Dalton's POVI stood at the car and watched Hannah as she came out of her house. Her mother was holding her hand tightly but she was looking at me with skepticism and fear.I tried to hide my anxiety. I had been so angry that I had let my aura out, and I knew that she had felt it, and the suspicion was written all over her face.“Thank you once again, Mr. Dalton, for tutoring her. It is much appreciated."I gave a gentle nod and opened the door for Hannah. She gave me an acidic glare before she got in and I closed the door.My heart was racing. How was I going to explain all of this to her?I got into the other side of the car and started it. In a few minutes, we were piling out of the driveway and heading down the street.The drive was silent and the tension between us charged up. Hannah didn't look at me; her beautiful eyes were facing the window the entire trip.I exhaled. I was dying to ask her what she was thinking about. The silence put me on edge.“I hope…”"What did you do to
Hannah's POVI dumped my bags in the corner of my room and paced around angrily.India? Mediation?Mmfftt! I knew he was lying. Whatever he did back there was more than something he learned from India, plus he took it like it was like a joke to him. Was he trying to make a fool out of me?!I sat down angrily on the bed and was nearly swallowed up by the soft foam."Arrgghh!!"I fought to get off the bed and looked at it hatefully. He was so rich and nonchalant that it was so infuriating.He just waltzed into places and did whatever he pleased. He didn't care about anyone but...I sniffed the air and it was almost like my anger had dissipated with the aroma that hung in the air.He was cooking, and I knew the aroma all too well.My cheeks went red as I fought to stay angry with him. Was he trying to make me feel better? He wanted to use his special pasta to try and win my heart back?I folded my hands and turned away from the door.Not a chance. There was no way that I was going to let
Hannah's POVWe ate dinner in silence and it was difficult to concentrate on the food when he was sitting right in front of me without a shirt on.I fought not to look up, and every time I did, I would catch him staring at me, his blue eyes piercing into the depths of my soul and causing my heart to race. I had nearly choked on my food about three times because of him.“Why are you looking at me like that?” I demanded angrily, setting my fork down and glaring back at him, obviously fed up with his intrusive look.He smirked and set his fork down and I realized that he had barely touched his food.“Nothing. I just enjoy looking at you, that's all.”I fought my own face so that I wouldn't blush. He was just trying to soften me up because he knew that I was mad at him.“Well, looking at me isn't going to do you any good. You have barely touched your food.”“I'm not hungry, Hannah.”His eyes were fixed on me and his breathing was deep and slow. I felt my thighs clench tightly under the ta
Hannah's POVI watched her grasping my cock and teasing myself not to stroke the entire length of it.She sat on the bed, her hands between her legs and she gently touched herself.Her face was flushed and I could tell that she was fighting so hard to keep her moans in."You don't have to be quiet, Hannah. I love hearing you. Make yourself comfortable. Lay down."I was fighting to keep myself under control. Seeing her like this, naked and craving me was driving me to the edge.She lay back on the bed and raised her knees. Her pussy was wet, glistening with her juices.Her eyes were staring pleadingly at me. Her lips trembled."Do you want to say something, Hannah?"I walked slowly to her and she raised herself a little more."I didn't ask you to stop."I watched her. Her face was desperate and her teeth nibbled at her bottom lips."Please, Sir. I want you..."I sat on the bed beside her and grasped her nipple with my thumb and index finger."Ahhhhhhhn!"Her voice filled the room. It w
Hannah's POV“Ahhhhhhhn!"Mr. Dalton pried my legs apart and continued to watch me squirm. This felt so wrong yet so good. A vibrator in my ass; who would have thought.“Please! Ahhhn! It's too much!"I wriggled my hand free from his grasp and tried to pull it out but he caught me and pinned me to the bed again.“No. I want to see how much of it you can take. You gave me permission, remember?"I felt tears form in my eyes as I continued to moan. Tears of raw unbridled pleasure. My body was rattling violently as parts of me that I never knew were so sensitive were abused by the vibrator.The look on Mr. Dalton's eyes was oozing with passion. He looked like he wanted to pounce on me but restrained himself to looking at my restlessness.“Please. I can't… I…”It happened. I felt my entire being crashing down. My body was still and then arrested by convulsions that shook me to the core. It was sharp and concentrated, driving me to the edge of consciousness and threatening to hurl me over t
Hannah's POVBy the time I opened my eyes, the bright lights were back on. Mr. Dalton was beside me and I could see the worry in his eyes turn to relief.“What…”"Don't say anything. You need to rest, Hannah.”He passed me a glass of water and a small foil tablet.The water I understood. But the medication…“It is an after pill. I came inside you, and I don't want you to get pregnant."I saw the way his eyes brightened and I knew he was reminiscing about our sex a few…I looked out of the window. It was dark! What happened?!“What time is it?" I asked, looking at him in shock.“Past 8 pm. You passed out and I was worried that I had killed you in bed. I've been watching you since."I could hear the relief in his voice even more but the look in his eyes showed that he regretted nothing. And frankly, I didn't either.He stroked my face with his fingers and smiled.“You feel amazing when I have you raw. I would do anything to come inside again and again."His words turned me on and my fac
Hannah's POVI woke up quite late the next morning. Mr Dalton and I stayed up for a long time going through questions and relearning topics. He had been so focused on his work that his eyes and lips were stern and wouldn't even allow me to conjure up even a slight fantasy of him.I pulled myself out of the bed and found out that Mr Dalton wasn't beside me. It was only when I checked the time on the clock that I realized that I had barely an hour before I would be late for school.I huffed angrily. He knew I was going to be late and he didn't even wake me up. He could be such a jerk sometimes.Without warning, I hurried into the bathroom and had the coldest shower of my entire existence. I was so caught up in the rushing that I forgot to turn the heater on, and I ended up screaming as soon as the cold spray touched my skin.“What a way to start a school day,” I groaned angrily to myself as I made do with the cold water and washed my body and hair.I got out as fast as I could, trying m
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.
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