"What if it was the prince who needed saving?"
Not receiving an ounce of love even in his childhood, he became heartless. His cold exterior scared people away, and not to mention his detached, unemotional personality. Haunted by his past, he was use...
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I stand outside the door, too scared to knock.
Maybe I should just jump out of the window.
I look to my right, at the wide, open window. Then, I sigh. As if that's going to get me out of this. I don't deserve to get out of this. You did this, now face the consequences. I finally give up and knock twice.
"Enter" I know what he's gonna say before he even says it. One thing I've learnt over the time spent in the ETF, is that he literally doesn't say anything else when you knock. And that you should never enter without knocking.
I cautiously take a step into the spacey room and look around. He doesn't lift his head from the papers in front of him even when I enter. Sweat trickles down the valley between my breast.
"Uhm..." I clear my throat, my hand subconsciously lifting to scratch the back of my head. He finally looks up, and I can see the confusion set into his expression. It's as if he's been kicked out of a forty-foot building. He looks more terrified than anything else.
"What are you doing here?" He asks, his voice flat. I would be lying if I said that didn't sting.
"I...got sent to the principals office. But as you already know" I squint my eyes, showing that I already know he forced the principal. "Mr Hendrick is out of the city. So, I'm here to see you now. Expel me, order me to mop the floors after class, do whatever. Let's get this punishment over with" I say, arms crossed. He stares a me for a long minute before blinking and clearing his throat.
He calmly rests his elbows on the table, regarding me. "Well, have a seat, Miss Iglesias"
Bro, wtf.
It feels so strange coming from him. I've never even heard him use my full name before, so this is extremely odd.
I reluctantly sit down on the chair and fold my hands in my lap. We hold a staring competition for about eighteen seconds before he looks at his wristwatch.
"So, what did you do?" He eventually asks me. My nails dig into my palms. Okay. Calm. You can do this. It wasn't your fault.
"I...you know we have a teacher named...Mr Shaun?" I tell him. He thinks about it for a second, then nods.
"He...well" I clear my throat. "If you think about it, this isn't my fault. You see, he was acting all weird ever since the class started. And then he has the audacity tell me that my name is beautiful!" I shake my head in bewilderment, hands motioning to make him understand it better.
He gazes at me with interest. I take a breath and continue. "Everything was fine, right? But then" I slam my palms against the desk dramatically for more effective storytelling so he gets fired.
"I feel weird, gross, cracked fingertips on my thigh" When that leaves my mouth, I feel him tense and clench his jaw. I pause. "Go on" He says through gritted teeth. I sceptically narrow my eyes and nod slowly.
"So, as I was saying, I feel a gross hand caressing my thigh, and then, it moves higher" I see his knuckles turn white as he grips the edge of the desk, but except for the clenched jaw, his face gives nothing away.
"And?" His voice is more of a growl than actual words. It scares me, but also sends a shiver down my spine. The good kind of shiver.
"And....higher" His eyes are hard or mine, his teeth gritted and his grip on the table deadly. I swallow.
"Until he reaches my waistband...and..." I trail off. He tilts his head dangerously, his eyes completely fixed on mine. "And?" "And I punched him. Well, originally, it was supposed to be a slap, but in the chaos, all I could do was clench my fist. It ended up making impact with his jaw" I shrug.
I don't know if I'm seeing things, but his eyes look almost proud. He unclenches his jaw and leans back into his chair.
"What did you say his name was?" "Mr Shaw" "You mean Mr Shaun" "Right"
Still leaned back on his chair, his eyes meet mine and I have to stop myself from looking away. I stare right into his mossy green eyes and force myself to keep a straight face.
Neither of us says a word, but we sit opposite each other, each busy with their own thing. I take out my phone and start scrolling mindlessly, he watches. "Don't you have class?" I look up at him. "In twenty-five minutes"
He hmms and licks his bottom lip. "Twenty-five minutes is a long time" His eyes meet mine again, and I feel my heartbeat increase under his watchful gaze.
"No, it's not" I smile. He raises a brow. "Bet?" "Bet" "Get over here"
My throat constricts at his words. "I'm sorry?" "Get over here, I said"
I slowly stand up, my heart still beating wildly, and walk over to him. When I'm right in front of him, he parts his legs. "Make yourself comfortable"
No. No. No.
You can't give in to him! Everything's gonna get fucked up again!
But I don't argue because as you know, I'm a certified fucking moron.
I turn around and take a seat right in between his legs. It's funny, actually. Even though we're sitting, he can still rest his chin on my head without me getting cramped up. I'm comfortable in his lap, that's the main problem.
The other problem is that my friendly neighbour down there us giving me a really hard time.
"So, uh- what do you wanna-" I internally let out a seagull screech when I feel him wrap both his arms around my waist, tucking his face into my neck.
"S-sir. This is highly inappropriate" I manage to stutter out over all this heat. He chuckles near my ear, his hot breath burning my neck.
"Inappropriate?" He repeats as one of his hands moves to brush the hair out of my face.
"What about all the times I've made you come? All the times you've begged me to fuck you. To ruin you for every other man. To lay my fucking claim upon you" His voice is dark, raspy and sends shivers down my spine.
"What about your needy little hole, hm?" I keep screaming internally, but don't let a single sound escape my mouth. I never knew he was the dirty talk kind.
"Zane, I-" "Hush, princess"
His hand moves down and lifts my shirt, exposing the skin of my belly. Then, he stuffs his face into my neck completely, and that's all it takes for me to let out a noise I wasn't planning on letting out.
"Horny fucking liar"
Liar?
His fingers make their way into my pants, pushing aside the fabric of my panties and running down the centre. I shudder and tremble with every touch.
"You said you didn't feel anything" He states. I stiff. "Then why are you so wet for me?"
I turn around to meet his eyes, and as expected, turn back around almost immediately. I break under his gaze.
"Eyes on me, Iris"
A/N
*Steamy*
*dies of steam*
*gets buried in Zane's cum*
Jkjk. Unless.
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