บท 50: The Confrontation
The tension between (Y/N) and Draco crackled like lightning, their confrontation a symphony of arrogance and desire that echoed through the corridors of Hogwarts. With each word and gesture, they danced on the precipice of passion and defiance, the air thick with the intoxicating scent of power.
"Don't you dare touch me, Malfoy," (Y/N) spat, her voice a defiant challenge as she locked eyes with Draco, her expression a mask of determination.
But Draco's smirk only widened at (Y/N)'s boldness, his arrogance unyielding in the face of her resistance. "Shhhh," he murmured, his voice a velvety whisper that sent a shiver down (Y/N)'s spine. "This time, I will. Before you need to touch yourself again."
The words hung in the air between them, a silent proclamation of Draco's dominance and (Y/N)'s submission. And as (Y/N) felt Draco's hand close around her wrist, his touch igniting a fire within her that she couldn't deny, she knew that she was powerless to resist the magnetic pull of his arrogance—an allure that threatened to consume her whole in its relentless pursuit of pleasure and power.
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