Page 5 of My Tutor, My Stalker

I moan when Ronan runs his calloused thumb over one welt, gently touching it. My entire body turns into a puddle, leaning into his touch.

“Who did this to your beautiful body?” There’s no mistaking the raw possessiveness, the undisguised anger in his voice.

“You think I’m beautiful?” My flirtation is my defense mechanism. I don’t want him to dig too deep, to know how imperfect I am on the inside.

“Answer me. Was it your mom?” I sense him shift, his knuckle stroking my spine all the way to where the waistbandof my skirt is. My nipples tighten under my bra, aching to be touched by those big, rough hands.

“Yes…It’s nothing out of the ordinary.” I sense him shifting, just stifling a yelp when he picks me up like a doll and slides me over his muscular thigh. I’m about to say something when I feel his thick, massive erection under my ass, poking through my skirt. I forget to breathe, closing my eyes and reveling in the sensation of sitting on my hot tutor’s lap and being touched by him.

Lowering his head, he whispers against my skin, “I want to kill your parents for hurting you. You’re not even safe in your own home.” I’ve never seen such a display of emotion from him before. Has Ronan been hurt too? Is that why he’s so concerned about me.

When I feel him move, I ask, “What are you doing?”

“Making you feel better.”

Ronan’s lips brush against my broken skin, cutting off all my thoughts. He moves his lips over my wound, kissing it lovingly. My mind melts because no one has done anything like that before, and my body loves it. I love how careful he is, giving me scars attention as he kisses them one by one. The feelings I’ve buried in my heart explode. I grab his arm where it flexes around my waist, needing this so much. When I sent him those pics last night, I wanted him to touch me, to suckle on my tits like I was more than a student to him. I want him to be the first man who touches me, the one who takes my virginity and makes me his. But this is so much better. It’s like he knows exactly what I need.

“Ronan…” My pussy clenches around the air. His hot breath mists against my skin, my nipples tingling for my hot tutor. I let him touch my healed marks, kissing each and every one until my pussy is hot and hungry for more. My ass slides against his bulge, my whole body aching for my tutor. I know this is sowrong. He could get into trouble if Dad ever found out what we did, but I still want him.

He finishes kissing my scars one by one, keeping me securely in his lap. I lose myself in his kisses, needing him so bad. I want his cock inside me, his mouth on my tits making me forget the pain.

A loud crash outside the door makes us both sit up. I hear my mom screaming downstairs and roll off Ronan’s lap in a second. She’s been drinking again and she’s getting violent. I reach for the door handle but Ronan gets there first, placing his hand over mine.

“Don’t go.” His voice is firm. Ronan pushes me against the door, caging me with his tall, big body. His hands reach over my head and he bolts the door. “She’ll only hurt you more.”

“But…she…”

“Let the servants deal with it. They’ve been through it before.” I don’t know how he knows that. Probably from the last time she lost her temper. “It’s not your responsibility, Elsie.” His hand slides down my shoulder, touching the soft skin of my arm. His eyes are two molten pools of silver, blazing fiercely as I swallow. I want him so bad. Ronan leans forward, kissing my shoulder. “Tell me what happened yesterday.” His thumb strokes my clavicle as he kisses my neck, and my jaw, trailing his hot lips over my cheek. My pussy leaks moisture, coating my seam. I don’t have to touch my panties to know that they’re soaked. “Why did you send me those pics? You’ve never done anything like that before.”

“I…” I want to lie to him, say something a sophisticated woman would. However, the truth bursts out of my lips. “My parents want me to get married as soon as I graduate.”

“What?” The surprise in Ronan’s voice is unmistakable. He pulls back, gazing into my eyes and there’s no hiding the worry in my eyes. “You don’t want to get married.”

“No, I’m only eighteen.” I close my eyes. “But that isn’t the only reason. Bill…he’s George’s friend and he…let’s just say I can’t see myself falling in love with him.”

“You’re a major. They can’t force you into it.”

“I’m also financially dependent on my parents and without a college degree, I’ll continue to be. It was going to happen sooner or later.”

“But it’s not what you want.” His words are firm, and relentless, forcing me to face my desires. I inhale and exhale roughly as the sounds downstairs fade. My breasts rise and fall before my tutor’s eyes. He brings his face close to me, his lips hovering just an inch from mine. My eyes drop to his mouth, wanting so bad to close the distance and kiss him.

“What do you want, Elsie?”

“I…I….” I gaze into his stormy eyes, knowing that if I don’t do this now, I never will. “I want you, Ronan. I want you to take my virginity.”

Ronan growls. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Elsie.”

I shake my head. “I know you’re older than me and I’m just a kid to you, but I’ve...I’ve been into you for a while. I want my first time to be with you. Please, I want to know what it feels like to be desired. The way you look at your books when you’re focused….I want you to look at me like that.”

My words are the immature desires of a teenage girl who’s in too deep, but Ronan doesn’t belittle me or brush me away like he usually does. Instead, he places his hands on my hips and gazes deep into my eyes, making me go all hot. Yeah, that’s exactly how I want my future husband to look at me like I’m the only woman in the world.

“I don’t share, baby girl.” My heart skips a beat. He’s never called me ‘baby girl’ before but I love it. “If I take your virginity,I will come inside you and make you mine. You’ll be bred before you can blink.”

Bred.

The word coils around my head like a poisonous vine.

I’ve never thought about getting pregnant. Though I knew I’d eventually have kids, I never believed it would be a pleasurable process. But doing it with Ronan…I lick my lips. The thought of being knocked up by my tutor, of carrying his baby and caressing my stomach when it’s round and full, is a wet dream. He must’ve seen the expression on my face for he adds, “Damn it, you like that idea, don’t you?”

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