LOGIN“You are soaked already,” Zack murmured darkly, his fingers pressing against the damp fabric of her underwear. “It is all your fault. You better take responsibility,” Anna whispered in his ear. His eyes flare with a primal intensity at her words, a low, guttural sound rumbling in his chest. “Responsibility?” he repeats, his voice laced with dark amusement. “Oh, I will take full fucking responsibility for making you this wet.” his hand moves from her underwear, fingers hooking into the elastic band of her underwear and pulling them down her legs in one swift motion. The black lace lands on the velvet carpet beside the table. “Look at you, soaked for me already. You are suck a good girl, getting ready for my cock like this,” he says hoarsely, kneeling between her legs to get a better view. He does not waste time with foreplay beyond this- his mouth descends on her immediately, hot and demanding. His tongue delves between her folds while his hands grip her thighs tightly. Anna’s hands mo
Students were already settled into their classes, leaving the empty hallways quiet except for the distant sound of teachers lecturing. Zack pulled Anna toward the library entrance, his steps quick and confident. “Library is empty this period, Mrs. Andres always takes first period for a coffee break,” he said, glancing at his watch. He pushed open the library doors, the familiar scent of old books filling the air. The main room was empty, bright and modern. Left of the entrance are several light wooden tables paired with matching wooden chairs. The chairs were neatly pushed in. To the right of the entrance and extending into the back of the library, there are multiple tall wooden bookshelves arranged in parallel rows. The shelves are filled with a wide variety of books. “Which room were you thinking?” Zack asked in a husky whisper. “One of those private rooms in the back,” Anna said eagerly, pointing to the back of the library.Zack’s eyes followed her pointing finger, a predatory grin
“How do I get you to stop being mad?” Zack’s grip on Evan’s collar tightened for a moment before Zack let go, with a frustrated sigh. “Apologize? Yes, you should apologize,” he said, his voice still sharp but losing some of its earlier anger. “But it’s not just about saying sorry.” He ran a hand through his hair again, clearly exasperated by Evan’s lack of understanding. “You don’t get it, do you? She is not like those other girls who just want gifts and attention. She actually cares about people.” The first bell rang loudly through the hallway, signalling the start of classes. Students rushed past them, but Zack seemed oblivious to the time. “Fuck it, I am going to be late for class,” he muttered checking his watch. He pointed a finger in Evan’s face. “You are going to apologize to her properly. Not with chocolates or flowers or whatever shitty apology you think is good enough.”Before Zack and Evan could continue their conversation, Anna walked down the hallway and froze. She is wea
The next morning before school started, just as Zack parked his motorcycle, Evan approached him. Evan was wearing blue jeans, a grey t-shirt and his football jacket. The bruises from yesterday’s fight were visible on his face. “Hey man can we talk?” he asked in a low voice. Zack took of his helmet and his expression darkened instantly at the sight of Evan approaching him. He swung his leg off the motorcycle, his first clenching at his sides. “What do you want?” he growled, getting of his motorcycle and taking a step toward Evan. “Come to cry about getting your ass kicked?” He gestured pointedly at the bruises on Evan’s face. “Those should teach you to keep you fucking hands off what is mine. If you have something to say, spit it out,” he challenged, his voice rising slightly. “Otherwise get lost before I finish what I started yesterday.” Evan sighs and takes a step back. “Look man, I was an asshole yesterday. I should not have said what I said,” he admits with a defeated expression th
“Now about college applications...” Zack’s father continued, straightening his posture. Zack groaned at the mention of college applications. “Dad, not now,” he complained, burying his face in his hands. “Can we not talk about something else? Like how awesome my girlfriend is?” His father chuckled and took of his tie. “She is pretty awesome,” he agreed. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you need to think about your future.” He leans forward, is expression serious. “Look, I know you are not the best student,” he said bluntly. “But with some effort, you could get into a good college.” Zack peeked through his fingers. “What is the point? I will just drop out anyway,” he muttered. His father shook his head firmly. “No, you won’t. you are going to apply to at least three schools, and you are going to try your hardest to get in. You need a proper degree to have a future,” he said sternly. Zack sat up, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Fine,” he snapped. “But only because
Zack’s arm tightened around her shoulders, his expression darkening slightly at his father’s words. “It can wait,” he said, his tone dismissive. But his father just shook his head. “No, it can’t, it is important,” he replied firmly. Zack’s father looked at Anna again, his smile softening. “Really, it is nothing bad, just some family business,” he assured her. Zack let out an annoyed sigh but did not argue further. He leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. Anna blushed, being kissed to casually in front of Zack’s father, makes her feel shy. “I will walk you home,” Zack said, not asking. His father nods approvingly and steps aside. He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the door. “Come on,” he muttered, clearly eager to get her alone again. His father stood in the hallway, watching as they descend the stairs. As soon as the front door closed behind them, Zack pulled Anna into his arms, pressing her against the wall of his house. “Fucking family business,” he grumbled, his







