All Chapters of Moan For Me Moana : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

⁠♡DYLAN♡Everything worked out just the way I wanted it to. The way I planned it.The sex was actually planned. Every touch, every moan, every time I pushed inside her and felt her tighten around me. I knew her mother would come looking for her when she watched the video I sent. The pictures of my bastard father and my slutty mother fucking in a strip club when he had a wedding in two weeks. I had timed it perfectly.Once I touch Moana she wouldn't be able to think straight. That was the beauty of her. The way her body responded to mine, the way her brain shut off the second my hands were on her skin. She was so easy to manipulate, so easy to control, so easy to use.And when my dick is inside that tight gripping wet pussy of hers, she wouldn't be able to keep quiet. I knew her moans were getting louder and I allowed it because it was part of my plan. I could have covered her mouth. I could have told her to be quiet. But I wanted Rosaline to hear. I wanted her to walk in on us. I want

✿MOANA✿I woke up with a headache the following morning, the kind that pulsed behind my eyes and made the sunlight coming through my curtains feel like knives. My pillow was damp from crying and my throat was raw and my whole body felt heavy, like someone had filled my bones with lead.I got dressed quickly for school, pulling on a pair of black jeans and a oversized sweater that hid my figure. I didn't have the energy to put together an outfit or do my hair or even look at myself in the mirror. I just needed to get to school. Maybe I'd see Dylan there and he'd help me with my phone and my journals. And I still wanted to question him, what did he mean by "it's already done"? He clearly knew something that I didn't.My mother hadn't left her room. I stood outside her door for a full minute with my hand raised to knock, but I couldn't do it. I could hear her moving around in there, the shuffle of her feet, the creak of her closet door, but I couldn't face her. Not after last night. Not

"Don't." I held up my hand. "Don't call me that right now. Don't try to soften me up. Just answer the question."He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward in the chair, his elbows on his knees, his hands dangling between his legs. He looked completely relaxed, completely unbothered, like he hadn't just destroyed my reputation and my relationship with my mother and my entire fucking life."I posted it because I was tired of pretending," he said. "Tired of hiding. Tired of watching other people look at you and think they had a chance. You're mine, Moana. Everyone should know that.""Everyone does know that now." My voice cracked. "They also think I'm a slut. They think I was cheating on Kenzie the whole time. They think I'm some kind of hypocrite who acted like I hated you while I was spreading my legs for you."Dylan's jaw tightened. "I don't care what they think.""Well, I do! I have to walk through those halls every day. I have to sit in those classes and listen to those whispers and

✿MOANA✿Two weeks had been a blur of living like a ghost, not knowing myself or what to do with my life. I moved through the house without touching anything, without leaving any trace of myself behind. I ate when I remembered. I slept when my body gave out. I stared at the ceiling for hours while the world outside my window kept spinning without me.My mother still hadn't talked to me. Not a word since the night she threw the soup against the wall. We passed each other in the hallway like strangers on the street, neither of us willing to break first. She cooked dinner and left a plate outside my door. I ate it cold after she went to bed. That was how we lived now.I hadn't been to school in two weeks. First because I couldn't face Dylan, couldn't look at his green eyes and his blonde hair and his handsome face without wanting to scream. Second because I was still trending. The post had been shared over a thousand times. Comments kept coming even now, people I had never met telling me

✿MOANA✿I entered my room with the result in my hand two hours later.The paper felt heavier than it should have, like someone had folded the weight of the whole world into that small white sheet. My fingers were numb around the edges. My legs were shaking. My face was still wet from crying in the taxi and I didn't have the energy to wipe the tears away.Lalissa and Octavia wanted to come with me. They stood outside the hospital entrance and grabbed my arms and told me they would stay with me, they would be there for me, they would help me figure out what to do next. But I declined. I just wanted to be alone.When they heard the news in the hallway outside the doctor's office, their faces went through so many emotions I couldn't keep track. Shock first, then disbelief, then that soft look that made my stomach turn. Pity. They were looking at me with pity and I couldn't stand it.I love my friends. I know they meant well. But I didn't want to be looked at like I was something broken th