LOGINIsabella MonroeToday was the trip with the Hawthorne family.After accepting Sofia’s invitation through WhatsApp, my phone had nearly exploded with colorful heart emojis. She was obviously excited that I agreed.Since we planned to leave at ten, waking up early was necessary.Breakfast came first.Then a warm shower.The moment the soap touched my skin, memories of that man’s hands between my legs rushed back into my mind. His voice. His stare. Every sinful detail about him.Heat spread through my body as my head fell back against the wall.Why did it feel so good?“Another terrible mistake, Isabella? Damn you.”Forcing those thoughts away, I quickly finished showering. Why should shame fall on me when none of it was my fault? If anyone deserved disgust, it was him.Filthy. Manipulative. Always finding ways to touch me no matter where we were.And somehow, despite everything, my mind still clung to the respectful image I had built of him since childhood.Nine in the morning flashed a
Isabella Monroe“Good job, Professor.”The wand slid between my wet folds, pulling a soft moan from my lips.“On what scale are you praising me, my girl?”My fingers tightened against his back as another helpless sound escaped me.“Everything you do pleases me in a way that tortures me. You deserve praise.”Warm breath brushed across my face. Hunger burned in his eyes while he waited for my answer like a man starving for it.“What if I replace the wand with my fingers?”A shiver ran through my jaw before I answered.“That would be better.”The wand hit the floor beneath us. A second later, my back was pressed against the wall while my right leg rested around his narrow waist.“You like what I’m doing to you down there?”Eyes closed, I nodded slowly.“Yes. Very much.”His index and middle fingers found my sensitive spot again, and the soft moans spilling from my mouth only grew louder against his lips.“You’re soaked.”Unexpected tenderness crossed his features as his hand brushed gent
Isabella Monroe“I know this is hard for you, but you’ll get through it with time. Time heals everything.”An hour later, the car stopped in front of my apartment building.Leaning down slightly beside the open window, I offered him a small smile.“Thank you for everything, Professor.”He leaned closer too.“It’s my duty, little one. What are you doing later?”Exhaustion instantly returned.“I’m going to college. I have evening classes today.”His head tilted slightly so our eyes stayed connected.“I’ll handle the excuse for your absence. All you need to do is attend class and focus on your studies. Deal?”Relief settled through me almost instantly.“You’re perfect. Thank you.”The car door shut behind me before I headed toward the building entrance, waving goodbye one last time.---Lunch was prepared quickly before heading to my evening classes.Four straight hours of the same subject still waited ahead. Enough to drive anyone insane.Now standing in the college courtyard beside my
Isabella Monroe“Do you have a cigarette?”The question slipped out of me with a long, exhausted breath.Across from me, Mr. Sebastian frowned slightly, like he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard.“Right now?”“There’s never been a better time.”For a second, he simply looked at me.Then he reached into his pocket, pulled out a cigarette along with a silver lighter, and lit it calmly between his lips. The orange flame flickered briefly in the darkness surrounding us.His eyes kept shifting between me and the man tied up before us.Without breaking eye contact, I stepped closer and took the cigarette directly from his mouth. Smoke filled my lungs slowly as I leaned back again.“I feel better now.”One last glance landed on the criminal.“You’re the reason I got addicted, so I won’t hesitate to put this out on your head.”A wicked smile crossed my face while I walked toward him.Right in front of the professor, the bastard’s head was forced downward before the cigarette burned into t
Isabella MonroeWhere are we going exactly? And are you sure you’re not kidnapping me? There are trees everywhere. It feels like we’re driving into a horror movie.”The joke died quickly.Sebastian pulled the car over without warning. His jaw tightened as he looked ahead through the windshield, one hand still resting on the steering wheel.Then he finally spoke.“To be honest, Isa… I found him.”My heartbeat stopped.“You can face him now. He escaped the law because you stayed silent, but he didn’t escape me.”The air inside the car suddenly felt suffocating.I ripped the seatbelt off and stumbled out before he could say anything else. My hands shook so badly I could barely breathe, let alone think.No.No, no, no.Footsteps approached from behind.Fury burned through me the moment I turned toward him.“Why did you not tell me this before?” My Voice Crackrd “I would never have come here with you!”My raised finger never reached him. His hand caught my wrist and pulled me closer.“Calm
Isabella MonroeNo part of me knew I was heading toward the exact words that would eventually destroy me.My conversation with Sarah ended five minutes after my last sentence. Another second around her would’ve suffocated me. The disgust. The humiliation she spoke about so proudly. None of it made sense.How could a woman with beauty, elegance, and status like hers willingly chain herself to desire for a man who probably didn’t even feel a fraction of what she felt for him?By the time my apartment building appeared in sight, the night had already grown late.Hours had disappeared beside the shoreline. Cold air. Endless waves. Silence stretching far away from me. Staying there felt easier than returning home, but the trembling in my hands kept getting worse until they practically dragged me back toward that medicine again.The bedroom drawer slid open quietly.One pill.A glass of water.Then lighter clothes replaced the heavy ones before I settled at my desk to finish what I hadn’t c







