Semua Bab On your knees, my student! 18+: Bab 41 - Bab 49

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE.LEVI’S POINT OF VIEW.PAST.AGE: TEN.The peeling walls of the orphanage stare me back in the face as I stand before the tub, the sound of water running in the tub filling the room, as the smell of cheap wet concrete fills my nostrils.Once the water’s full, I shut the tap, and the creaking of the faucet adds to the silence in the room as the sound of the running water dies. Stripping myself of my clothes, I place my foot into the tub, the ice-cold water shooting straight into my veins.“Ahhh,” I hiss as I submerge the rest of my lower body in the water, sloshing around me as the weight of my full body goes in.I’d filled it to the brim.My friend, Ethan, says it’s better to bathe with cold water as a man…that it makes us stronger. He’s the strongest in the orphanage, and everyone likes him. So, I do as he says, bathing in the ice-cold water, fighting the urge to shiver as the cold water and my body wrestle against each other.The goal?To make one succeed over the

ABBY'S POINT OF VIEW.I'm over stimulated, my thight sticky, my pussy pulsing with after shocks, as my body tries to recover it's barely experienced self from what just happened. My mouth is still filled with the taste of his salty cum, as he sits in front of me, his eyes bearing into my soul till every part of me rises."Up." He suddenly orders, his voice breaking the silence in the suite.I obey, rising to my feet on shaky legs. He grabs me by the arm, rough, and entle at the same time, pulling me till we stop in front of a huge, floor-length mirror.The second I realise what he intents to do, heat fills my face, making me turn away instantly.But he's not having it.Without mercy, he turns my face back to the mirror, ordering me with his hard voice. "Look at it. I want you to watch yourself as I fuck you, as I lick you, as I wreck you for any other man in the world. If you look away once, I won't let you come; no matter how much you beg for it. H leans in, his lips close to my ear

AURELIA'S POINT OF VIEW.I run out of the office, not caring that I look crazy to everyone here, my hair probably all matted as I dash out the doors, hoping to meet the one person with enough power to turn this around in my favor.The one person I swore to never meet, not after what happened years ago.I remember it like it happened a minute ago, the wound still fresh in my mind."Get out of my sight, Isabella." His cold voice spat out at my mother, as he stared down at her, his icy grey eyes unfeeling, uncaring about his flesh and blood, not about the way she shivered in the cold, the December snow pouring down on her, my brother, and me."Father, please, we have nowhere else to go." She pleased, her grip on us as tight as possible, as though she feared she would lose us to the cold."No. You made your decision thirty years ago, when you decided to walk away from your legacy, all for a farm boy." He spits out, his lips curled in disgust."I was in love." My mother responds, her voice

AURELIA'S POINT OF VIEW.He looks up at me from where he stands, his short form standing before me with a menacing smirk on his face.Looking at him as a young teen must have made him seem taller, more frightening, because all I feel as I stare at him is nervous."Aurelia, after all these years." He says, his tone of voice cool, calm, unhurried."Grandfather, I need your help." I go straight to the point. I've learnt one thing from dealing with this man: there's no time wasted with him. You must let him know immediately, no questions asked.Wasting time is not in our bloodline, Aurelia. Many have fallen for the time wasted; don't be one of them.His voice comes to mind, sparking a memory of another hard lesson from a year ago. The image of me on my knees, knuckles bloody from his cane as I fight the urge to tremble before him.He always hated any sight of fear.Fear is for the weak, Aurelia.His voice comes in again, the same memory from earlier still fresh and raw."And what might th

AURELIA'S POINT OF VIEW.Stunned.That was the expression on my face-on our faces as we stared at my grandfather, the elderly man who stood behind his desk, a smirk on his face like he knew something we and the rest of the world did not know."What are you talking about?" Levi speaks on my behalf, stepping away from my embrace and moving us closer to him.My grandfather sits on his chair, and rests his cane on his table, before opening one of his many drawers--the compartments that have always kept me in fear and shock for as long as I can remember. He pulls out three things.A file.A recording.And a laptop."This is what the police and all of America have been looking for for the past decade. If you want it, it's yours...however, there's a price." My grandfather says, a vicious smirk on his face.Levi and I narrow our eyes at that. My grandfather doesn't do anything for free, and when he takes a price, it's usually very heavy."How do we know it is real?" Levi asks, his jaw clenche