MIDNIGHT WHISPERS| Kylia

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Kylie gets up, making me raise my face to be able to look at her. My stomach turns strangely when a wicked smile plays on her lips, making me swallow dry and hold the urge to run away.

- you look tense - she leans against her table, resting her arms on the edge, looks at me cynically.

She only has this fucking cynical expression.

-I'm not tense - I try to sound firm, but I'm failing, sinking my nails into the arms of the red armchair.

- you're lying - she crosses her arms, wetting her lips with her tongue.

I sigh, crossing my legs, keeping my gaze on her.

It's pathetic to feel attracted to her. What kind of person am I? Who feels attracted to the teacher?

Damn it!

- now you're no longer tense - she smiled sideways, looking at me intensely, as if she were reading my actions and expressions.

She can only be a kind of maniac, or spends a lot of time studying about bodies and these strange businesses to know exactly what I'm feeling.

- I study and observe people, Baker

- I get out of my thoughts, when her voice sounds calmly and low. - I've been watching you for three damn years - her speech makes me surprised and lean on the arm chair.

- why do you watch me so much? - my voice sounds very curious, and my eyes accompany every word that comes out of her reddish lips.

- for future projects, and unfortunately for you, you caught my attention a lot during these years - she confesses, looking directly into my eyes, giving me chills.

Wow, my teacher who hates me so much just admitted that I get your attention.

I must really be dreaming or having nightmares.

- and what do you intend to do with it? - I question, noticing his downward look and a smile appears on her lips.

- take advantage of your sweet poison - her gaze rises, deepening in mine, equally her words that deepen in my mind. - and not allow my sweet student to be the only one who failed in the last year - she moves away from the table, still approaching with her arms crossed.

I shouldn't, but when I look at your mouth I feel a great urgency to crash them into mine, but I hold back, raising my gaze to her brown eyes that carry a mystery that no one can unravel.

Her gaze is so intense and provocative that I can feel the middle of my legs pulsating, making me cross my legs more.

- you're excited - she leans forward, making her face very close to mine.

My cheeks burn and I try to lower my face, feeling ashamed that she knows how to decipher me quickly, but the woman holds my jaw with a little force, forcing me to look at her. Her gaze walks across my face, as if she were reading all my facial lines. Her gaze goes down to my lips, making me look down at hers too.

Kylie passes her tongue between her lips, making me hold my breath when I feel an immense cold in my stomach and my excitement flowing.

I just need to keep control, but right now, I'm sending the control away.

- crossing your legs won't relieve you - she whispers against my lips, making me roll my eyes no longer able to stand the pain that is forming down there.

- so do it for them! - I say in a desperate way, embarrassing myself next.

Kylie lets out a laugh, having fun with the situation.

Idiot!

- It's exactly like Friday, princess - she whispers again, leaving me in ecstasy when I remember the times she called me like that on Friday.

God, give me strength!

- It must have been too good for you to remember so much - I reply, opening a sarcastic smile.

- I could say it was, yes - on impulse, Kylie lets go of my face and holds my arms, pulling me to get up.

I feel my heart racing with fright, grabbing her shoulders when she turned me around and pressed me on her table.

- But I think it would be better to show you

- She's so close that I can feel her breath hitting my face.

I look up, finding the immensity of her eyes, seeing the desire burn in a surreal way in them.

- Why do you do that? - I ask, so low that I don't even hear it myself.

- I like to play with you, doll - she finally says, wrapping her hand in my hair, pulling back, making me sigh with the sensation. - I know your fears and your weaknesses

- she moves her mouth down my neck, muffling her voice, giving me goosebumps down my spine.

At the moment, my dignity went to hell. Kylie raised her lips again, facing me, making me restless with her curl.

The woman lets out a laugh before pulling my hair again and crashing her lips to mine, inviting me for a hot kiss, where her tongue disputes to have the domain. I raise my hands to the back of her neck, where I scratch and go up to her hair, trying to gain the dominance of our lips, but it's almost impossible.

I don't even feel when Kylie takes her hand out of my hair and goes down my body until she reaches the end of the sweatshirt, entering it and raising her icy hands over my stomach.

I gasp against the kiss, the feeling of her hands go down again, only now to my thighs, going to the inner part.

I move away from her mouth when she makes me sit on her table. I'm surprised when Cantrall throws all the materials that were on her table on the floor, making a big mess. She puts her laptop in a corner that I can't see and looks at me again, temptingly and with her lips a little swollen.

- you look beautiful like this - she says in a low tone, putting her hand on my cheek, analyzing my mouth. - this sweatshirt can go tho - she didn't let me open my mouth to speak,

She just pulled off the black sweatshirt, removing it from my body, leaving me only with the white lace bran.

The sweatshirt is thrown in the middle of the mess of papers, making me look away from it, but Kylie turns my face again, crashing her lips to mine.

But now, she kisses urgently, as if she needed it, running her hand through my body as if she were studying about it. I lose my breath when her fingers begin to unbutton the buttons of my pants in a hurry.

But as nothing good lasts for a long time, they knocked on the door. One, two, three times.

Kylie walks away, snorting as she puts her hands on my thigh.

- Who is it?! - she shouts, waiting for the person on the other side to answer.

- Cantrall, we need to talk - I notice when the woman rolls her eyes when she hears the man's voice.

- It's Urgent? - he asks loudly.

- Yes! About school and something else - he says, and Cantrall snorts again.

- wait for me in the living room! I'm on my way! - she says, and turns to me, looking at me in an indecipherable way. - We don't  end here, Baker - she smiles without showing her teeth, before turning around and going towards the door. - I'll ask Luci to take you to the room - she says, before opening the door and leaving.

I snort, outraged by this interruption, feeling the discomfort only increase. I get up and pick up the sweatshirt from the floor, putting it on, before Luci enters the office.

- Did you have a hurricane here, young lady? - I turn to her, who is surprised by the mess.

I run my hand through my hair, smiling awkwardly, pretending I don't know anything.

- it was Kylie, I think she was nervous

- I lie, approaching her .