As much as I loathed Aniyah, I couldn't deny my overwhelming desire for her. "Did you sleep with him?" Aniyah muttered through our fevered kisses. She pushed me onto the bed, trailing kisses down my neck. I tried to process her question. "What are you talking about?" I asked, my voice heavy with need, consumed by thoughts of Aniyah. She locked eyes with me, seething with intensity. "From the party," she replied, her tone edged with impatience. "Why? does it matter." I queried, almost teasingly, raising an eyebrow. She looked at me, kissing down my neck and wandering down my body. Her hands danced along the waistband of my pants before she tugged them down. "Once my pants hung at my ankles, a brief silence fell before she spoke, spreading my legs apart by my thighs. "Yes, yes it does, Laila," she retorted, before retrieving the gun from her pants and placing it on my stomach. Aniyah's deep glare carried a mix of lust as the cold metal rested against me. "Don't move," she grumbled as her hand slid from the gun to my core, brushing my clit, coaxing soft sounds from my lips"

Danielle Wilson is an 18 year old student starting her senior year in high school, what happens when she meets her new AP English and History teacher? Danielle has a tough home life, she knows she wants to get into Harvard and she knows what needs to be done for that, she doesn't date, or party much, she never even had her first kiss. Valentina is cold hearted but for a reason, she doesn't really care about people or love, teaching is only really a hobby for her beside running her empire. What happens when the opposites meet? TW: this story contains - smut - violance - abuse - traumatic past