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Chapter 12
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My hands wrapped around his neck as the kiss deepened, my fingers curling into his hair as if letting go would make everything crash back into reality. His cock was solid beneath mine, heat radiating through the thin barrier of clothing, grounding and overwhelming all at once. His hands slid around my thighs, firm and possessive, tracing slow, deliberate lines beneath my skirt as if he was memorizing every inch of me.A shaky breath left my chest as sensation flooded me all at once—too much, too fast. My thoughts blurred, anger and fear tangling with desire until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. I knew I should pull away. I knew this was reckless, wrong, and dangerous in more ways than one. But my body had already betrayed me.I began to grind against him slowly, the movement hesitant at first, as if I were testing the waters. The moment he felt it, a low groan vibrated against my lips, deep and unrestrained. His fingers dug into my skin, tightening their grip like
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I wiped my tears with the back of my hand as I walked toward my desk, blinking hard like that could stop them from falling again. My legs felt wrong—weak, unsteady, like they didn’t quite belong to me anymore. Every step was careful and measured, as if the floor might suddenly give way.I kept my head down.I didn’t want anyone to see my face.When I reached my desk, my hands moved before my thoughts did. I ripped the apron from my waist, the fabric tugging harshly against my skin, and shoved it onto the desk. My fingers fumbled with my bag as I grabbed it, my hands still trembling no matter how tightly I clenched them.I just needed to leave.That was it.I didn’t care about the shift. I didn’t care about the money. I didn’t care about anything except getting out of this place while my heart was still beating.“Are you going somewhere?”Marcus’ voice came out of nowhere, making my shoulders jerk. I didn’t look at him. “I’m leaving,” I said, my voice flat, empty.He stepped closer. I
BURNING BETRAYAL: My Mafia Professor. Chapter 12
I didn’t look.I couldn’t.Another gunshot exploded through the room, then another, then another—sharp, deafening cracks that felt like they were ripping straight through my skull. I pressed myself harder against the wall, curling in on myself, my hands clamped over my ears like that could somehow make the sound disappear.It didn’t.My whole body shook violently. My teeth were chattering, my breath coming out in short, broken gasps I couldn’t control. The floor felt unsteady beneath me, like everything was tilting and I was about to fall into something dark and endless.Then I felt it.A hand on my shoulder.I screamed.The sound tore out of my throat before I could stop it, raw and desperate. I tried to twist away, my back scraping against the wall as panic exploded inside me—“It’s okay. It’s me.”Zander’s voice.Low. Steady.Too calm.I froze, my hands still covering my ears as my chest heaved. Slowly—so slowly it felt like my neck might snap—I turned my head.He was crouched in f
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The rest of the day slipped through my fingers like water.One moment it was afternoon, the next the light outside my window had shifted, turning soft and dull, like the world was slowly dimming. I stayed home the entire time, buried between the covers with books stacked around me, pretending words could drown out thoughts.It worked.At first.I let myself sink into stories that weren’t mine. Other people’s chaos. Other people’s heartbreak. I read until my eyes burned and my back ached, until my mind finally slowed down enough to stop replaying his voice, his touch, the way he looked at me like he already knew all my weaknesses.Then I turned a page.And there it was.A scene I shouldn’t have read. A sentence that should’ve meant nothing.But suddenly it wasn’t the man in the book anymore.It was Zander.His hands. His voice. His presence pressing in too close, too heavy. I could almost feel him again, and that scared me more than anything else.“No,” I whispered, shaking my head.I
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I washed myself until my skin burned.The water ran over me, warm and steady, while my thoughts stayed loud and sharp. Every touch replayed itself whether I wanted it to or not. My body had already memorized him, and that made me angrier than anything else.When I finally turned the tap off and stepped out, the air felt colder than it should have.I dried myself slowly, like if I rushed, I’d fall apart.By the time I opened the bathroom door, my chest felt tight.Zander was standing beside the desk, his phone pressed to his ear. His posture was relaxed, like this office belonged to him in more ways than one. “I will visit,” he said calmly. “I promise.”The words hit me wrong.Visit who?The question crawled under my skin before I even knew I was listening.He turned when he heard me step out. His gaze slid over me, slow and deliberate—not hungry this time, It felt worse somehow. Like assessment. Like ownership.“Take care of yourself,” he added, and then ended the call.Just like tha
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He didn’t slow down.His body moved against mine with relentless force, each thrust deliberate, punishing, as if he was daring me to break first. His eyes never left my face, watching every reaction, every crack in my control. I tried to hold the sound inside my throat, biting down on it, but it slipped anyway, soft, broken, and humiliating.I hated that he could pull it out of me so easily.His hand slid down, firm and possessive, lifting my leg onto the desk. The position made me feel exposed, trapped between the cold wood and his body. My breath hitched as the angle changed, as the sensation sharpened, my thoughts scattering like I couldn’t gather them fast enough.My mouth fell open.The sound that escaped me wasn’t something I recognized as mine.“You want more, don’t you?” he asked.His voice wasn’t calm anymore. It shook slightly, rough around the edges, and the sound of it sent something dangerous through me. I couldn’t answer. I didn’t trust my voice. I didn’t trust myself.T
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