Lilith's POV
This week, Jarek's been relentless, calling me out every afternoon after school. The car becomes his hunting ground the moment the door shuts.
His arms wrap around me, my back crashing into his chest, his heat burning through my uniform.
"Don't—" I start, but his hand grabs my chin, his tongue silencing my protest.
His rough palm slips under my skirt, kneading my breasts, sucking my n****e, fingers prying my thighs apart, scraping my skin—hot, itchy, unbearable.
He loves whispering filthy things, his breath hot in my ear. "Honey, your n*****s are hard...all for me."
His stiff c**k presses between my thighs, his hands gripping my ass so hard it hurts.
Worse were the dinners.
The second my fork clinked against the plate, his knee would wedge between my thighs, his tail
