Her aroma's curse {T.R}

10: All of that Ultraviolence

Btw: forgot to mention, sometimes in the book. Tom will say more stuff to her. And more spice is going to happen. More than you think😍

And i am sorry but chapters with smuts will be longer than normal chapters. Plus is it just me, or do you feel like he is so Lana coded. I mean like he's such a man.

TOM RIDDLE:

She stood by the door. In a little sundress. In Autumn. Her lips shone, her hair was soft and loose. Her legs were glistening, her sandals showed the nail polish on her toes. I can see her neck thumping from my position. She checked out how i raised my legs on the desk and crossed them, and how i opened the first three buttons of my shirt and how my index remained on my lips to wipe the drool present due to the intensity of this scene. Two days and you haven't came to me miss Pierce, so i had to occupy myself by reading those scenes and fantasising of you.

"Hello," she politely said as she smiled awkwardly. "Get in and lock the door," i commanded right away and she so willingly obeyed. "What are you reading about?" I almost felt sorry for her as she so shyly asked. She is not usually that shy, but i liked that too.

She walked only two steps into the room as if she was terrified of me. I took a glance at her, "sit,"
"No, i prefer not to. Thank you so much," she immediately answered back. I was immediately stiff like wood in my trousers and so angry at her. Uncontrollable enraged. Absolutely feral. And unconditionally inflamed.

I turned my eyes to her immediately sensing they widened, but in fact, they just burnt her inside out narrowed and sharp in her direction. "You're angry," she concluded. I tensed my jaws and cracked my neck still looking at her and her chest began expanding with a little more vigour and breathlessness.

"I... uh.. i'm sorry i did not have much time to come back i guess," she ran her fingers through her hair and my heart was thumping faster. I raised a brow and with my eyes, i pained her thoroughly. I huffed aroused and desperate but i first needed to hear her say things. Filth.

"Read," i flipped the book to her and tapped the pages with my fingers. "Read what?" She asked. "Read this page, out loud." I added before she rolled her eyes and grabbed the book she thinking it would be just a book. But this was the hottest i myself have ever read. To listen to her speak of sex was my absolute pleasure. Literally, i was pleasured. She would be fucking my ears.

"Okay," she took it..

And when i tell you how her cheeks flushed and how her breath heaved made me almost orgasm, i fucking mean it. I mean every little detail. I mean my cum was right before my tip and my dick twitched and i was on the verge of flushing and moaning.

"I cannot read this, i'm sorry." She handed it back refusing to go on when the scene was getting too intense. Yes, i haven't heard enough, but i needed to feel more. "Uh huh," my legs were down and my arms were crossed towards her. I shut the book, "speak your grounds," i demanded. "It doesn't really matter anymore," she tried to escape me... fucking again so i stopped her with my claim.

"You try to step one foot out and what you just read will be the least done to you." It would not only be the least. It would be nothing of you. There were four walls in the office, one desk, three book cases, one floor, one window, one bathroom, two guest chairs and my chair. And i wanted to fuck her against all of those today, tie her with my belt perhaps. See her absolutely naked perhaps.

Her back was still to me before i felt heat radiate off her into me and i swallowed dropping my raised index in my fist. She revolved leisurely and then spoke. Her tone was practiced by students to learn seduction and her eyes changed into something so much better than doe eyes and so much better than sirens.