LOGINAvery's life as a dedicated student shatters when a reckless one-night stand reveals her dark, commanding lover is her new literature professor, Draco Thorne. Their illicit affair plunges her into a world of forbidden desires and his undeniable, dangerous possessiveness. Can she resist the pull of his darkness, or will her sinful syllabus consume her entirely?
View MoreThe lecture hall hummed, a low, echo. My notebook lay open, untouched. My focus was entirely, dangerously, on the man at the podium. Professor Thorne. Draco.He spoke of hidden desires, of rigid exteriors. Every word felt like a secret message, aimed solely at me. My cheeks flushed. My pussy, already damp, tingled with a familiar, insistent ache. God, I was so wet.He moved with an easy, almost predatory grace. His dark suit emphasized the formidable breadth of his shoulders. I saw a few girls in the front row, their eyes glued to him, whispering. "God, he's hot," one hissed. "I'd let him fail me any day." I couldn't blame them. Half the hall was probably thinking about his dick. I certainly was.He paused, his eyes sweeping the room. They landed on me. A subtle tightening around his mouth. A spark in his storm-cloud gaze. My breath hitched. He knew. He always knew.“Miss Avery,” he said, his voice cutting through the quiet.My head snapped up. Every eye in the room swiveled. My heart
I stumbled out of his office, the heavy oak door clicking shut behind me. My legs felt wobbly. Every nerve ending buzzed with pleasure and shame, a terrifying, exhilarating hum.Next time, don’t be late.His words echoed, a low, possessive rumble. Next time. There was going to be a next time. He hadn't just met with me; he had claimed me. Right here, in his office, in the very heart of the university. It was audacious. It was insane.And a part of me, the darkest, most secret part, was already counting down the minutes.My pussy throbbed, a dull, insistent ache. The sting from his hand still lingered, a phantom burn that made me clench my thighs. It had been shocking. Not truly painful, but firm, undeniable. A sharp jolt. A reminder of his power, of my submission.And God help me, I had liked it. The sheer audacity. The way it had pushed me over the edge.I was a mess. A total, utter, drenching mess. My panties, still discarded back at his house, would have been saturated. My skirt fe
My breath caught. “Professor?” My voice was barely a whisper.“On my lap.” It wasn’t a question. It was a command. His eyes dared me to defy him.My body, traitorous and eager, began to move. I rose from the armchair, my legs feeling like jelly, and walked towards his desk. He didn’t move, just watched me, that dark, knowing gaze burning into me. I reached the side of his desk, and he shifted slightly, patting his thigh.I hesitated for only a second, then swung my leg over, straddling his lap. The fabric of his suit trousers was smooth beneath my skirt. His legs were hard, muscular beneath me. My hips settled against his, and I could feel the undeniable swell of his erection pressing against my inner thigh. He was already hard. For me. Here. Now.His arms came around my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. My hands instinctively rested on his broad shoulders. The scent of his expensive cologne, that intoxicating male scent, filled my senses.“Better,” he
~~ Avery ~ ~The alarm blared, a harsh, unwelcome sound that ripped me from a restless sleep. My eyes snapped open, and for a fleeting second, I was back in his bed, the scent of him on the sheets, the weight of his arm across my waist. Then reality crashed in, cold and unforgiving.Today was my first day of classes. And today, I would inevitably see him. Professor Draco Thorne. Head of the Literature Department. The man whose scent still clung to the white shirt I’d tossed into my laundry basket, the man whose words, "Remember who you belong to," echoed in my mind.A shiver, part dread, part thrill, ran through me.I dragged myself out of bed, the familiar comfort of my dorm room feeling like a flimsy shield against the impending collision. I needed to focus. I needed to be a student. A serious, dedicated student. Not the girl who had spent a night in a professor's sprawling estate, screaming his name as he fucked her senseless.Getting dressed felt like a strategic operation. I pull






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