Emara Stone

I take a deep breath and again go through the questions, one by one. My sharp eyes look for an easy one or anyone which I remember studying. But alas! I didn't study last night, because I was busy fucking writing the answer papers ten FUCKING times.

Ducking Precisely! I hope he gets incarnated as my ass.

I look around the exam hall in horror as I see everyone mindfully writing in their answer sheets. My gaze meets Hardick's and I control my sobs as his poor eyes helplessly stare at me from twenty feet away.

Holy balls! I am gonna fail.

I won't be able to see the fresh new class of the second year or smell the pages of new books that I am never going to read. Only if crying was a contest, I would be a ranker too.

Suddenly, a pen falls beside my left feet and my peculiarities pick it up. I unfold the paper that was stuck into the pen's cap and read the text.. T, T, T, T, F, T, T, F, F, F

My eyes light up as I see the answers of first ten True/False questions, and look straight at the pen's owner. Hardick smiles at me as I mutter a heartily thank you at him.

God bless Hardick with a girlfriend and knowledge of how to use his prick.

Now I need only fifteen more marks to pass.

. . .

Exams are like dementors. they suck away your happiness and leave you with the dreadful result memories that would make you feel empty and depressed.

It's been two exams and I already feel drained of my intelligence. I wonder how I will make through the whole hell of a week.

"I was wondering if I should marry some old rich guy rather than giving exams.. Because I don't see my graduation ceremony happening anytime now." I tell Ana over the phone as I change into my night jumper.

"Are you thinking about Ryan again?" She guesses in a breath.

"No! In fact, he is not even that old." I tell her. And I meant legit old, ancient, die in a few months old man.

"Emara, listen." And I listen carefully, "Date a lot of guys before you get married." Ana says in her expert's advice.

"What if I find the one in the first go?" I let my hair loose and lie on my bed under the aesthetic moonlight. "If you just date one guy, how will you know what qualities you like or dislike in your man?" Ana fluently speaks with facts.

I hear a movement and my head swiftly turns towards the noise. Something moves outside my window in the dark and the hair at the back of my neck erects in fear.

Is this the night I die?

"It's like collect, collect, and select." Ana speaks through the speaker as I silently wait for the attack. The branches outside my window rustles wildly and a dark shadow slowly creeps in.

Oh my fucking god! A screech pulls out of me as I recognise the tushie of my evil butt prince. "Ryan!" I yell in surprise.

"No, not him. I told you he is a narcissist who will use you and leave you hollow." Ana yells at me through the phone. "No, Ryan is here. At my window." I whisper scream at her as I hyper-vent in my tiny body.

"What! Throw him out. Close the doors." Ana orders through speakers. My heart thumps violently that it will puke itself out of my mouth.

"Emara, push him out. Listen, if you got under him... You ain't getting over him.. Ever!" Ana's advice slides above my head and I squawk, "He is coming inside."

"No! Not inside." She yells in my ear and I keep my phone aside saying, "I-I'll talk to you later."

The hero of my book and villain of my life, standing in front of me!

My feet land on something in the dark that feels like a plate and I balance myself towards him. My heart pounds like a pornstar, ruthless and unstoppable as I stare at the guy of my daydreams climbing inside my window like I always fantasied.

"What are you doing here?" I scream in excitement.

Is he here to steal me from my cruel brother? Did he climb the stone castle all the way to save me from my family's atrocious ways to force me to give exams?

"Shhh..."

Ryan raises his long finger and places it on my lips. I stare with heart eyes at my knight in sweaty shirt, uneven hair and scrubby beard. He is a work of devil.

Warmth from his flesh spreads through me like fire as he lowers his head to me and whispers, "I saw your dad down." Strong scent of citrus and fermented berries oozes from him and my eyes widen in shock.

"Are you drunk?" My lips move against his thick finger as I gaze up at his whiskey brown eyes. They look heavy and tired, yet full of fire.

"No. I am Rhino Sauras." Ryan laughs loudly and my atoms freezes in fear. Wicked witches... He is drunk like traffic lights!

"My-my dad. He is going to kill us both." I panic in my yellow duck slippers as I do mental maths in my head. If my barbaric father ever came to know about the intrusion of the Prince from enemy land, he will ground me for life.

Ground me six feet under.

"You need to leave, please. My dad can't find you in my room, in the middle of the night, that too in your drunk state." I try to push his strong, sturdy shoulders that feel really good to touch.

"Chill! I am not drunk, Amara." Ryan's raspy voice rubs on my skin as he walks deeper into my room saying, "I just had couple of beers." That's not even the point!

Trespass is a grave crime in my father's kingdom. And after the lethal warning he gave me... This is not right, not even left. This is straight deporting myself to Azkaban!

"Fuuckk! It finally stopped spinning." Ryan groans as his evil butt lands on my mattress. "What? Your head?" I ask as he spreads like an eagle.

"No. Your room." He whispers with deep breaths.

I stand there awkwardly in my room and stare at the wicked villain of my book, lying on my bed as if the motherfucker owns everything. My room, bed, pillows, and the pretty little me.

But this is my kingdom. My property.

I take tiny steps towards the dangerous territory, that is my bed. "What are you doing here, Ryan?" My voice calm like my titties. Is he here to steal more books... Or perhaps my panties?

Ryan's head lifts up in surprise when I call his name. His thick eyebrow curve up dangerously as he says, "Come here." One command and I think I just peed a little.

I gasp as he pulls my hand sharply and unwantedly my chest falls on his. My body rolls above him and suddenly my back presses to a hard wall that breathes softly in my ear, "Shhh.."

And I shushed like a scared lamb confiscated by the lion. The room turns fifty shades darker and still. My heart skips a beat as Ryan slides his hand over me, flattening across my stomach. The warmness of his body pours into me as we lie body-to-body in my bed.

The only thing that divides us is our clothes.

Every nerve of my torso activates as his fingers make lazy circles on my navel. An eight, square, bald head, his fingers idly draws on flesh, like a predatory playing with its prey.

I am scared, excited, thrilled... Did I mention scared?

My shorts which are too short to cover up whole ass press against his rough jeans and that unnoticed bulge. My body trembles with shivers as his warm fingers glide up to my ribs along with my tee, feeling every bone on its way.

Bones that have surrendered and chant of his name. A slow burn touch sets my skin on fire as he strokes the base of my heaving breast. I open my mouth to let air pass to my lungs as they fail to work under the feel of his majestic fingers.

Time is really running back slow, very slow. My heart is beating backwards, I can see sounds, I can hear colours, and I forgot how to shit.

Goosebumps follow along with his touch as his thumb flicks below my outstanding nipple and I take a shaky breath, "What are you doing?"

The dance of his fingers pauses. Like a command against wish. The feel of his hot breath lingers on the back of my neck as he whispers, "Touching you."

A shiver runs through my body along with his fingers as he draws a snake to my navel and stops right above the bands of my panties.

Its like he is drawing me a map. A map of how he will start his journey.

"What are you doing here?" I am shaking breathlessly while the sound of his calm breaths is torturously distracting.

Ryan's fingers graze on my shoulder as he slides my hair off and nuzzles his nose on my exposed neck saying, "Should I tell or.. Show you?"

A daring choice he left on a girl who doesn't even know 13's table.

I feel his leg sliding above mine, pulses bang inside of my body as we entangle slowly. As if I am slowly going to the point of never returning of the things he is doing to me.

"Let's play a game." Ryan's lips hover over my neck. I release a trembling sigh as suddenly the mood changes of the evil Prince into something eviler.

"I will guess a thing or two about you, and if it is true.. I'll get what a want. And if it is not true, you will get what you want."

It sounds like gambling. Something he is fantastic at.

"I'll start first." And his hand resumes its exploration. My toes curl up with shivers as he his rough palm grazes over my inner thighs slowly, back and forth.

"You have never kissed anyone, other than me." Ryan's lips scrap against my shoulder in a lazy caress. I press my thighs together and he instantly pushes his knee in between, blocking my legs to join.

"Don't. I like them open." His voice rough against my ear.

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