CHAPTER 3

Theodora's POV

And it was... well, very detailed and graphic.

Yeah..yeah, I know. How could a nerd read such filthy things? Even I myself am surprised by the amoung of filth I have consumed.

That was why I was always hid my little secret so well no one knew. I smirked as I started to read.

[He reached between her legs, separating her folds with two fingers and stroking gently. Then he increased his pace, making her shudder wildly.]

My pulse quickened as I read on.

[He knelt betwen her thighs, his body quivering wuth desire as he brought his other hands up to cup her very sensitive breast. His mouth latched on her cunt just as his fingers found her nipples and—]

"Fuck!" I slam my phone against the bed, unable to comtinue reading.

Pretending the scene wasn't turning me on was a total lie. And it didn't help that my mind kept conjuring the image of Nate's half-nude body.

I should feel disgusted. I hated Nate with everything in me.

I swore to all the gods that have ever existed.

But my body thought otherwise. I couldn't stop the filthy thoughts. It was killing me, so I just succumbed to it.

I laid back against the pillows, squeezing my eyes shut as I slide my hand down to shift my panties aside.

I brushed my fingers against my folds, imagining it's Nate's fingers.

I gasped as I thrusted inside. And damn! I was soaked.

Slowly, I began sliding my fingers in and out. Then I started going faster, sliding my hand under my singlet to touch my breast.

"Hmmm," I moaned softly as I pinched my nipples until it hardened, aching with need.

My heart raced as my body moved against my fingers. I imagined Nate thrusting deep inside me, the raw ache of need and want evident on his sexily sculpted face.

"Oh, Nate, yes right there!" The name escaped me before I could catch it.

But at this point, I couldn't care less. No part of me gave a single damn that the guy in my filthy fantasy was my bully.

I moaned as I imagined him whispering nasty things in my ear as he slowly trailed his mouth down to my pussy. 

My fingers frantically worked my cunt, my hand fondling my breast one after one.

My core started to spasm around my finger as pleasure wracked my body almost pulling me apart. 

"God! Yes, Nate." I pant hard, my thighs shivering hard.

My fingers sped up, my hips lifts to meet it. Wetness coated my finger, dripping to the floor, making shock race through me. 

I was so close to exploding as I squimemed on the bed, clenching and unclenching.

A tingling sensation shot from my spine to my pussy as my orgasm brewed beneath the surface.

I squeeze my eyes even tighter.

Good lord! My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I jerk roughly and—

"Having a nice time?" A voice sounded so close to my ears.

My eyes shot open and immediately connected with Nate's face. What the actual fuck?

But before I could say anything, orgasm ripped through me was like a bucket of hot water. It washed over my body, sudden and violent.

Shamelessly and completely, I came undone, hot and hard.

It took sixty full seconds before the realization that Nate has just caught me masturbating hit me. 

Shit!

I yanked my hand out of my cunt, scrambling upright so fast I nearly fell off the bed.

And there he was, the bastard asshole, leaning against the headboard, now fully dressed in jean and a white T-shirt that did nothing to hide his abs and pectorals.

I was too embarrassed to meet his gaze directly but out of the corner of my eyes, I saw his mouth curve into that slow, infuriating smirk.

I just knew he had heard me moaning his name shamelessly.

My face boiled so hot I thought my skin would split and I instantly wish I could find a rock where I would hide for the next decade.

Instead, I just channelled my embarrassment into fury.

"Clearly you weren't trained to knock before barging in on other people," I spat. "Get out now, you fucking perv!" 

"Interesting," he replied with a snort, suddenly taking two strides forward to close the space between us.

I sucked in a sharp breath..

I was trapped between the bed and him, tension and awareness thrumming between us. I could feel the heat of his body wrecking havoc to my skin. 

I had to fight the urge to fan my face.

"You know what I think?" He started, his voice dangerously.

"I think touching yourself to the thoughts of me makes you an even bigger perv. Do you want me to touch you that bad, nerd?"

"I would rather swallow glass than have your hands anywhere near me." I retorted on impulse.

"Really?" Then he suddenly paused, seemingly distracted as he reached behind my back.

When I saw him holding my phone, panic gripped me. 

My novel!

"Don't—" I lunged at him but he just scoffed as he side-stepped me, eyes already skimming through.

"Teddy, you read this?" He drawled, his voice dripping with amusement. 

Gosh! I hated when he called me that stupid nickname that always made me want to commit a felony.

But of course, he knew. And that was what gave him the most joy. Scumbag!

"Damn! You're a filthy pretender," he leaned closer. "The amount of filth in here can make anyone puke."

I gritted my teeth so hard my jaws hurt, anger churning through me as I struggled to yank my phone out of his grasp 

"Give it back, Nate or else!" I fumed.

He cocked his head like he was considering it, then he smirked. "Or else what?" What are you gonna do, Teddy?" 

Then he went ahead to ignore me completely, his lips twitching as his fingers swiped across my phone's screen.

"Interesting," he remarked, eyes darting to my face then back at the phone screen.

"He pnned her to the wall… his hands sneaking down her thighs… his mouth hot—’” He paused deliberately, eyes locking on mine.

"What the hell, Teddy?" He sceunched his bise up in disgust. 

Frustration and exasperation sent me over the edge, blood boiling hot.

I couldn't take it anymore. 

I lunged at him with an intent of scratching my nails over his face, but somehow he must have seen through my attack.

The moment i grabbed his shirt, he turned sharply and the next thing I knew, I was landing flat on the bed...with Nate on top of me.

We both went still.