Your enemy blackmailed you into doing his homework for him.

You're both sitting at his desk, you on his lap so he can see what you're writing.

"God, can't you stop already?"

You groan as you feel a puff of air on your neck.

"Shut up and continue writing."

his pov

My tone is sharp and cold but my self control is slipping.

The perfume she's wearing is seriously messing with my head.

I can hear and smell the blood thudding through her veins.

Her neck is so close, it would take me less than a second to bite through the soft skin.

God this is gonna be one long night.

her pov

His eyes are bloodshot, as if he's high but on something really strong.

"Darian let go of me."

I grip his hands and try to pry them off my waist but he won't budge.

"Fuck just stop talking."

He rests his forehead on my shoulder.

I have no idea what's happening to him or what to do.

I stay silent as he keeps running his hands up and down my torso.

After some time, he pushes me off with a gentleness I would never expect out of him.

I quickly get my things and open the door of his room. His arms wrapped around my waist before I can leave.

"Please, who am I kidding? I'm not letting you go."