“Aaliyah, you did nothing severe, right?” Katherine asked the first thing when Aaliyah entered the house, and Aaliyah looked at her with a bored look.
“Has mom or aunt Lily already arrived?” Aaliyah asked, and Katherine pressed her lips into a thin line.
“This is not the answer to my question, Aaliyah. Don’t dodge it. I want to know the truth. What the hell did you do?” Katherine asked, and Aaliyah sighed.
“I didn’t kill them. If that’s what you are worried about. They deserved every part of what I did to them. They are alive and don’t know who did this to them and why. I am going to sleep now,” Aaliyah said, and Katherine sighed in relief.
~~~~~
“Mr. Volkov? What are you doing in my room? How did you even enter?” Aaliyah squeaked as soon as she entered her room, still dressed in her school uniform. Rather than answering her, Volkov walked to her before gently lifting her and placing her on the bed.
“Open your legs, sweetheart,” Volkov’s dangerously low whisper made her heart pound.
“I-but I am wearing a skirt, Mr. Volkov,” Aaliyah whispered, her voice coming out in a squeak that shocked even her.
What kind of reaction was that? It felt like her mouth had grown a mind of its own. Shouldn’t she ask what he was trying to do?
“I know, sweetheart. But how can I make you feel good if I can’t see it?” His cold fingers grazed her skin as he rubbed his fingers up and down her legs, making tingles shoot up her skin. If she had any doubt or resistance to her body or what he was doing, it was slipping out of her mind as his touch registered to her, making her body shiver under his touch when she felt something wet glistening her panties.
“Do you not want me as much as I want you, Aaliyah?” Volkov’s voice was husky, and not giving her any time to recollect her thoughts, he slipped his hand inside her skirt, cupping her wet p*ssy over her panties.
“You know you want it. You might fool your mind, but in your heart, you want it. Your body desires it. Don’t hold back, angel. These wet panties are a sign of it. You might want to pretend like you are a good student, but you are not, Aaliyah. ” Volkov leaned and whispered in her ear, making her arch her back as she involuntarily opened her legs for him.
“You are a very naughty student who desires her teacher, Aaliyah,” Volkov grabbed her chin, his thumb playing with her lower lip. As if her body was acting on its own, she opened her mouth slightly, letting him place his thumb inside her mouth as she sucked on it gently, wrapping her lips around it as she licked and grazed it, her panties dampening even more at the wild thoughts running inside her head.
“See? You know this game. Let me play with you for a while, baby girl. No one has to know,” Volkov grabbed her waist, pulling her swiftly, making her wrap her legs around his face as he looked at her briefly before looking at her private area hidden behind her panties.
He didn’t need to tell her twice.
It was taunting. The mere thought of Mr. Volkov seeing her most private part made her stomach churn in a good way. She was feeling emotions she never had. Since she laid her eyes on him, she knew she was attracted to him, but these emotions were something else. She wasn’t just attracted to him. She needed him. Her mind, heart, and body were a complete mess. Her p*ssy was throbbing as if demanding his attention.
As irrational as it sounded, she wanted to give in to him. She wanted to clench her legs around his torso and let him ride her, or maybe pull his face closer to her damp p*ssy and ask him to give her what she has always read in romance books.
But it wasn’t right. As much as Aaliyah wanted him, she knew nothing about him. Devils always come with a handsome face to attract you.
“I-I can’t. This is not right. You are dangerous,” Aaliyah struggled through her body’s obvious needs, the little rationality she had left, doing a perfect job.
“Weren’t you the one who wanted to dance in the fire, sweet Aaliyah? It’s okay. I will leave this time,” Volkov smirked, placing his lips on the corner of her lips.
His tongue licked the side of her lips softly while his hand slid under her shorts, stopping right at her b*tt cheeks.
“They are soft and a handful. Exactly how I like them. I wonder if your br*asts feel the same, my love. But, that’s a question for the next time.” He lifted her before placing her down gently, making sure her throbbing p*ssy rubbed through the bulge in his pants.
“I am leaving for now. However, it’s a dark temptation. The more you ignore it, the more you want it. I will make sure you come begging me for it. And when you’ll beg me, I will do you so hard you would want it every second of your life,” Volkov’s cold laugh echoed, leaving her hot and bothered as she clenched her legs to reduce the heat in her core.
As she gazed at the man’s back, her hands slid inside her shorts before she touched herself, remembering the bulge in his pants.
“Mr. Volkov!” She screamed as the waves of pleasure coursed through her.
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Aaliyah opened her eyes and sat abruptly on her bed, her breathing ragged.
What the hell was this all? She took the jug from her nightstand before gulping some water hastily. Her throat was unbelievably dry. It felt like she was crying his name for real. This was the first time she had a dream like this.
What the hell was wrong with her? The first wet dream of her life had to be with Mr. Volkov? Was her mind in the gutter these days? Aaliyah blamed the book she read from Momo and her constant encounters with Mr. Volkov before she looked at the time.
It was 1 am.
There is no way she is getting any sleep anytime soon. Even if she tries to sleep now, her mind will constantly ponder over that dream, making her wetter than she already was. She groaned before peeking downstairs.
Her mom, sister, and aunt were already asleep. It was futile to call Ashton. The guy has a long game tomorrow and must be resting.
She chained her windbreaker jacket before jumping down from her balcony.
Now what? She was on the streets since she didn’t want to play on her phone. But what to do now? It was dangerous to go far away with the recent stalker incident, so riding the death beauty wasn’t even an option.
She continued jogging in random directions, trying to clear her mind of Mr. Volkov and the unstoppable desire she was building for him.
He was a dangerous man. Though he looked like a simple school teacher, his actions and surroundings were clear indicators he was something more.
As she kept walking, she stopped at the 24/7 restaurant, sighing when her stomach grumbled.
The last thing she had was around 7. 5 hours ago. It was natural to feel hungry.
But would it be okay to eat at this hour? She contemplated walking inside.
“Hello, what can I get you?” The sweet boy behind the counter startled her, and she looked at the menu before ordering cheese sandwiches and cold coffee.
Meanwhile, Bryce and Shane sitting two booths away from her, quirked their brows at her presence.
The man sitting in front of them noticed it and turned to look at her.
“You know the chick?” He asked before taking a whiff of his cigar.
Do they know the chick? Their days and nights have been tainted by finding out more about her. Of course, they knew who she was.
The question was, what was she doing here at almost 2 in the morning?
“Dimitri told you what happened at the station and club, right?”Bryce asked, and Shane hummed.
“We are not sure if the club incident is related to her. Don’t assume things mindlessly. She looks too normal to do something like that,” Shane spoke before he looked at the girl.
“Could it be? Volkov’s suspicion is right? Is she spying?” Shane whispered to Bryce, whose gaze didn’t waver from the girl for even a second.
“I don’t think so. She looked like someone who was just minding her business.” Bryce couldn’t help the smile when he saw her stuffing food in her stomach like a hungry cat.
Since she was Katherine’s sister and Volkov’s lover now, she was practically family.
“Let Volkov handle this situation on his own. He is capable enough to deal with his woman, no?” Bryce looked at his phone before looking at the girl.
Bryce smirked when he saw Volkov entering with a cold look on his face. It was obvious he was pissed off because they woke him up.
I guess, Aaliyah’s presence here is going to help them dodge the wrath of the devil.
Meanwhile, Aaliyah, who was busy stuffing her mouth with cheese sandwiches to leave quickly, paused in her actions, the half sandwich dangling from her mouth as her hands froze.
She was a gone case now. Her constantly increasing feelings for him were making her obsessed with him.
There was no way the man she saw was Mr. Volkov, but it felt so real. Just like her dreams. She drifted her gaze before messily biting the sandwich and placing the rest of it on the plate.
Volkov, on the other hand, felt he could murder Bryce and Shane. What was so important that they dared to mess up his sleep routine?
He walked inside the restaurant in large strides, observing his surroundings briefly from the corner of his eyes and a girl with a long brown high ponytail caught his gaze.
Aaliyah? He was sure he wasn’t consumed by sleep. He drove his car here.
Stopping right in front of her, he looked at the girl, who was too busy to notice him. It was around two in the morning. Seeing her here was a tough chance, but he did.
“Aaliyah?” He tested her name, her startled gaze making him smirk.
Placing his hand on the table, he bent towards her before wiping the cheese from the corner of her lips and then placing the thumb in his mouth.
“Always a messy eater, aren’t you?” He asked, and Aaliyah felt dumbfounded.
Have her hallucinations leveled up? The man was smirking and talking just like Mr. Volkov. She raised her brows before placing her hand on top of his, intertwining her fingers gently.
His rough hands actually felt so soft. Her hand was a perfect fit in his. She has always been proud of her long french fingers, but they were still small in Mr. Volkov’s hands. Aaliyah smiled, and seeing the girl in a daze, Volkov didn’t know what to say.
“Mr. Volkov,” She whispered.
“That sure is me. Are you drunk?” Volkov couldn’t contain himself, and his snarky comment got her attention.
Jerking her hand away, she looked up into his eyes, the amusement in them reminding her of the dream she had, resulting in her becoming a hot mess.
“What are you doing here at a time like this?”
“I couldn’t sleep,” Aaliyah looked away.
“Had a bad dream?”
“Yeah,”
“And you thought it was a good idea to roam the streets at midnight rather than staying at home?” Volkov pulled the chair beside her and sat with an arrogant stance.
“I wasn’t thinking straight.” It wasn’t a lie. If she were in her right mind, she wouldn’t have come out of the house after the recent incident.
“Do you ever?” Volkov grabbed her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.
“Now you’ll go straight to your house. No wandering around. I will see you in the class tomorrow, and if I see any dark circles, I will know.” Volkov let her finish her drink before he pulled her up.
“Let me walk you halfway there,” Volkov didn’t wait for her answer as he guided her outside.
Walking alongside the alleys, Volkov gazed at the girl, walking beside him, feeling like something was indeed wrong with her. What girl would be stupid enough to pull what Aaliyah does all the time?
Feeling his phone vibrating in his pocket, he pulled it out before messaging Bryce.
“Wait for me. I’ll be back in fifteen.” Volkov hit the sent button before he saw Aaliyah walking ahead of him, making him widen his eyes when he noticed the bike. It looked like it was deliberately coming to the street as if the rider was drunk.
“Aaliyah!” Volkov shouted before he pulled her out of the way of the bike, turning her away.
He was right to guess. The biker crashed into the pole, and the man lay flat on the ground.
If he hadn’t pulled her away, she would’ve – Volkov’s stopped his trail of thoughts.
Meanwhile, too shocked to respond, Aaliyah became self-conscious when she realized how Mr. Volkov was hugging her from behind. Just like when they had danced together.
Her back was pressed against his chest, the heat from his body seeping through her skin despite the clothing.
“Are you okay?” Volkov whispered in her ears, his lips touching the earlobe, and Aaliyah nodded, barely keeping her nasty thoughts to herself.
“That’s a relief,” Volkov said, still not leaving her.
After what felt like an eternity but was only a few seconds, he let go of her, making her turn around, and she looked into his eyes boldly for the first time.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her face only a couple of inches away from Volkov’s.
“Take care of yourself. I can’t afford to lose you,” Volkov cupped her neck, his thumb grazing her jaws with emotions that Aaliyah couldn’t decipher.
However, he didn’t explain further and after dropping her near her lane, he turned around and left.