Page 161 of Dare To Break

Kitten: You want me to show a teacher my breasts?

Me: Tell me you’re not wet just thinking about it.

The dare ties in to another page of her diary. Exhibitionism. Nothing too extreme, and only in ways that could be viewed as accidental. I know for a fact there are girls in our year that have done much worse than flash their tits at a teacher, especially Mr. Drake. I’m pretty sure at least three of them have sucked his dick in return for a better grade.

Me: After you’ve done it, text me and tell me how it felt.

I toss the cell onto the floor beside the bed, and close my eyes, reliving the past few hours in my mind until sleep claims me.

Chapter 103

Arabella

Nerves and adrenaline writhing in the pit of my stomach, I watch Mr. Drake at the front of the class. He has his back to us, the marker in his hand scraping across the whiteboard.

Playing with the tiny white buttons of my shirt, I unbutton a few more until the front gapes open, showing the dip between my braless breasts.

Am I really going to do this? Oh god, I feel sick.

Everyone has their head down, copying out the exercise, oblivious to what I’m about to do. My hands tremble, as I push the material wide, on edge at the thought of getting caught.

I glance around.

Please don’t look.

I can’t do this.

It’s insane.

Sin is going to be disappointed if I don’t.

Biting the inside of my cheek, I’m about to give in when Mr. Drake turns. I tug the material over my left breast, letting it whisper over my skin, exposing myself for a split second.

For one awful moment, everything seems to slow down. Mr. Drake’s gaze lands on my chest. His eyes widen slightly, surprise rippling over his expression before his attention snaps up to my face.

I anchor my focus on the book in front of me with a giddy sense of triumph, while my stomach churns.

I sit still and rigid, waiting for him to call me out. Except it never comes. As if nothing has happened, he continues talking where he left off. When I risk a glance up through my eyelashes, his back is toward me again. I reach for my shirt front and refasten the buttons one at a time.

Relief finally comes when the bell rings, ending the class. I grab Sin’s phone from my bag and give him the text he’s waiting for.

Me: I flashed Mr. Drake. I feel sick, but I also kind of liked the rush.

“Not wearing a bra again today? I think you gave Mr. Drake a hard-on.”

The voice in my ear sends my heart jumping into my mouth while my hand hides my cell screen. I turn my head. Evan is leaning down beside me.

He meets my gaze, and smirks. “He’ll be asking you to come for special evening classes before the end of the week.”

“Ready to go?” Miles’ voice interrupts us.

“Y-yes.” My words come out in a shaken stutter.

I ignore Evan as he passes us and shove my books and pens in the bottom of my bag.

He saw me flashing the teacher. Did anyone else see me do it? Is he going to tell his friends?

Threading my fingers through Miles’, we walk together toward the door. Mr. Drake smiles when he sees me and winks.

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