Claimed By My Lecturer

Sophia's POV“Fuck, Michael… You're so big. Are you sure it will fit?”God, I couldn’t believe this was happening.I was twenty-five, and I was still a virgin.And the only place I decided to lose it was in an empty lecture hall on the third floor while everyone worth knowing was downstairs at the college’s grand anniversary dinner.Tonight was supposed to be my night.The Éclat Couture Scholarship, the most prestigious fashion award the institute offered, was finally open for submissions.One winner got full funding for their final-year collection, a guaranteed internship at Atelier Voss in Paris, and a name that actually meant something in the industry.I’d spent six months perfecting my proposal: “Veiled Rebellion” a collection built around bridal sensual evening wear.The pitch was ready and my portfolio was flawless.All I needed was five minutes with Vice-Chancellor Wills.Who also happened to be Michael’s father.Michael had been “going to talk to him” for weeks.Every time I a

Sophia's POV“I… I was in the library, sir,” I stammered, the words tumbling out too fast. “I didn’t realize how much time had passed.”Mr. Diego didn’t look convinced. His eyes narrowed just enough to make my stomach flip, like he could peel back every layer of the lie and see the real reason I was late.“Hmm,” he said slowly, drawing the sound out until it felt like a physical touch. “Since you’ve been studying so diligently, I believe you can complete the illustration on the board.”Every pair of eyes in the room snapped to me.I felt the heat crawl up my neck as I walked to the front.When I reached for the marker, our fingers brushed barely and it was like someone flipped a switch.In that split second I saw it: him shoving me back against the wall, one perfect hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my vision sparkle, my leg hooked over his shoulder while he drove into me deep.“We are still waiting, Miss Brooks.”His voice snapped me back like a rubber band

Sophia's POVI had fallen in love with Professor Diego Vega.These past few weeks with him have been the best of my life.The way he looked at me like I was the only thing in the room that mattered, the way he touched me or was it the late-night talks after we’d fucked ourselves rawWith Diego, I felt the kind of quiet I’d never known with anyone else.But I was terrified.A lecturer and a student relationship was forbidden and there was Michael still lurking around in the background with his father's signature on that recommendation letter I desperately needed.And worse, the shameful little truth I couldn't admit out loud was that I still craved Diego's cock inside of me.Diego made love to me like I was precious, but Michael fucked me like I was his to ruin.Both felt good in completely different ways and I hated myself for wanting both.That night in Diego's apartment after he'd rolled me under him and fucked me senseless while holding up that scholarship handbook.I slid off him