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I didn't even look up when I heard the door click shut. I kept my eyes glued to the screen of my phone, pretending to be deeply engrossed in a news article while my blood was actually simmering just below the surface.

I could feel her presence, the scent of that "

spicy outfit and the lingering, expensive perfume that definitely didn't belong to her.

"Why weren't you in school today, Mia?" Lila asked, her voice airy and casual, like she didn't have the literal scent of another woman on her skin.

"Didn't feel like it," I snapped, finally tossing my phone onto the bed.

I looked her up and down, taking in the tiny skirt and that crop top that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. "So? Are you satisfied now?"

She blinked, a slow, infuriating smile spreading across her lips. "Satisfied with what, exactly?"

"Fucking Miss Valentina, of course," I spat out. I tried to keep my voice steady, but the anger was leaking through.

I gestured wildly at her clothes. "Is that why you dressed like a literal invitation today? To make sure she couldn't keep her hands off you?"

Lila just shrugged, checking her reflection in my mirror. "This is how I always dress, Mia. You know that."

"I don't know shit," I growled, standing up to face her. "What I do know is that you just gave a body that was supposed to be exclusively mine to that damn teacher."

"She’s not damn,'" Lila countered, her eyes flashing with a defensive heat. "She’s hot. She’s pretty. And she’s... incredibly sweet."

I felt a sharp, bitter twist in my gut. I let out a dry, jagged laugh. "Sweet? Is that what we’re calling it now?"

I took a step closer, my eyes narrowed as I scanned her face for any sign of guilt. "So, tell me. Did you really have her under you, or was it the other way around?"

Lila’s smirk widened, and for a second, I saw the memory of the office in her eyes. "Why don't you guess, Mia? Or better yet... why don't you see if you can make me forget how her tongue felt?”

The air in the room turned brittle. Lila was standing there, practically glowing from the touch of someone else, and it made my skin crawl with a mix of jealousy and pure, unadulterated heat.

"Make you forget?" I echoed, my voice dropping to a dangerous hiss.

I stepped into her space, my chest nearly brushing against those exposed breasts she’d been flaunting all day. "You think it’s that easy? You go and let that woman put her mouth on what belongs to me, and then you come here expecting me to clean up her mess?"

She didn't flinch. She leaned in, her nipples grazing my shirt, her breath smelling like the mint she’d used to try and mask the taste of Valentina.

"I'm not asking you to clean anything up, Mia. I’m asking if you’re still man enough to claim what’s yours. Or are you just going to sit there and pout while I think about her?"

That was it. I snapped.

I lunged forward, grabbing her waist and spinning her around so her back slammed against the wall.

I hooked a finger under the hem of that pathetic crop top and yanked it upward, exposing her stomach and the underside of her breasts.

"You want to talk about her tongue?" I growled, my hand sliding down and disappearing under her skirt.

I didn't go for her clit, not yet. I buried my fingers deep inside her, feeling how slick and stretched she already was. "She was messy, Lila. You’re soaking wet with her. It’s disgusting."

Lila let out a shaky moan, her head falling back against the wall. "Then fix it, Mia... make me feel you instead."

I pulled my hand back and showed her the glistening wetness on my fingers. "I'm going to make you scream so loud you'll forget how to even say her name."

I dropped to my knees, not with the elegance she’d described of Valentina, but with a raw, possessive hunger.

I shoved her skirt up to her waist and spread her legs wide. The sight of her pussy, still swollen and pink from the teacher's attention, made my vision go red.

I didn't start soft. I buried my face between her thighs, my tongue lashing out and claiming her clit with a hard, punishing pressure.

I wanted to taste every bit of that woman off her skin until only I remained. I bit the inside of her thigh, hard enough to leave a mark, and she screamed, her fingers digging into my hair just like she’d probably done in that office.

"Mine," I mumbled against her wet skin, my tongue swirling deep inside her before returning to suck her clit into my mouth. "Every inch of this pussy is mine, Lila. Don't you ever forget it.”

I didn't want to hear another word about Valentina. I wanted to drown out her voice, her scent, and the very memory of her.

I grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved her back until she hit the armchair, her legs flying up in surprise.

"Stay there," I commanded, my voice thick with possessive rage.

I stripped off my clothes with frantic, jerky movements, tossing my shirt and jeans across the room until I was standing completely bare before her.

My own pussy was already throbbing, slick with the kind of anger that only turns into pure lust.

I didn't give her a chance to move. I climbed onto the chair, straddling her chest in a tight 69 position.

I lowered my hips until my soaking wet pussy was pressed directly against her mouth, my scent filling her senses.

At the same time, I buried my face between her legs, the heat of her pussy hitting me like a physical wave.

"Eat," I growled, my voice muffled against her skin. "I want to feel your tongue working for me, not her."

Lila didn't hesitate. She let out a desperate sound and began to lap at me, her tongue tracing my slit and flicking over my clit with a frantic energy.

I responded by devouring her, my tongue swirling deep inside her while my teeth grazed her swollen lips.

I reached down with both hands, my fingers finding our tangled heat.

I plunged two fingers deep into her while she did the same to me, our rhythms clashing and then syncing in a blur of friction and wetness.

The sensation was overwhelming, the taste of her, the feel of her tongue on my clit, and the way our fingers were working in tandem to push us both over the edge.

"Fuck, Mia," Lila moaned against my folds, her breath hot and wet.

I ground my pussy down onto her face, demanding more, my hips bucking as I felt my own orgasm building.

I was fingering her harder now, my thumb pinning her clit down while I licked her clean.

I wanted to consume her, to erase every trace of that teacher until the only thing Lila could feel, taste, or hear was me.

My nipples scraped against her thighs as I arched my back, the pressure in my lower stomach tightening into a knot that was seconds away from exploding.

I pulled myself up, shifting our bodies so we were chest to chest, our soaking wet pussies grinding together.

The friction of our swollen folds rubbing against each other was pure electric torture. I crashed my lips against hers, our tongues tangling in a messy, desperate battle for dominance while I felt her slickness coating my thighs.

I broke the kiss and dove lower, my mouth latching onto one of her heavy breasts. I sucked her nipple deep into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hard peak until Lila was whimpering and arching her back off the chair.

"You're mine, Lila," I hissed against her skin. "Not hers. Mine."

I reached over to the side table and grabbed my thick, realistic dildo. I didn't bother with being gentle.

I positioned the head at her opening and shoved it inside her in one deep, possessing thrust.

Lila’s eyes rolled back in her head, a strangled cry escaping her throat as her pussy clamped down tight around the plastic.

I started to fuck her with it, my movements fast and punishing, making her hips buck uncontrollably.

Just as she was beginning to peak, the shrill ring of my phone cut through the heavy air of the room.

I ignored it, gripping the dildo tighter and thrusting even harder, the sound of the plastic slapping against her wet skin filling the silence between rings.

"Mia... oh god, Mia!" she wailed, her hands clutching the arms of the chair.

"Look at me," I commanded, thrusting with a frantic rhythm that had her entire body shaking.

"I'm cummin! I'm…!" she screamed, her voice cracking.

I didn't stop. I dropped the dildo and dove back down, burying my face between her legs. Just as her orgasm hit, I felt the hot, sweet gush of her release.

She bucked one last time and then collapsed into the chair, releasing everything right into my mouth.

I swallowed every bit of her, making sure I took it all.

Lila let out a long, shuddering breath of relief, her eyes half closed as she tried to find her air.

I stood up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and finally picked up the phone that was still buzzing on the floor.

I saw the name on the screen, Dorla.

I answered, listening for only a few seconds while my face hardened. I didn't say a word before I tapped the end call button and tossed the phone back onto the bed.

Lila looked up at me, still flushed and trembling. "What's up? Is she okay?"

I frowned, the post orgasmic glow vanishing instantly. "Change of plans," I said, my voice cold. "It seems like her dad just caught her with that new forbidden guy she’s been seeing. Sounds like shit is about to hit the fan.”