IRRESISTIBLE....18+ A SAPPHIC EROTIC LESBIAN NOVEL..

Mila's POV..... I tapped the back of my pen constantly against the metallic school chair playing with it swiftly, rotating and flipping it around as my eyes stayed glued to the wall clock blinking away observing every second that clicked away...... 15 more minutes to go Mila... Hang on... I cooed myself internally pushing my aching and burning nerves for more fifteen minutes after sitting for a three hour session with no ability to stretch at all due to how compacted our class is and me sitting between two people wasn't helping at all. It's fine Mila.... I tried breathing and easing my nerves out... Just hold on more thirteen minutes and fifty eight seconds. "Anyone to mention the causes of the world war two and don't forget to give of course-" I shut down the annoying voice of my history teacher as I tucked my lip between my teeth watching intensely the wall clock ahead of me just above the white board. My knee bobbed up and down, showing how tight my nerves were at the same time how anticipation and excitement drove me impatient . All I wanted is to leave this building after a long three hour session of the worst of all the subject, i history and to compile it all, the teacher himself is one of the most annoying teachers to me throughout my entire five years of highschool, Mr. Jason and to sum it all up he is just as boring as the damn subject itself. I just can not... I can not.... So there's no way I can pay attention to his subject when all he does half the lesson is to brag about England and how beautiful it is as he normally calls it....Great Britain.. Stupid asshole and then after he tells us to make a summary of everything he had to teach in that period he spent talking about his homeland. How wonderful d**k head... I rolled my eyes feeling the thoughts alone getting on my nerves which I hardly tired to sustain throughout this s**t hole. Not to be rude but it's the truth... The truth hurts...... In the first place I don't even see the use of studying about our past. In fact the dead people's lives because in most scenarios we don't study things about our recent century but we dive back into the times where our great grandparents were alive... and to me it's literally no use. Imagine studying about f*****g early man and the tools he made , ways he survived and so on as if imma go back in time and become f*****g early woman of the 20th century.. Like seriously the past is the past let's just move the hell on forward because it can never be changed no matter what and instead of wasting time in it, let's try to change the present to make it better for a good future and past So a piece of advice from Mila Adreeva, I wish they could stop making our lives harder already by making us read heaps of booklets about people's bones deep down in earth are almost extinct and literally becoming fossil fuels. "Miss Adreeva!" A strained yet loud voice practically not saying my name but shouting it as if I had gone deaf followed with a bang of a booklet on my desk snapped me back into the reality... and of course it was the old man.... My history teacher... I raised my gaze to his, biting down my tongue really hard as I was on the nerve of snapping back at him making me tug my lips up in a smile rather forced one "Finally, you are back from mars, were you even listening to what I was saying right now?" The young grey haired man finally snapped and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him before replying. "Yes and if I wasn't I wouldn't be hearing what you are yelling old man." I whispered calmly fueling up his anger due to how his skin changed from the paleness to light red as if all his blood rushed to his face and before I knew it, I was sent to the principal's office. I let out a breathy tired sign finally stretching my limbs before effectively standing up, ideally collecting my untounched books before I shoved my middle finger in the man's face then immediately left the room not forgetting to slum the door loud to indicate my annoyance. Childish but I am tired... I need a freaking break... From school.. Life... Dad... Kelly... And the entire world... A few gasps were made behind me and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at their reaction as I walked head held high already dreading my third interaction with the principal this week and wishlist it's only a Wednesday..... And maybe these interactions are not necessarily required but... A girl has needs... I sighed for the millionth time running a hand through my waist length curls shifting them to one side of my head as there natural look glancing at the different males and females that stood near the blue and yellow lockers , some banging them shut, others opening them up struggling a bit to open them. Typical queen bees of the school were busily laughing at stupid gossip of the lastest weekend parties as if it would add them some braincells to start doing something productive and the jocks were literally eye f*****g them just opposite them and other than that the only thing they could be talking about were their next weekend matches just like how any other typical mixed highschool would be. I strolled through the groups of students earning glances from different people as the corridor quieted down a bit as if they had never seen me before but I just continued my way down to the extreme end of the corridor which held the double doors of the principal's office . Throughout my way to the office, I debated on skipping it and facing the consequences later on because all I wanted right now was to just cry everything off. I was not only really mentally frustrated with everything but also I was needy and horny. And whenever I thought of that woman, I felt myself oddly losing all my senses... But I guess, Mariah could help. I smirked to myself knowing there's no way she could resist me. I shifted my black V-neck lower exposing my d-cup boobs more before knocking on the double doors. I waited for a 'come in' on the other end as I shifted my skirt upper, revealing my thighs more and with in no time, the family soothe voice called out. With one last breath, I slipped between the doors, momentarily locking the door when I got in. The sound of the lock clicking into place made the dark skinned woman that had her legs crossed over stop typing on her laptop before staring over to me before her eyes dropped over to my cleavage like predicted. Her movements paused taking her moment to take in my appearance between she tsked, going back to work wishlist shaking her head. I slowly walked over to until i leaned against the edge of her desk moving the cleavage more to her eyes. "Just one more time, principal!" I mumbled, one of my hands running over her arm softly taking in the silver rings on fingers at least three each on the first three fingers except the thumb and one on the others. Mariah let out a deep sigh, her fingers momentarily pausing over the keyboard before she turned her head slightly to look at me. Her dark brown eyes held a mixture of amusement and exasperation, but there was something else flickering behind them—something I knew all too well. "Mila," she drawled, her voice low, controlled, but I could tell she was already slipping. "How many times do we have to go through this?" "As many as it takes," I murmured, letting my fingers trail lightly over her forearm, feeling the heat of her skin beneath my touch. "Until you finally admit that you want me as much as I want you." She clicked her tongue, shaking her head before leaning back in her chair, arms crossing over her chest as if that would somehow create distance between us. But it didn't matter—not when her eyes kept flickering down to where my top dipped just enough to tease. And not when her breathing had already shifted, deepened just at the slightest feel of my hand along her skin. "You're a menace," she muttered, but her tone lacking its usual sharpness. "And you love it." I grinned, inching just a little closer, the scent of her perfume wrapping around me like a warm blanket as I slowly leaned against the desk, standing between her spread thighs even though her dress was short. "You know, you could've had me expelled the first time I pulled this stunt, but you didn't. And now... here we are. Again." Her jaw clenched as if remembering the first time she let lose and f****d me with her strap on this excact same desk. I saw her fingers curling slightly as if she was holding herself back from doing the same thing over and over again. But I lived for this moment... the tension.... the unspoken war between what she knew was right and what she wanted. "Mila," she warned, but I could already hear the waver in her voice. I leaned down, my lips just inches from hers as I exposed my cleavage more. "Just one more time," I whispered, voice dripping with honeyed temptation. She exhaled sharply, her resolve cracking as I let my fingers trace the inside of her wrist, feeling the way her pulse quickened. The office was silent except for the soft hum of the air conditioning, the sound of our breaths mingling in the charged space between us. Mariah's breathing grew heavier, her fingers tightening around my wrist as if she was still debating whether to push me away or pull me closer. Her dark eyes flickered with conflict—reason warring with desire—but I could see it, the exact moment she gave in. Her grip shifted, sliding from my wrist to my waist, fingers digging in just enough to make me shiver. "You don't stop, do you?" she muttered, voice husky, strained. I smirked, leaning in, my lips barely grazing the shell of her ear. "Not when I know what I want." A sharp inhale. A pause. Then, with a controlled slowness that made my stomach coil with anticipation, she slid her chair back, giving me just enough space before standing. The room suddenly felt smaller, the air thick with electricity. Her hands trailed up my arms, slow and deliberate, before cupping my face, her thumbs brushing against my jawline. For a second, she just looked at me, searching, studying. I held her gaze, unflinching. Then, as if something in her snapped, her lips crashed against mine. Heat exploded between us. Her hands moved, sliding down, gripping my hips with enough force to make me gasp against her mouth. I pressed closer, my fingers tangling into her short curls, tugging just enough to earn a low, throaty sound from her. She guided me back, pressing me against the desk, her body flush against mine, her warmth searing through my clothes. Her lips left mine, trailing down my neck, slow and purposeful, her breath hot against my skin. I let my head fall back, eyes fluttering shut, my fingers tightening in her hair. "Mariah..." I breathed. She hummed, her grip tightening on my waist before she leaned in, lips brushing against my ear. "You want this?" I turned my head slightly, meeting her gaze again—challenging, teasing, daring. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't." Her lips curled into something wicked. Then, without another word, she spun me around, my hands pressing flat against the desk as she pinned me there, her body a solid wall of heat behind me. Her breath ghosted over my shoulder, fingers trailing down my spine, making my whole body shudder in anticipation. And then— A knock at the door. I felt my body shuddering in need and want and even though her touch made my body, it wasn't the fire I felt with her... It has always been Grey not Mariah.... And I needed it.... "I need you to write a two week suspension for me." I whispered absentmindedly, all I could think of was her... How her touch would feel on my body and skin instead... .......