All Chapters of Forbidden Heat: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Hello Monday. I hate you and Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday too. I opened my locker while jumping a little to the side to avoid whatever was going to pop out of it today. Today nothing popped out but there were loads of condoms inside my locker along with a note saying “Whore!!!”. Well, I guess this isn’t the worst Monday that I’ve had. Where can I donate condoms…? … By the second semester, people started getting used to the fact that I will probably be a permanent member of the school. Therefore, instead of ignoring me as they did before, they started to approach me directly with their comments. Saying rude things to my face became a thing. Destroying my belongings became more common and extended beyond my locker to my gym clothes and shoes, my bag, my food, my books, my homework and whatever else they could get their hands on while I was away or not looking. The teachers d

The next day, I received a text message. “Come to the base,” Zak? How did he know my number? I can’t believe I’m back in this room again. It was not a dream; this room is really a garbage dump. “Hi, Natalia. Welcome to Prince Zak’s secret base…although you probably think it looks more like a garbage dump…” said a guy that I saw with Zak very often. He’s the student council president, Bryan. What world am I living in? The student council president is part of this secret base scheme and is acting like a servant to Prince Zak. “Hi, I’m Natalia. Nice to meet you,” I greeted him a little nervously as I tried to smile at him. “I should leave…Zak probably wants to be alone with you,” Bryan mumbled almost as if to himself as he headed for the door. 

“Zak…wait…” I objected weakly as Zak continued to kiss me aggressively the moment we entered his secret base. His kisses were getting more demanding, his tongue moving inside of my mouth deeper and faster. He pinned my body against the wall as he kissed me wildly, his tongue danced wildly with mine and I responded to his kisses. His kisses were making me breathless, and my body and face started to feel so hot. Is this what normally happens when you kiss someone? “Can I touch you?” Zak asked huskily against my lips. I nodded, speechless. I never imagined that Zak would touch me this way. His hand slid over my white school shirt to stroke and then cup my breasts in his large hands. I heard myself moaning softly as he squeezed my tits through the fabric. He moved a hand down to stroke my hips and then cup my ass through my skirt while his other hand continued to knead my breasts. His lips kept mine busy as

Of course, I’ve never seen a guy’s thing before… I shook my head slightly as I looked at where my hand was in between his legs. I could feel his shape clearly against my hand, something big and hard was twitching beneath my touch. “Do you want to see? I’ll show you…” Zak suggested as he placed his hand over mine so that I was softly squeezing the big bulge in his pants. I nodded silently, unable to take my eyes away from his crotch. Zak sat up on to sit on the side of the bed. “Want to try undressing a guy for the first time?” Zak asked teasingly as he smiled at me. “Umm…yes,” I replied and then I was surprised at the sound of determination in my voice. It was as if I had just accepted a mission. Zak laughed a little at me as he got up from the bed and stood tall next to it. I followed

Finally, this day came around again this year. Today is the death anniversary of my dear mother. As per the custom of the house, everyone in the mansion was dressed head-to-toe in black today as a sign of mourning and remembrance of my mother. I woke up at dawn to shower and get dressed. Reiner and Laura helped me get dressed in a long silk black dress that was matched with a big black bow headband. Black patent leather mid-heel shoes completed the look. The absolute must-have accessory for today are big and black sunglasses. The bigger the better to cover my swollen eyes when I cry. I cry every year; this year won’t be any different. Today, Lucien and I will visit my mother’s grave which was located on a hilltop in the outskirts. Due to family politics, my mother was not laid to rest in the Rosenhall’s family graveyard. I’m sure she is much happier where she is now rather than being buried underground forever amongst the dead and gone Ro