Hannah's POV.He continued to fuck me hard. My body was a wreck. My moans filled the room and my weak body was bent over the table.I could hear his grunts as he fucked me hard with a steady tempo, exploring the deepest parts of me.My legs no longer belonged to me, and I leaned all my weight on him as he pressed me closer to the desk.My pussy felt so sore. The throbbing pain sent mixed signals through my body. It hurts but I wanted more. It hurts, but it felt so good.Mr. Dalton pulled out of me while a sigh escaped his lips. I felt my support disappear and I collapsed.He caught me and pulled me into his arms. His perfume filled my nostrils and his heart beat wildly in his chest.I felt empty and dissatisfied. His cock had left a gaping hole inside of me that had not yet been filled by my climax.It was agonizingly frustrating.I looked up at him and caught his eyes glaring down at me. He was breathing through his mouth and his chiseled facial features looked stern and serious.“I…
Hannah's POVI waited for him in the car. My legs were squeezed so tightly together that I could feel my calves cramping up.My dress on my bare butt felt so uncomfortable. If I wasn't careful, it kept slipping into my butt crack.This was why women wore pants! But Mr. Possessive ripped mine and was being stubborn about it!He finally came out of the school after making sure all the locks were secure and headed to his car.I stared daggers at him, hoping that one of them would stab his heart.He opened the door and sat in the driver's seat. I turned away and acted like he didn't exist.Through the mirror, I saw him smirk at me but he completely ignored me and turned on the ignition.I was furious. Was this what was going to happen now? We were playing hard to get now?We pulled out of the driveway and soon, we were zooming down the street.It was quite late and the early stars were out. It was going to be a beautiful night but I was spending the earliest part of it with him.The fact
Hannah's POV “He did what?!" Olivia was completely livid. Her face was an ugly blotchy red and she was struggling to get her phone. I knew she wanted to call Carlos over the phone and call him a disgusting pervert but I managed to wrestle her into the seat. Damn! She was very strong! “Hannah! Let go of me! I want to teach that prick a lesson! He thinks that he can do that and he won't be on my radar?!" “Olivia! Calm…" She slammed me on the sofa, and I felt my dress get stuck in my butt crack. The thing I feared so much had happened again. Olivia was heaving angrily and she glared at me. I could tell she was surveying to make sure I wasn't hurt. Maybe I should act hurt to calm her down. “And you!–" She pointed angrily at me. I guess she was certain I wasn't harmed. Bummer for me. “–Why are you just telling me this? This happened days ago and I'm just hearing about it!" “I'm sorry!–" I was exasperated. “–I didn't want to tell you so that you won't act like thi
Hannah's POVIt was the day before our Saturday outing with Carlos and Olivia was on her toes. I couldn't let her walk the hallways alone. I feared that if she saw Carlos, she would want to rip him to shreds.Luckily, I messaged him before going to bed and asked him to steer clear of Olivia. If he got in her way, it was going to be his fault.As Olivia and I walked through the hallways, the whispering became more intense. I still couldn't pick out what was being said. However, I didn't care. If it was spread by Amirah, then it had to be a bogus lie.That girl was just the worst. AAs I guided Olivia, I kept my eyes open for Mr. Dalton. I made sure to wear trousers and for good measure, I had an extra pair of underwear in my bag. There was no way I was letting him alone walk home like I did yesterday.His hard pounding, though intense and pleasurable, didn't change anything. I was still going to sit next to Carlos. In fact…The bell for the first period rang and a smile stole my lips.
Hannah's POVA sigh escaped my lips.“I have to go, Carlos. I'll see you later.”I got up and walked towards Mr. Dalton who was still staring furiously at the both of us. As soon as I got to his side, he placed his arm on my back and led me out of the room.In the hallway, however, his hands were to himself and I felt nervous all over. I knew fully well what was coming next. I just didn't think that he would address it now, instead of waiting for our usual meeting time.At his office door, the cold air from the air conditioner escaped through the crack under the door and chilled my legs.I wiggled my toes inside of my shoes and memories of our sexcapades flooded my mind and reminded me of the possibility of being bent over his table again.I had a feeling that he could do it, even when others were in school. It was possible that he would do it just to make me all red in the face.He unlocked the door, and we both went in. The door clicked shut behind me, and before I knew it, I felt h
Hannah's POV The bell for the last period rang and I was relieved to pack my book and get out of class. It had been an exhausting day. I felt my toes curl every time I saw Mr. Dalton in the hallway. He had been popping up unexpectedly. Sometimes, he would walk into my class and talk to the teacher. Something told me that he was just keeping an eye on me. Talk about stalker tendencies. I walked down the hallway to his office and began to take deep and calming breaths. I said he wasn't going to touch me and I was determined to keep to that promise. It was for my own mental safety. I walked in without knocking and found him at his desk. For the first time, I didn't find him buried in his laptop or paperwork, but rather, he was sitting calmly, and his bright blue eyes were staring right at me. I saw the anger in them and I gulped. I had to stay calm. I knew he wasn't going to hurt me. Unless, of course, I was bent over his table again. “Good afternoon, Mr. Dalton." I
Dalton’s POVI watched her pack her bag and leave while I ran my hands angrily through my hair.As soon as the door shut, I slammed my hand down the desk and it gave way. Crumbling to the floor in five pieces.I was flabbergasted. I had overused my strength and the table was the recipient.A sigh escaped my lips and I went back to my desk and sat down. I listened to the light whirling of the air-conditioner and all I could think about was Hannah.Her attitude riled me up but I found it so sexy. The way she glared at me furiously and fearlessly awakened feelings inside of me.Nothing would have made me feel better than taking her again and watching that hard line on her lips turn to an ‘O’ and listening to her scream as I buried myself deep inside of her to tame her stubborn side.Her smart little mouth.As I pictured her face, a smile crossed mine. What I would do to those sassy lips of hers. Sliding my tongue inside her mouth to silence her and spank her when she gets naughty just to
Hannah's POV“Olivia! I'm back! Oh? What are you doing?"I found Olivia sitting on the sofa. The TV was off, and her phone was sitting in the middle of the living table, and she was staring intently at it.I dropped my bag and inched closely to her, being careful not to startle her and interrupt her uncanny attitude.“Olivia?"I placed my hand on her shoulder and she spun around and looked at me. My heart jumped into my throat and I nearly choked on my own saliva.“I texted that pervert and I'm waiting for his reply," she said icily.I was lost for words. She was crazy. I had finally confirmed it.“Olivia! Why did you have to…”"Hannah, he almost raped you! If I see him tomorrow, I am going to kill him.”She got up and rushed into the kitchen. I was about to rush after her but she came back soon enough, with a knife in her hand."I spent the entire time sharpening this knife. I am going to run this through his heart and…”"Woah!!! –”I was stunned and took the knife carefully from her
Hannah's POV. A few minutes after I had settled beside Carlos at the back of the bus, the car was kicked into ignition and we left the parking lots. Carlos's demeanor was a sharp contrast to Dalton's and I couldn't resist the only feeling I got from him. Was that too much to ask now? To be pampered, to be treated like a human, to be cared for in a way that suggests desire and endearment. As I leaned on the headrest, my eyes caught a glint of the sun dancing on Carlos's face and for a moment there I thought he looked like a piece of art.This thought brought a smile to my face, and I wasn’t quick enough to hide it before he noticed."What are you smiling about?" He asked. "Do you see us winning the competition already?"Reflexively, my cheeks shifted farther, until I had to place my hand over my mouth to cover my smile. "No," I said. "It's something entirely different. And speaking of the contest. How did you manage to get in? I have been meaning to ask." Carlos raised his broad s
Hannah's POV. As the moon rays broke through the window to land on my face, the sharp light shot into my brain and forced me to open my eyes. Slowly, my eyes began to adjust to the darkness and the shape of the objects in the room. The window was opened, and the breeze gushing inside was cold enough to freeze me to stone. I wrapped my hands around my naked body but it was still not enough to grant me the warmth I desperately sought. In a split second, I threw the covers off my body, preparing to get off the bed, but as my body mistakenly bumped to the side I discovered that I was alone. Mr. Dalton was not in the room beside me on the bed. He had leftThe space beside me was now ruffled, my stomach tightening into a knot not only as a result of hunger but as an impact of the pain that now gripped my frail heart. I had been happy some hours ago, when Mr. Dalton had wrapped his arms around me, whispering sweet nothings into my ears.Was this all I to him? A playthings? A bed warming a
Dalton’s POVSweet moans of pleasure filled the room as I came into her wetness it felt so insanely good it was driving me crazy. “You feel so fucking good, Hannah,” I muttered under my breath, and her sexy eyes batted at me as she threw me a heart-striking smile.“I could say the same about you.” She managed to say through numerous gasps and eye rolls.I felt her tighten up around me, and I couldn't stop a moan from escaping.“Damn, Hannah!” I grunted; she had me in a stronghold and wouldn't let me go.I felt heat rise inside me as she ran her fingers into my hair, tossing and tugging at it uncontrollably.“Hannah, free up a little,” I said, but she did the exact opposite. She just tightened up even more around me, and I let out a husky moan. “Hannah…” At this point, there was no talking to her; she was already lost in the pleasure.And the fact that I was making her feel good only made me feel good. She looked beautiful under the dim lights of the room, and I couldn't help kissing
Hannah’s POV"Oh yes, I'm sure. I mean, I didn't quite pay much attention to it, but later on, I caught a whiff of authority lingering in the air, but I wasn't able to place my finger on it." I explained further, leaving no information out. Olivia placed a finger under her chin staring at me. "I understand that you probably read too many meanings into things, but this is quite perplexing. Do you think that he is hiding something?" She whispered. I rolled my eyes at her suggestions. "Of course not, what could he be hiding away from us?" I fired back at her, refusing to allow her to fill my head with doubts. She looked away and scrunched her eyebrows in some type of way making me feel weird. She had never been shy to speak about what she felt, and now I believe there was something more to what she was willing to share. "Do you have any suspicions, Olivia?" I inquired so that I knew my next step. Her response was a shake of the head which even meant more than I was willing to accept.
Dalton:I parked two streets away from Hannah's house. How she ever expected me not to come after her was still a wonder. I didn't think that she was going to go alone but I needed to respect her wishes. She wasn't just a little girl whom I could command to do whatever I wanted. I had to show her that I respected has so much that she would also reciprocate that in return. My phone buzzed in my pockets as I strolled towards the front of her house. She didn't invite me but I was going to do so myself. I wouldn't take any chances that would make her land in a compromising position simply because I was trying to be the good guy. I would rather be the bad guy and save her than the good guy who lets her die. I shook my head. Who was calling again? I swiped across the phone screen without looking, "I hope you are calling for something important." I asked my beta."Yes sir, I have everything under control but still need to know if you are getting ready for the final phase of the plan." He s
Hannah's POV. I released a breath after I was able to pry her away from hurting Stephanie. That girl was going to be a pain in the ass, especially tomorrow. I could already envisage it, and trust me, it wasn't looking pretty. I would rather engage myself in something boring like a painting than talk to her, especially when I knew she was fishing for trouble. The bell rang, signaling the end of the day, and I quickly picked up my bag, threw it over my shoulder, and continued my journey to his office. I walked past the garage hoping that I saw Mr Dalton and was surprised that he, of all people, was not present. Whoa, he must have been really busy then because he had never failed to show up, especially when he wanted to speak to me, probably also to take me home. On cue, Mr Dalton opened the door with his bag in hand and stopped in front of me. "Let's go home for some preparations." He said with a wink, which vanished so quickly that I imagined that I thought about it. I squinted f
Hannah's POV. My eyes widened in shock as Carlos moved closer to me with a friendly smile on his face. My goodness did he even consider the implication of what he was doing? I tried to find expression to my surprise but realized that I was only wasting my time. Feeling a pair of eyes on me, I glanced at Stephanie, and true to my thoughts, she was gazing at me with intense hatred. I had never done anything to warrant such treatment from her but I guess, it was one of those things she wanted to settle with me I was not even in the mood for all of that "Is there anything you want me to do for you?" I whispered to Carlos, who smiled at me. "I think she wants to sit with you." I nodded in Stephanie's direction. Carlos doesn't look bothered by my announcements, "Oh, then she is highly welcome. I don't think I've ever stopped anyone from coming closer to me no matter what." How oblivious could a man be? Maybe because he didn't have any special interest in her? I pondered. I smirked
Hannah's POV. "Gring!" The sound of an alarm clock jolted me awake, making me massage my temples in worry. My core ached. It was a lovely reminder of the activities I had gotten engaged in the previous day.Scanning the room, I realized that I was alone and reached for my phone, which was on the bedside table. I stretched and let out a yawn, to help awaken my muscles. They didn't look like they were going to do so anytime soon. My eyes finally focused on a bottle of water and a glass in an empty tray with an after-morning pill beside it. I jumped up instantly, not allowing my weakness to make me lose my mind, and popped the pill into my mouth, washing it down with water. Just a few feet away, a bag lay on the ground and I fished for its contents. My clothes lay in there neatly folded. Hmm, Mr. Dalton– the ever-prepared man. I glanced at the clock again and jumped in shock. It was almost 7:00 a.m. I couldn't afford to be late to school. I needed the final brush-up before doing it f
Dalton's POV "How old do you think I am, Hannah?" I inquired from her, watching her fidget slowly as she tried to find her words to defend herself from me but I knew that she was obviously lying. She wasn't a liar I needed to try her best at doing this because it clearly wasn't working with me. "I..." She swallowed before looking away."You..." I asked in an amused tone, waiting to hear how creative she could get with her excuses. "I... Was thirsty and needed some water and decided to come to the kitchen! I mean the kitchen is where the water is, right?" She asked a rhetorical question making me laugh at her cuteness. She didn't even have to do much before getting me into a state of amusement which was quite a chore for many women. "I see," I responded, waiting for her to counter my words, but she kept on looking at me. "I'm sorry if I'm taking up your space. I mean I should be studying and not sitting on your counter." She apologized and tried to hide her face under her hair jus