Stay Still

**Abaddon’s POV**

Aurelia Rivers. The new girl at school. Funny how Black's High always seemed eager to figure out a new person way before they even settled in.

Janelle knew exactly what she was doing by inviting her over to the group. The disgust I felt when Drey tried to flirt with her—worse, she seemed to enjoy every bit of it.

Of course, my aura pressed down on her. She felt intimidated by my presence. Yeah, you should be.

Her innocence provoked me in ways I couldn't imagine. Why did she affect me this way? This mystery girl?

The pain in her eyes when she realized I shot the ball. For a second, emotions washed over me. But thankfully, I switched back. And that fucking Drey, feeling pity for her, provoked me further.

After the incident, I could barely concentrate at school, so I hurried home. Everything about her vexed me, yet I couldn't stop thinking about her—her body, her smell, even her innocence. I hate feeling this way.

Missing the first party of the sem was out of the book, so I quickly got ready that evening. Relieved to see she wasn’t there, I gladly decided to have some fun.

As the party dragged on, our eyes met. She was dressed up nicely, even had makeup on. Fuck. She was a sight.

I bit my teeth in a growl to suppress my anger. What the fuck was she thinking, dressing that way?

She was covered up, yet so alluring. My blood boiled the second Drey fucking kissed her—and worse? She seemed to enjoy it. I bet she only ran out so he could follow her. She's just a pretender.

That’s why she went into that empty room. Glad I followed her instead.

I do not fucking regret making her suck my cock. Better still, letting her know who she belongs to. Taking a video of her wasn’t the actual plan, but I'm Abaddon. I get everything I want.

I’ve noticed her flirt with the boys at school. In just two days, she already visited that flirt lecturer, Sabbath, in his office, claiming it was about some project.

She’s gotten on my nerves and must face the consequences of her actions.

"Seat belt." My voice hauls her out of her thoughts.

She quickly does as told, her eyes flickering with fear. I can perceive her anxiety. I rode out of the party.

"Two big-pack chicken burgers with fries and two large milkshakes."

"You need something else?"

She’s shocked, staring at me, no words leaving her lips.

Maybe she’s startled at the fact that I’m getting her food, especially after my assault earlier.

Big Mark, positioned behind the order table at the diner, is also waiting for her response.

She barely shakes her head at me. A smirk forms on my face at her nervousness.

We ride in silence until we arrive in front of her mansion’s gate. The look in her eyes tells me she’s surprised I know where she lives.

"Janelle," I mutter.

Without words, I bring out the takeouts for us to eat. She’s confused, staring at me.

"I can’t eat if I go back home. Let’s just do it here instead."

The entire time we eat, my attention is on her. She must have noticed, but I care less.

After making sure she finishes every morsel, I quickly pull her onto my lap, earning a scream from her.

"Stay still."

She’s positioned to face me, her legs now straddling me.

I stare into her blue eyes, searching deep into her soul—if possible.

She wiggles, earning a groan from me. Her face turns red in a blush. She must have felt my hard cock beneath her.

Shamelessly, I shove my hardness more into her crotch until a moan escapes her lips.

She stares in disbelief, maybe shocked by the sound she just made.

A chuckle leaves my lips as I quickly grab her waist, holding her in place. There is no escaping now.

Without hesitation, I slowly grind her on my cock. She wiggles, trying to break free, but my grip is strong.

Fuck if she thinks I'll let her escape me.

My lips capture hers at that moment. Her struggles are futile, so she loosens up in my arms, giving in to the pleasure only I can offer.

She wraps her arms around my neck as our lips entwine.

My kiss is harsh, possessive, as I claim her in a way no one ever has. Her cute moans sound like music to my ears—one I’d never get tired of hearing.

Fuck, she’s a sight, grinding hard on my hard-on. This might just be the best dry hump I’ve ever received.

With amusement, I watch her hump me until her orgasm washes over her. She’s a mess, moaning so loud, legs shaking. Maybe this is a first for her.

Eventually, when she’s done and relaxed, her eyes finally meet mine. A huge smirk is plastered on my face.

She quickly moves off my body and back to her position, her face red with embarrassment.

I notice her glancing at my still-hard cock. She feels pity.

"Look at me, Aurelia."

She does as told.

"Tonight was for you. No matter how hard it feels, I will not fuck you now. That’ll be at my own time. Understand?"

She merely nods without delay, causing me to smile. I have her right where I want her.

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**Aurelia's POV**

"Do not forget our little secret, Aurelia. No one is to know."

His last words continuously ring inside my head. He’s taking over my mind, and there is so little I can do about it.

The fact that he gave me my first-ever orgasm is enough to have him invading my thoughts. And in his car.

I can barely believe that the school's hottest boy just blackmailed me into sucking him off. Not only that, but he made me dry-hump him into my first orgasm.

This was barely seventy-two hours into living in this new country.

After a long shower, I barely make it to bed before a knock is heard at the door.

It’s Maggie, my housemaid.

"You have a visitor, miss."

Who would come over at this hour?

Quickly, I drape my pink shawl around my shoulders.

His back greets me as I arrive. Still dressed in his party attire, I’m shocked to see Drey standing in my living room.

"What are you doing here at this hour?"

"Aurelia, I… I had to come see you."

He looks more sober than earlier.

"I apologize for my actions. I didn’t mean to take advantage of you that way. Please forgive me."

I'm stunned for a minute, trying to process his words. Did he really fucking drive down here to apologize?

"Drey… it's no big deal."

"No, no, Aurelia. I have to apologize. Please, forgive me."

He implores as he moves closer—so close now, he grabs my arms.

With eyes searching mine, he begins, "I like you. From the very first day I saw you at school, you've been on my mind. Please, give me a chance, huh?"

I’m torn between flesh right now, trying so hard to process Abaddon’s blackmail and now this. WTF.

"Drey, I… I think you should go home for now."

"Please, just give me a chance. I'm not rushing you. Take your time," he says before unexpectedly placing a kiss on my head.

Everybody in this town is so fucking confusing.

Maybe it’s best I stay away from the group—for my sanity, I have to.

I watch from my window as Drey drives away from my house. He must have mustered every ounce of courage in him to do this.

Perhaps he really does like me this much?

If he’s being sincere, then this might just be the first time someone has directly told me they like me.

Somehow, it feels nice inside.

To feel wanted.

As I go to sleep that night, I'm haunted by the same face.

Only this time, we’re in a field of dead bodies, coated in their blood.