𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐞𝐮𝐝𝐬 |𝟏𝟖+

""Zayden, stop! If someone catches us, we're dead!" I hissed, trying to push him away.He chuckled, completely unfazed.

"Sweetheart, no one's going to catch us. Relax."I glared at him.

"You almost killed Davian just because he touched my waist. What is wrong with you?"He shrugged.

"Who told you to let that idiot touch you? And by the way, if Ms. Hayden calls you up, just say you're too... occupied to answer."I groaned.

"Occupied? I can't go up there with you inside me! What the hell, Zayden?"He grinned, leaning in closer.

"Next time, don't make me jealous, and you won't have this problem. But fine, I'll leave... for now."

But, of course, before I even made it to the hall, he grabbed me again-this time pulling me into the girls' bathroom."You said you were leaving!" I whisper-yelled, feeling my face heat up.

"I never said for how long," he murmured, pressing me against the door. His hand was already on my chest, his fingers moving like he owned me.

"Zayden, seriously, this is the girls' bathroom. People will talk!"He smirked. "Let them talk. They should know who you belong to."

I rolled my eyes. "You're insane. This is harassment."

"Oh, this is harassment?" His hand slid lower, fingers teasing me through my panties.

"Then what's this?"I gasped as he pulled his fingers back, smirking when he noticed how wet I was.

"Well, look at that. All worked up for me, huh?"

Before I could reply, he shoved his fingers into my mouth, making me taste myself.

"Mmm, sweet, right?"I yanked my head away.

"Ugh, you're disgusting."He grinned wickedly.

"And you love it."