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CHAPTER 34
ANNA’S POV
I turned off my camera as fast as I could so Mom wouldn’t be able to see anything, but I could still see her clearly on my screen. She looked like she was in a hotel room, hair tied back, face bare, and that tired look in her eyes as if she hadn’t been sleeping properly. The second her face showed up, her voice followed. “Anna baby,” she said softly, and I felt my heart clench because she sounded so genuinely concerned.
“Why won’t you turn on your camera?” she asked. “Let me see your face.”
“I was about to use the toilet when you called,” I lied quickly, my voice a little shaky as I tried to keep my face steady and neutral. “I just grabbed the phone so you wouldn’t think I was ignoring you.“.
In reality, I was still very much on the bed, completely naked, lying on my side while Ryan stayed behind me, his hand cupping my breast, his lips sucking on my nipple again, and worst of all, his cock still buried deep inside me, slowly, torturously sliding in and out as if he was daring me to make a sound.
I clenched my teeth to hold in the moan I could feel rising in my throat.
Mom started asking me regular stuff. “Are you okay in the dorm? Do you like the environment? Are the girls nice?”
“Yeah,” I replied quickly, still struggling to keep my voice from shaking. “It’s okay.”
Her voice got softer. “I just wanted to say I’m really sorry… for letting things get so out of control between you and Ryan. I trusted him. I truly believed he’d take care of you, not…” she paused for a second, looking away, “not confuse you like this.”
Ryan didn’t say anything, but I could feel the tension in his body while he listened to every word, and for some reason, that made him thrust a little deeper, slower, making each stroke feel as if he was marking it to the rhythm of her apology.
“I hope being in the dorm helps you heal,” she continued. “I hope you find your rhythm again, you know? Just… go to class, make new friends, be young. Do things girls your age do. Okay love?”
I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, even as Ryan’s thumb brushed over my nipple again and his lips kissed the back of my shoulder, making my skin burn.
She let out a breath and added, “Your dad and I just stopped by Ryan’s house but he wasn’t around. Has he called you?”
“No,” I said immediately, praying she didn’t hear the
in
my voice.
Ryan chuckled softly and suddenly thrust into me with a little more force, making my whole body jerk. I closed my eyes, breathing through my nose, trying so hard not to whimper, not to let it show in
my face.
“Good,” Mom said. “If he does call, please just… ignore it for now I want things to simmer down. You need space. You need to stay away from him until all these feelings fade. I’ll talk to him myself too.”
I blinked fast, barely hearing her now because Ryan had started sucking on my neck, moving down slowly, then trailing his mouth toward my chest again, his tongue brushing over the other nipple before he climbed on top of me completely, as if he wasn’t going anywhere.
“Anna,” Mom said, her voice dropping lower, more hesitant. “I wanted to ask… and please be honest with me…‘
She looked around as if she was checking if anyone was near her before leaning closer to her screen.
“Did Ryan use protection?”
That’s when Ryan pushed into me again, this time deep and hard, and I couldn’t stop the loud gasp that slipped out of my mouth.
“What happened?” Mom asked quickly. “What was that?”
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Ryan didn’t even give me time to recover. He grabbed the phone right out of my hand, muted the coll, and kept thrusting, slow but deliberate, his eyes locked on mine.
“Ryan get off me,” I whispered harshly “She’s still on the call! You’re insane!”
“You’ve got a few minutes left with me,” he said calmly, breathlessly. “Either you cooperate, or I’ll turn the camera back on. Let her see how well I take care of you. Should I answer her question too? Want me to tell her exactly what kind of protection i
use?”
My jaw dropped and I stared at him, panicked. “You dare not. Mone’s still mad at us.”
He smirked. “Try me.”
Then he pushed all the way in and I lost the ability to think. My eyes rolled back and I clung to his body, completely torn between shoving him off and pulling him closer.
“Should I go harder?” he whispered,
“No,” I begged, even though I didn’t mean it. I didn’t want him to stop.
He went harder anyway.
And the moan that broke out of me was completely helpless.
We could still hear Mom faintly through the speaker. “Anna? Angel, are you there?”
Ryan kept thrusting. Steady, deep, as if he had all the time in the world.
“Anna?” her voice came again. “Are you still there? Sweetheart?”
I tried to answer. I really did. But all that came out were moans and broken gasps. “Ryan… stop… I’m serious… please…”
But I didn’t want him to stop. I was shaking now, my body completely overwhelmed. “I’m cumming–fuck–go faster–Ryan, go harder…”
Mom’s voice kept coming, calling my name, getting more desperate.
And Ryan? He cut the video call without even blinking.
Then he grabbed my legs, pulled them up higher, and drove into me harder, deeper, faster, completely making me his.
I shattered.
I screamed.
I clutched him so tightly I could barely breathe.
And then he groaned against my neck and pulled out with a loud, wet pop, spilling all over me, hot and messy, as if he wanted to claim every inch of my skin.
I was shaking. Still moaning. Still lost in the aftershocks when we heard it.
The bell rang.
Eleven o’clock.
And then came the knock on the door.
