I was dreaming again
But not the weird kind.
No… this was vivid. Hot. Dangerous.
Lila was above me, whispering in my ear, her hand slowly stroking up and down my—
I woke up.
And realized it wasn't a dream.
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"Morning, sleepyhead," she purred.
Her fingers were wrapped around me under the sheets.
Slow. Teasing. Cruel.
"You're so hard," she whispered like she was complimenting me.
"You missed me that much?"
I groaned, my hips bucking involuntarily.
"Lila, what the hell—"
> "Shhh."
She kissed my chest, her eyes locked on mine, hand still working me dangerously close to the edge.
> "I'm being nice this morning."
"Y-You're gonna make me—"
She stopped.
Just like that.
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I gasped, thighs tensing, everything pulsing and ready to explode.
And she let go.
"Nope," she said sweetly, sitting up and licking her palm.
"You still haven't said it."
"Lila, please—"
> "No. Begging won't help."
"I told you, you don't get to cum until you call me your girl."
She leaned in close. Her lips brushed my ear.
> "And don't you dare try touching my dick without permission."
She bit my earlobe softly.
> "Say it. Or suffer."
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Then she climbed off the bed, still wearing my hoodie and nothing else, stretched her arms like it was any other morning, and walked out like she hadn't just turned me into a ticking time bomb.
I stared at the ceiling.
Breathing hard.
Throbbing.
I couldn't take much more of this.
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School. Later.
I wasn't okay.
She'd denied me two days in a row.
Two days of teasing.
Of whispering things at dinner.
Of brushing against me in the hallway.
Of licking things off her fingers and saying "still not gonna say it?" in that voice.
I was losing it.
So when someone new walked up to me before first period, I was barely keeping it together.
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"Hey," she said, playful and bold. "You're Eli, right?"
She was short. Blonde. Tight shirt. Legs for days.
"I've seen you around," she added with a wink. "Didn't know you were so… quiet."
I blinked.
"Um. Yeah."
"I'm Sabrina," she said, leaning in too close. "You're cute."
Cute?!
My brain short-circuited.
> "We should hang sometime."
She licked her lips slowly. Her eyes dipped down and clearly noticed my problem.
"You okay?" she asked, grinning. "You look… tense."
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I was about to say something—
But I felt it, a presence behind me.
Hot. Icy. Electric.
Lila.
She didn't say a word, just walked by and when our eyes met… she smirked.
That evil, slow, mine-is-bigger-than-yours kind of smirk.
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Sabrina followed my gaze.
> "Who's that?"
"My stepsister," I muttered.
"Damn," she said. "She looks like trouble."
If only she knew.
"She's… something."
"So," Sabrina said, tapping my chest with her finger. "Wanna ditch lunch later? I've got somewhere private."
My jaw dropped.
> "I—I—"
"See you later, Eli," she said, biting her lip. "Don't keep me waiting."
And then she strutted off, hips swaying like she was trying to break me.
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When I turned, Lila was gone.
But her voice was already in my head.
> "Someone's popular today."
"You gonna let her touch you?"
"After all I've done?"
I didn't know how to respond, I didn't even know what I wanted anymore.
But I knew one thing…
If Sabrina tried anything at lunch —
Lila would be watching.
And hell hath no fury like a succubus queen denied.
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To be continued…