Page 201 of Obsession

Pleasant warmth spread through my body and I left my room, realizing my father was in his bedroom, probably already asleep.

I walked down the stairs as quietly as I could and locked the door behind me.

Harris had gotten out of the car and was waiting for me in his usual spot, leaning against the side of his car, and I noticed his expression change as I approached him.

He was handsome, as always. He had showered, his hair was still a little damp and pushed back, and his green eyes seemed to sparkle in the sunlight. He was wearing his usualblack clothes, and I could have sworn his muscles were tighter than before. He had been working out.

His massive arms were folded in front of his chest as I stopped in front of him and gave him an innocent smile.

“Fucking hell,” was all he said, his breathing heavy as he looked me up and down repeatedly.

“Hello to you too, baby,” I whispered over his lips, then opened the door and got inside the car.

He seemed frozen for a few seconds, ran his fingers through his hair a few times, then crossed in front of the car and sat behind the wheel.

In my head, I was grinning like a devil while on the outside, I was feigning innocence.

He looked directly at me, at my lips to be exact.

He pushed his chair back and grinned in the most devilish way, and I knew exactly what that gesture meant, so I didn’t wait for him to ask; I grabbed his shoulders and straddled him like I had last night. Both of his palms grabbed my ass, and he squeezed.

“Do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you today?” he said over my lips, and I just grinned, then he attacked me with a wild kiss, just as I had expected.

He sped up at the same time and I laughed against his lips, but only until his fingers snuck under my dress and reached the right spot.

During French class, I couldn’t control my body because of the feelings Harris evoked in me with his eyes alone.

We were sitting in the same places as the first week when he had entered the class after beating Joshua.

It seemed like months had passed since then.

So much had changed, especially his eyes, which no longer carried any confusion, curiosity, or frustration. He now knew exactly who I was, what I was and what I meant to him.

While the teacher wrote something on the blackboard and spoke in French, I struggled to understand her, but it was almost impossible. I turned my gaze to him and smiled, silently asking him to let me concentrate. The smile he gave me let me know that he had no intention of doing so.

I could still feel his touch on me…. inside me. Everything he had done to me before we had arrived at school. My lips were still burning, even though more than an hour had passed since then.

He was sitting leisurely behind his desk as always, and all I wanted to do was sit on his lap and kiss him until he lost his mind.

Just when I thought it was too much, he’d finished me off completely by catching his tongue between his teeth and looking at me seductively, the way a decadent demon would.

I leaned against the back of my chair and clenched my fists on my thighs because it was getting unbearable.

While he pretended to read something in the book, he placed a hand on the desk and subtly lifted his fingers.

Those fingers.

Slowly, and maddeningly, he began to move them, just as he had moved them in me.

Devil take me!

I squeezed my thighs together and pushed my head into my notebook. I could feel their effect on me, even though they weren’t inside me.

When I looked at him, he was grinning like a devil, still pretending to read from that damn book, then he touched his fingers to his lips and I moaned in my head until I went crazy.

The rest of the hour passed like a year in hell. Hot air blew past my lips as the bell rang and the teacher left the classroom. I had finished another class without a bad grade.

I stood up before he did.

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