and if she chose him, then I’d be the better man and step aside. But I’m not because she does want me as much as I do her.
I convinced myself Ahren is better for her. He’s much less of an asshole than I am, and I never once denied it. But knowing he kissed her, that’s what’s frustrating me more. I want my chance to make her see I want her. And I think it’s time I did something about it.
It’s not been easy with Arabella around. I’m distracted the moment she walks into my classroom. As much as I try to deny the attraction, it seems to have a hold on me. One I can’t let go of.
The sun is streaming through the bedroom window. It’s too early on a Saturday morning which reminds me we have two days apart. That will give her time to consider what Ahren told her, and when I see her on Monday, I can talk to her before class. The weekend is a reprieve of the frustration that ebbs and flows through me each time she’s near.
I stare up at the ceiling, my focus on the patterns that hover over me. It’s no use acting as if she’s not real because even when we’re apart, I still can’t stop thinking about her. It’s wrong, I should ask Dawson to send her to one of the other teachers, but each time I consider it, I don’t act on it.
It’s masochistic. But it also forces me to admit that I’m alive, that I can feel. After I left the city, I promised myself to shut everything out. I had a job to do, and nothing was going to stand in my way, but then she walked into my classroom.
I reach for my phone on the nightstand. Unlocking it, I flip through the numbers, until I reach hers. It’s meant to be used professionally. For emergencies at school or checking to see if she’s okay if at any point she’s not in class, but I find myself tapping out a message that has nothing to do with homework.
Elian: Are you spending the weekend reading or partying with your friend? E
After I hit send, I grin. Arabella may want to seem innocent, but I have a feeling there’s a vixen under that sultry smirk and those pretty eyes. There’s also a storm raging inside her, one that’s attempting to come out and play. Which makes me want nothing more than to toy with her until she shows me who she really is.
I want to ask about her decision, but it’s only been a few hours. I’m fucking nervous. It’s ridiculous, but the tension twisting in my gut is tight, coiling, waiting for her to say yes or no. I have a feeling she’ll agree to try it out, only because I know her. And she’s got proclivities I never expected.
I’ve studied her file; I know everything there is to know about her. However, her past has nothing to do with why I’m testing her. I want to see how long it takes her to break, to admit she’s playing a game. I want to wrap her around my finger, until she’s begging for mercy. I want to see just how easily she’ll obey. And when I get her down on her knees, I know I’ll only want more. I’ve finally admitted I crave her more than I should, but I can’t stop myself from toying with her.
She won’t find herself in the same trouble she landed in back in the city. I’ll be here, right beside her to keep her in line, along with Ahren. But I do want to test
