Novels by Author Granger

In the next heartbeat, Renata felt her heart nearly rip free from her chest.Dominic’s hand had already slipped under her tight black skirt. His fingers brushed her slowly, teasing, then pushed in—one knuckle, two. Her breath caught sharp. Her body went rigid on his lap, fingers clawing the edge of the desk for dear life.“Sir…” The plea came out a whisper, crumbling into a soft moan. “Please.”He didn’t answer. He dipped his head, lips skimming the curve of her neck—warm, deliberate—before he nipped the skin. With his free hand he popped the buttons of her white blouse one by one until the sheer black lace of her bra peeked through.“Good girl,” he rasped, voice rough with hunger. “Nothing underneath. Just like I knew you’d be.”Renata bit down hard on her lower lip, desperate to trap the sounds rising in her throat. But Dominic gave her no space. His thumb circled the most sensitive spot between her thighs—lazy spirals—then pressed hard.“Ah—” She jerked, back arching, giving him ev

“T–Without underwear?” Renata’s eyes widened. It would’ve been a lie to say she wasn’t shocked by Dominic’s demand.“Yes. Are you deaf?” His tone rose slightly, slicing through the air and shrinking whatever courage she had left.Renata bit her lower lip, her fingers curling tight against her thighs. “Sir… I don’t have clothes like that,” she murmured, barely above a whisper.Dominic gave a short, sharp exhale, his gaze trailing from her head to her toes as though assessing every inch. “What do you mean, you don’t have any?”“I don’t have… mini skirts. Or any kind of clothes like the ones you want.” She lowered her head, heat flooding her cheeks in humiliation. “My wardrobe’s… pretty limited.”Dominic leaned back against his desk, folding his arms across his chest. “And you think that’s a good enough excuse?”“No, sir. I just—”“Stop justifying yourself, Renata.” His tone cut through her words—not angry, but testing. Measuring how far she’d dare to go.Renata dropped her gaze even fur

Dominic stood at the edge of the bed, silent—his eyes fixed on the white sheets now stained with a faint trace of red. Morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, drawing pale lines across the wall, but it wasn’t enough to soften the tension hardening his face.Renata sat at the foot of the bed, barely breathing. Her body was rigid, and the blanket clutched to her chest felt like the last fragile shield she had left. She knew something terrible was about to happen—she could feel it in the way Dominic looked at her: cold, unreadable, and frighteningly calm.“I don’t understand,” Dominic said quietly, his voice echoing in the suffocating silence. “You… were a virgin?”Renata lowered her gaze, her fingers twisting the edge of the blanket. Her voice came out in a whisper.“I… didn’t mean to hide it, sir. I just—”“So you knew,” he cut her off sharply. His tone dropped an octave, trembling with fury he was barely restraining. “You knew and still let me treat you like—”He stopped.

Dominic: [How long do I have to wait for someone’s period to end just so I can touch her?]Renata: [Maybe… a week?]Dominic: [Damn. That’s too long.]Renata: [Relax, sir. Once it’s over, I’ll let you know.]Dominic: [I’ll be counting the minutes.]Renata’s heart was still hammering when she ended the chat with Dominic. She slipped out of the apartment, ordered a cab, and headed back to her old boarding house to pack. It hit her then—she’d arrived at the new place with nothing but the clothes on her back.A week later, Renata froze at the sound of the door. She’d just come home from class, fresh from the shower, her body still wrapped in a white kimono towel.She held her breath.The door opened without a knock, as if the lock were only a suggestion. Dominic stepped inside, black shirt unbuttoned at the collar, the sharp scent of his aftershave cutting through the humid air. His gaze locked on the towel clinging to her damp skin.“Sir…” Her voice cracked; she took half a step back.He

When Renata arrived at her new apartment, she could only stare in disbelief. The place Dominic Sinclair had given her was enormous—easily ten times the size of the dingy boarding room she used to live in.The ceilings were high, the walls spotless, and each step she took echoed softly across the white marble floors. The whole space looked as if it had been lifted straight from a luxury interior magazine—modern, immaculate, and… eerily quiet.She dropped her small bag from her shoulder and stood in the middle of the living room, taking in the gray sofa, the glass-top coffee table, and the wide city view framed by floor-to-ceiling windows. Everything looked perfect, and maybe that was the problem. It felt too perfect.“So?” a voice broke the silence. “Do you like it?”Renata nodded. It would’ve been a lie to say she wasn’t impressed. But her awe faded almost instantly, replaced by a bitter awareness—none of this came from her own hard work. Everything around her was paid for with her ow

“Please revoke the scholarship for the student named Renata Assegaf. Her grades have dropped three times in a row,” Dominic said flatly.“Yes, sir.”Dominic Sinclair leaned back in his chair, a faint curve tugging at the corner of his lips. He was the one who had suggested revoking her scholarship in the first place—not out of coincidence, but for reasons far too personal, far too inappropriate to be spoken in a professor’s office.He still remembered their first meeting. The girl had come in looking panicked, pleading for help as if her entire world depended on that scholarship. Beautiful, naïve, and desperate. Exactly the kind of girl Dominic needed.Now everything was unfolding according to plan. And who would’ve thought—today, Renata had come to him willingly, agreeing to an offer she should have refused.Dominic turned his gaze toward Renata, seated beside him in the car. The girl looked nervous, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.“So,” he asked calmly, “you’ve really made up