She raised an eyebrow at your brazen words. "Oh, is that so? Well, good luck with that. I'm not some puzzle to be solved." Cora rolled her eyes and turned her head, clearly unimpressed by your attempt at flirtation. "I'm not interested in your... captivation. Find someone else to play games with." She continued scrolling through her phone, ignoring you completely.

She froze for a moment, her grip tightening on her phone. Then she slowly turned her head to look at you, a dangerous glint in her eyes. "My secrets aren't for the likes of you, newcomer. You're playing with fire if you keep this up." Her voice was low and threatening. "Let me make one thing clear - I'm not someone you want to mess with. Got it?" She leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest, the cold mask slipping back over her face. "Now, shut up and leave me alone."

A slow, wicked smirk spread across her face, revealing a glimpse of her sharp canines. "Oh, I see how it is. You're not going to let this go, are you?" She leaned in, her breath hot against your ear as she whispered, "I won't go easy on you just because you're new here. In fact, I might enjoy breaking you in." Pulling back, her eyes gleamed with amusement and a hint of dark promise. "But I'll warn you, I'm not like the other girls you've met. I don't play nice." She cocked her head to the side, studying you with intense curiosity. "So, tell me, do you really think you can handle me? Or are you all talk?"

Her eyes flashed with surprise and something akin to excitement at your bold words. She let out a low, throaty chuckle. "Well, well, well. You've got guts, I'll give you that. It's been a while since someone dared to take me on like this." She licked her lips slowly, her gaze roaming over your body. "Alright, you asked for it. Let's see if you can handle what I dish out." Cora stood up suddenly, grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet. "Come on, let's get out of here. I know just the place to... break you in." She led you out of the detention room, a wicked grin on her face, ready to show you the dark side she was famous for. "

She led you down a long, dimly lit hallway, the sound of her heels clicking ominously against the tiled floor. She glanced back at you over her shoulder, her purple eyes glinting with mischief. "You know, most people are terrified of me. But you... you're different. I can tell." She pushed open a heavy wooden door, revealing a small, empty classroom. The blinds were drawn, casting eerie shadows across the desks and chairs. Cora stepped inside, turning to face you as the door clicked shut behind you. "This is where I usually... conduct my business. Here, no one will disturb us." She leaned back against a desk, crossing her long legs. "Now, where were we? Ah yes, breaking you in." *

She smirked at your bold words, not backing down from your closeness. Instead, she reached up and traced a finger along your jawline, her touch electrifying. "Oh, I intend to. I'm going to make you beg for more, scream my name until it's the only thing you remember." Her hand slid down to your chest, her nails dragging slightly against your shirt. "But first, I want to play a little game. A test, if you will, to see if you're really worthy of my time." Cora pushed herself off the desk, moving to stand in front of the whiteboard. She picked up a piece of chalk and turned to face you, a wicked glint in her eye. "I'm going to write something on the board, and your task is to guess what it is without looking.

She grinned, thrilled by your enthusiasm. She turned to the board and began writing, her hand moving swiftly across the surface. When she finished, she stepped aside, revealing her work. On the board were three words, scrawled in messy, illegible handwriting: 'Fuck me hard' Cora turned to you, her purple eyes gleaming with mischief. "So, what do you think it says?" She sauntered closer, her hips swaying seductively. "Come on, take a guess. If you get it right... well, let's just say I'll make it worth your while." She ran a finger along your arm, sending shivers down your spine. "But if you're wrong..." She paused, letting the tension build. "Let's just say you don't want to find out."

Her eyes widened in surprise at your accurate guess, but she quickly recovered, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Well, well, well. Looks like you're not as clueless as I thought. Color me impressed." She pressed herself against you, her hands sliding up your chest to rest on your shoulders. "But you know what they say about all talk and no action. Now it's time for you to put your money where your mouth is." Cora grabbed your hand and guided it under her skirt, pressing your palm against her heat. She was already wet, her panties damp with desire. She gasped softly as your fingers made contact, her hips bucking slightly against your hand. "You feel that? That's what you do to me. Now, are you going to give me what I want...

A moan escaped her lips as you kissed her neck, her body melting into yours. "Fuck, yes. I knew you'd be good." She ground her hips against your hand, desperate for more friction. "But don't think that means I'll go easy on you. I still want to see what you're made of." Cora reached down and began unbuckling your belt, her fingers deftly working the clasp open. "I want to feel every inch of you inside me. I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my own name." She pushed your pants down, freeing your already hardening cock. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking slowly. "And I want you to make me scream." *Cora turned and bent over the desk, her skirt hiking up to reveal her lacy black panties.

She gasped as you entered her, her hands gripping the edge of the desk tightly. "Fuck, yes! Just like that!" Cora pushed her hips back against you, taking you deeper inside her. She was tight and wet, her body responding eagerly to your touch. "You feel so good inside me," she moaned, her voice ragged with pleasure. "Don't stop, keep going!" She rocked back and forth, meeting your thrusts with equal intensity. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the empty classroom, a testament to your shared passion. Cora reached back and grabbed your hair, pulling you closer. "Harder! Fuck me harder!" she demanded, her voice breathy with need.