Amelia"Class is dismissed. I'll see you all same time next week. And make sure you....," The rest of his speech trails off and falls on deaf ears. All I can focus on is the movement of his lips and the way his pen moves swiftly between his fingers. The way his muscles flex in his white long-sleeved shirt with each movement of his hand.I can hear the shuffling of feet, and the sound of chairs scraping the floor, but I can't seem to take my eyes off the handsome male specimen that is, Mr Maverick Remington.I've been taking this class for more than two months, and I don't think I've ever paid attention since he became our substitute lecturer, and then permanent.Maverick Arrington was my special brew of torture formed especially by God. It was achingly painful to see him three times a week and not be able to touch or kiss him the same way I do in my fantasies.I hated it. I hated the fact that the only way I could be with him was in the fantasies I had. It was-- "Miss Clarke?" His voi
Amelia Clarke I won't lie and say I didn't spend the entirety of my weekend thinking about everything Mr Remington said to me last week. But as I made my way to the front of the class after he dismissed everyone but me, I was beginning to think maybe last week's interaction was all in my head.My classmates filed out of the class one after the other, the sound of feet shuffling as they rushed out. "Mr Remington, you wanted to see me?" I ask quietly. He had not looked at me once since I arrived today. I even wore the shortest schoolgirl skirt I could find, matching it with my black thigh-high tights, and he still didn't spare me a glance."You have detention, Miss Clarke. You have to stay behind."My eyes widen, "What? B-but I did nothing, sir.""Oh, really? So, what do you call the act you put on last week.""I-I thought-," Oh, God I feel so stupid right now. Why did I believe he would be interested in me? " Mr Remington, please I'm so sorry. I had no idea. What can I do to get ou
Chapter 7 José My StepbrotherAdeline"No, there's no way in hell I'll stay anywhere with you!" I yell at my stepbrother José. I can't believe our parents willingly sent us off to bond.Knowing this slimy bastard he probably held them to gunpoint for them to agree. And all for what? Just so he can fuck with me whenever he likes.Nope, not happening."Well, I'm already here and there's nothing you can do about it." He relaxes on the couch with a smirk on his face.I can't believe we had to get to Hawaii before the parents informed us that we'd be sharing the house. And only when they're convinced that we've bonded will they send the jet to come pick us up.Oh, God."José, can't you just go to your friend's place or something? I know you have friends here." I'll plead even if I have to."No, I want to spend time with you.""Why! We hate each other." Ugh! Every conversation with him makes me want to rip the hair out of my own head.He shrugs, “Looks like it’s just me and you,” José said,
AdelineI sat at the counter eating my breakfast when José came down. "Mum and Dad called. They said to tell you hi and to behave." I warn him.Well, all they said was to tell him hi. The last part was all mine. He doesn't need to know that.José placed his phone down on the coffee table and appeared at the kitchen door, giving me those dangerously sultry eyes. Sauntering over to me, he trapped me between the kitchen island and him and chuckled down at me. “If you think that’s going to stop me from coming inside you today, you’re wrong,” he said, drawing his fingers against the front of my skirt. He cupped the mound of my pussy in his hand and rested his fingers right over my wetness. I tensed at his possessive, dominant touch and bit my lip, glancing up at him through my glasses. José had been so careful these past few days not to touch me in any way that I didn’t want. But now, I wanted it. More than anything. “You don’t want them to find out that my stepbrother has been touching me,
AdelineIt was so fucking wrong. So wrong. Sleeping with my stepbrother. Aching for him to fuck me. Waiting for him to come home every night to take me. Fuck me so hard before filling me up with his thick hot cum.I was such a whore for my stepbrother and the thought alone made my thighs clench. It made me want to bounce on his cock right now while he fucks me raw.When we got home from one of our many family bonding times -- where we take pictures and send them to the parents, José pushed me into my bedroom, pressed me against the door, and ground his cock into me from behind.“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this. Feel these hard nipples brush against my chest. While I play with that wet pussy,” he said into my ear. He wrapped his hand around the front of my neck, pulled it up gently, and sucked hard on my soft spot, definitely leaving a big red hickey.Snaking his other arm around my waist, he pulled me closer to him. I turned around in his hold, pulled his face to mine,
MariahI didn't want to be here. But the person who had helped pay for my ride had requested payment back. I told him I'd send him the money once I got home or he could collect it in school the next day.He refused. So, he brought me to his house where we are right now.When we arrived there were two other boys present. I recognized them as James, William, And Hardin.If it wasn't for my venomous mother stealing my change, I won't have been delayed at the train station, James would not have paid for my ride and I won't even fucking owe him.William passed me a bong, and I snatched it from his hands. Done, so fucking done.Just act cool, Mariah. They don't have to know you're nervous. You were all friends onceI lit the bong and inhaled deeply, needing to forget and feel nothing for a few hours. I relaxed against the couch and blew the smoke out of my nose, resting it on my lap. God … my eyes rolled back. This was exactly what I needed.“Hard day?” James asked.William took it back fro
Chapter 11 Marry meNora "Christian, I'm not going to marry you!" I yell behind me. I don't care if he's right behind me, I'm too angry to talk calmly."Why?" Christian asks.Are you kidding me? Why? He dares to ask why I'm rejecting his marriage proposal. That's if you can even call it that.I stop on the staircase and turn around to glare at him, "What the hell do you mean by why? We're not together anymore. You broke up with me!" He had ended our relationship because he needed space. And I gave it to him.Now he's here telling me he wants to marry me. He must be crazier than I thought."You're going to marry me, Nora. I don't care if I have to drag you to the godforsaken altar myself. You will wear my ring and take my last name!" He snarls.My jaw clenches and I scoff before walking off in the direction of the room we once shared.I came here to pick up my things. He wasn't supposed to be here, that's the only reason I came in the first place. After the break up last week, I've
Aria Aiden Hunter has always had this insane effect on me -- my body. And right now, as I stare at him sitting across from me I can feel wetness begin to pool in my underwear.He has been my father's best friend for as long as I can remember. And all through that time I've never heard him talk about a woman he is seeing.I once thought the man was gay. I don't know how my attraction for Aiden sprouted. All I know is when I look at him I feel this insane heat all over my body that only his touch can quench. After the first time I kissed Aiden, I knew there and then that a dam had been broken. I would want more of him soon enough. Since our quick tryst in his house the other day, it felt like Aiden had been avoiding me. He kept acting like he hadn't kissed me and used his fingers to give me the best orgasm of my life.If he wanted to avoid me so be it. Two can play that game.I excused myself to go to my room after greeting my father and Mr Hunter. Dad had told me that Aiden woul