CHAPTER 170: HE GETS ME WET

Andria’s POV

I walked in quietly, my eyes meeting his.

He was calm, flashing me an evil grin. "Aria, how..." He turned his head in the air, as if he was trying to figure out the most suitable word to complete the sentence.

"How famous you have become," he said, clapping his hands.

"Have a seat, we have important things to discuss."

Of course, there’s always something important to discuss with Sir Kaelric. Oh, I forgot, the fight between Liara and Jackson was still undecided.

I took a seat quietly in front of him, my heart beating fast. I could remember his strong hands around my hips, how his hands caressed my thighs, his lips against my bare skin.

He played with the pen in between his fingers, and it only reminded me of his fingers inside my pussy.

The room was too quiet, just him staring deep into my soul, and I matching his gaze. I wouldn’t want him to know what his gaze did to me.

Sir Kaelric’s gaze lingered on me longer than it should have, the corners of his lips twitching. He gulped, revealing his Adam’s apple. His gaze was dangerously seductive, and I felt on edge.

"So," he began, leaning back in his chair like a man who already owned the room, "How does it feel to become the academy’s most talked-about she-wolf overnight?"

My stomach tightened. Of course, he had seen the video. The whole school had, and I don’t see myself walking in any part of Ashwood, without attracting whispers.

Damon’s impulsive kiss has landed me in this mess. I could remember exactly how it felt on the stage, and the number of phones raised in the audience just to capture that moment.

"Fame isn’t exactly what I asked for, Sir, especially not that kind of fame," I replied, keeping my tone steady.

He tilted his head, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. "No? Then you have a very peculiar way of avoiding it."

I exhaled slowly because at this moment, I felt like I was in an interrogation room. He looked deeply into my eyes, enough to make me uncomfortable, while he made his statements. "If this is about the performance..."

"Oh, it’s not just about the performance," he cut in smoothly. His eyes flicked over my face, assessing not just my face this time, but it seemed like his eyes read my whole body. I fidgeted a little in my seat, my heart pounding hard.

The way he looked at me seemed like he wanted to undress me right there.

"You seem to lack emotional discipline, Aria, and that makes you vulnerable. Aria, I know you must have had a terrible past that may have either made you emotionally closed off sometimes or emotionally intense at other times; you just don’t have the balance emotionally," he continued.

What was he talking about? What does he know about my past that makes him sound so confident?

I wanted to ask him if he knew who I actually was, but I didn’t bother; my thoughts were already betraying me, and if he was listening to my thoughts, then he already knew everything.

I looked up at him, and he had this mischievous smirk on his face, although it didn’t touch his eyes. His face was a mixture of fury, desire and mockery.

"I didn’t plan any of that," I said, a little sharper now. "Damon pulled me on stage without warning. I couldn’t exactly shove him off in front of everyone."

"You could have, but you were lost on stage. I watched it all happen, Aria."

He was there? How? That was meant to be a student activity. Did he volunteer to supervise, or was he just stalking me at this point?

His eyes narrowed, and the way his eyes narrowed made something in my chest twist. I knew he had read my mind..

I swallowed hard. "I didn’t want to cause a scene."

He chuckled, a low, dangerous sound that made the air between us hum. "Aria, you are a scene. Every time you walk into a room, chaos follows. And yet, somehow, you act surprised."

My lips parted, half in indignation, half in disbelief. "That’s unfair."

"It’s true." He rose from his seat slowly, every movement deliberate; he was walking towards me. I wanted to get up, but I just couldn’t; I just sat there rooted to the spot.

He knew what he was doing; he was trying to corner me, and I smelled a hint of jealousy in his tone when he spoke about the kiss. "You stir things up without meaning to. You make the crowd react. You make them feel things they don’t want to admit."

There was no mistaking the shift in his tone. It wasn’t him reprimanding me anymore; he was driving somewhere, and I suddenly sought an invisible piece of clothing, because I felt exposed under his desire-hooded gaze.

My voice came out quieter than I intended, biting my lips, my whole body heating up under his gaze and proximity. "What do you suggest I do about that, Sir?"

That made him pause, just for a heartbeat. Then that infuriating smirk returned. "Careful, Miss Wolfsburn. You are walking a fine line."

I met his gaze, refusing to back down. "I think we both are, Sir Kaelric,"

He chuckled, studying me slowly, maybe in a bid to make me shake. I think he succeeded, because he can’t look at me with those same eyes he used when driving his length deep inside me, when thrusting deliciously slow and then quickening it, at the right time, driving me to my climax.

My pussy tingled at the thought of him running his fingers from my face to every inch of my body.

"Aria, stop it, you are heating up in the school council chamber," Athena warned.

I was shocked, because Athena was even more excited than I was.

"I see Athena, I’ll control myself, but you should help me too."