Chapter 19
My heart pounds as I close the kitchen door behind me. He’s silent, a shadow lurking in my periphery, and when I finally turn to face him-my hand still gripping the doorknob -his eyes sweep over me, drinking in every bit of my presence.
“What’s going on?” I ask softly, a bewildered mix of shyness and electric excitement making my knees wobble.
“Nothing, my angel,” he replies with a low, velvety growl that sends tingles down my spine. Before I know it, he’s stepping closer, his heat radiating against me. I gasp and lean back against the door as his hands find their way to my hips. When his lips meet mine, a moan slips out, and I melt into the kiss-slow, sweet, igniting a wildfire deep inside me that consumes all my nerves.
“I like the vibe of this place,” he murmurs, pulling away only slightly to glance around the dimly lit kitchen at Nash and Cammie’s home, the afternoon sun casting lazy shadows.
This is it. My stunning, commanding, absolutely irresistible Deputy Headmaster Grayson Holt is actually here, in my home. We parked in the garage-he insisted it was better than leaving the car on the front lawn for prying eyes. At least the garage keeps things a bit more under wraps.
“So this is where you dine,” he says, his voice laced with mischief as he surveys the space before fixing his gaze back on me. His grip tightens, and I feel a low growl escape him as he presses his body against mine, his face dipping to brush against my ear.
“Show me where you sleep, sweetheart,” he demands in a husky timbre.
I let out a sharp breath, my chest rising and falling like I just ran a marathon. In a burst of courage, I grasp his hand and pull him through the house. We’re halfway up the staircase when he stops me. Before I can turn or question him, a gentle but firm push has me leaning forward. My hands press down on the step in front of me while my feet remain planted below. The shift raises my skirt high on my thighs, exposing me to his simmering desire right behind me. I feel his hand gliding up my leg, and he groans as the fabric gives way.
“I think my dirty little girl is eager for this,” he whispers, his breath tickling against my
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neck.
A thrill races through me. I ditched my gym shorts before getting into his car, and. there’s no hiding how needy I am for him. Heat floods my cheeks as he leans in closer. The way his breath dances over my skin makes me shiver and moan softly.
His fingers trace up my thigh, exploring every inch until they squeeze my backside, and I can’t help but whimper at the sensation. His finger ventures between my cheeks, dragging lower, teasing me with a feather-light touch over my most sensitive spot. It gasp, arching into him, feeling utterly exposed and ready for him.
“Is this tight little p**y ready for my ***k, Princess Liora?” he growls, his voice a seductive rumble. I whimper in response, nodding feverishly, my mind gone blank with arousal. He slides two fingers inside, and I cry out, helplessly overwhelmed as he spreads me wide.
“So f***g tight,” he rumbles, the thrill of his voice igniting pure ecstasy in me. “So wet and aching to take every inch of my big c**k.”
“Please,” I breathe, my knees weak beneath me.
But then, slowly, he retracts his hand, pulling my skirt back down as he positions himself right behind me. His lips brush against my ear again.
“Show me your room, baby girl,” he murmurs, almost a command, laced with excitement.
As my thoughts swirl, I grasp his hand, dragging him up the rest of the stairs. The anticipation sets my heart racing as I push open the door to my room. I pause there, heat flooding my cheeks.
“Nash and Cammie, they…” I trail off, my eyes suddenly captivated by the floor. “I was eleven when I came to live with them, and they kind of…”
“You were just a little girl,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around me gently from behind, validating me in a way I didn’t know I needed.
Looking around, I realize not much has changed over the years. There are rock n’ roll posters plastered on the walls, scattered makeup items on the vanity, and the picture
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books I used to adore have been replaced with growing stacks of novels and textbooks -my life evolving right in front of me.
But beyond that, even now, it still resembles that fairytale-a room worthy of al princess, untouched by the passage of time. The walls remain the same soft pink, the bed still a grand white four-poster, and the shimmering chandelier continues to sway gently above, reminiscent of my childhood dreams.
Cammie and Nash did their best to recreate the magic of my old room, even adding their flair to it until it became something right out of a cartoon-a princess’s palace in its own right. I loved every inch of it and maybe, just maybe, kept it as a way to hold onto where I came from.
Now, though, standing here with the dangerously s***y man determined to take my virginity in mere minutes, all I can think is how dorky this must seem to him.
…Or worse, kind of
kind of creepy.
A nervous laugh escapes my lips.
“I guess I could’ve painted or updated things?” I swallow hard, my embarrassment making me avoid his gaze. “I’ve just been lazy about changing anything since I moved in. There’s a guest room down the hall-‘
“It’s perfect,” he purrs, his breath warm against my neck as he pulls me close. “This is you- the real you, and I love it.”
“I know everyone at Cindercrest Academy sees this polished image of me-
“It’s just a façade,” he interrupts, turning me to face him completely. “Trust me, I get it. I was the outsider too. We all show the world what we want them to see to keep ourselves safe.”
I bite my lip, feeling the warmth spread through my chest as I nod, utterly entranced by
this man.
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