Chapter 12
I take another deep breath, tuck my hair behind my ear, grab my bag, and stride out of the Private Lavatory…
Right into him.
Cameron.
My palms slam against his rock–hard, muscled chest through his crisp dress shirt, and I suddenly feel myself teetering dangerously close to him. His sharp blue eyes blaze with mischief even as a smirk plays on his lips.
“You were smoking,” he growls, sounding half–amused and half–irritated.
“No, I wasn’t,” I retort, my voice a little too quick.
He abruptly pulls me in, wrapping me tight against him, and it’s like my skin ignites, my body melting into his warmth.
“Don’t lie to
truth.”
me, little princess,” he teases, his voice low and sultry. “Just give me the
His intense gaze locks onto mine, pulling me into an abyss where I can barely breathe. Finally, I let out a reluctant sigh, surrendering.
“Yeah, I was.”
He growls again. “C’mon, Storm.”
“It was a rough day, okay?” I snap, the sharp tone in my voice hitting a nerve. He stiffens, eyes narrowing to slits.
“That bad?”
“Well…” A grin tugs at my lips.
I can’t help but blush. “Not the whole day.”
A hungry shadow flits across his features.
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“It’s just Professor Thaddeus Carter,” I grumble, irritation bubbling. “I hate him, and
that class.”
“You messed up the man’s car, Storm.”
I glance away, biting my lip, silenced by the memory. But his voice sinks into my ear, sending electric shivers down my spine.
“Come on,” he purrs, wrapping his strong hand around my arm, an anchor pulling me
close.
“What?” I manage, bewildered.
“You missed the bus.”
“I’m walking.”
“No, you aren’t,” he states flatly. “I’m driving you.”
I bite my lip, a grin creeping across my face. “I- I couldn’t impose-”
“You’re not.” His eyes blaze with determination. “And I’m not taking no for an answer. His grip reinforces his resolve, tugging me closer as my pulse quickens wildly in my veins.
“I mean it, I will not take no for an answer, for anything,” he growls, an underlying danger in his tone. The promise buried in those words sends shivers of anticipation coursing through me, igniting every nerve in my body.
“And I remember telling you I’d be checking for something later.”
Heat floods my cheeks, and I know exactly what he means.
Don’t you dare clean up..
I’ll be checking later.”
-He’s talking about his cum, the way it fills my panties, making my very core slick and
sticky.
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My breath hitches, and all I can do is nod, my lips wetting in response to his smoldering gaze that seems to peel back layers of my defenses.
“This way.”
He guides me through the hall with his hand resting firmly on the small of my back, a possessive gesture that sends sparks dancing across my skin. We emerge into the faculty lot, heading towards his sleek black Range Rover. The air feels charged, his palm lingering in a way that keeps my heart racing as he opens the door for me, watching hungrily as I slide inside. His eyes trace along my bare legs, igniting a thrill deep within me.
“This is a nice car,” I attempt to break the tension as he climbs into his side and shuts the door, the sound echoing in the charged silence.
“Thanks.” Cameron turns his gaze on me, intense and searching. “So tell me what really happened that day with Thaddens Carter.”
“You’ve read my file.”
“And it doesn’t add up.”
“Can we drop it?” I offer, feeling the heat of his stare.
He raises an eyebrow, sizing me up. After a moment, he slowly nods. “For now.
The drive to my Hero’s Abode is enveloped in silence, but my mind races with doubts and questions. Did he regret what happened? Was our moment just a fleeting spark? I chew my lip, anxiety pooling in my stomach, when suddenly, he drives right past my Hero’s Abode and up the street to the park. The engine roars as he pulls into a wooded parking lot, settling under a massive tree and cutting the ignition.
The stillness amplifies my heartbeat, and a rush of heat floods through me.
“Show m
he says, voice gravelly, and I know exactly what he means. And deep down, I know that what happened earlier was no fluke.
“Do you want to see if I did what you told me?” I ask in a breathless murmur, thick
with decire
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I know that what happened earlier was no fluke.
“Do you want to see if I did what you told me?” I ask in a breathless murmur, thick with desire.
“Yes,” he growls, the hunger in his tone unmistakable.
I swallow hard, turning to face him fully. He releases his seatbelt, and I follow suit, my hands trembling slightly.
“Spread your legs, Princess,” he orders, his voice low and heavy, jaw taut with desire. My heart skips as I bite my lip to stifle a moan, slowly nodding in agreement.
With a mix of anticipation and nerves, I part my legs, my hands tugging at my skirt to expose my bare thighs.
“Show me, baby girl,” he urges softly, his voice a coaxing growl as I hesitate on the brink of revealing myself.
see no
“Do you want to my Mr. Stroud?” I tease, a hint of playful defiance in my
tone.
“Fuck, Storm,” he groans, his jaw tightening, barely containing himself.
Something clicks inside me
suddenly, I see the power I wield over this dominant, powerful man. Yet the allure of his strength intrigues me, melting away my inhibitions and igniting a burning desire to please him.
“I want to show you the mess you left in my panties and all over my pussy,” I whisper, my voice sultry and laced with yearning.
I’m not quite sure where this boldness springs from, but I’m soaking wet, nerves tingling as I revel in the moment. I glance at his fierce expression, the way his jaw clenches tight, and the undeniable evidence of his desire in his pants sends a heady rush through me, making it hard to resist the pull.
I pull my skirt all the way up, shivering with exhilaration as I expose my panty–clad pussy to Deputy Headmaster Grayson Holt. With a finger, I tease at the waistband and slowly pull the fabric down, revealing the sticky wetness waiting beneath.
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“You dirty little girl,” Cameron growls, his voice thick with desire, an electric current racing through me.
“I’m your dirty little girl, Mr. Stroud,” I breathe softly, a hint of mischief in my tone. “If
you want.
He
groans, his
eyes flaring with unrestrained hunger.
–
“Trust me, angel,” he purrs, his voice wrapping around me like a heated embrace. “I want you. In fact, you’ll find that there isn’t a single part of you I don’t crave – completely. I want every piece of you as my own. Mine,” he growls, and I can’t help but whimper at the overwhelming desire in his voice.
