MasukBella’s POVThe happiness shattered.Anger rushed through me, hot and immediate. So that was what he wanted. He liked my response to him. He wanted my body, my virginity, the satisfaction of being the man who took it from me. The words he had spoken a moment earlier suddenly seemed cruel, because I had allowed myself to hope they meant more.I already liked him far too much for this to be simple. The thought of giving myself to him had begun to mean more to me than I wanted to admit, and that made his blunt confession hurt even more.I stared up at him, my chest rising and falling as anger tightened every muscle in my body.He noticed. He didn't look away or try to soften what he had said.“Think about it,” he told me.Then he stepped back, unlocked the door, and left me alone on the examination table, trembling from the pleasure and the sudden ache in my chest.As soon as the door closed, I pushed myself upright.My legs were unsteady, and the paper beneath me was damp. The pleasure
Bella’s POVThe clinic had a different atmosphere at six o’clock.Most of the lights in the waiting room were off, leaving a single lamp glowing behind the front desk. The soft music that usually played throughout the building had been turned down until it was barely audible. The familiar antiseptic scent lingered in the air, but tonight, with so few people around, the place seemed strangely intimate.I gave my name to the nurse at the desk. She checked the schedule, then stood.“He’s ready for you. Follow me.”I walked behind her through the narrow passage, acutely aware of what I wasn’t wearing. The dress I had chosen shifted against my bare skin with every step, reminding me that I had obeyed his instruction. No panties. No protection from the thought of what awaited me. Just the fabric against my body and the memory of his voice telling me exactly how he wanted me to arrive.She opened the same examination room door as before and left me alone.I undressed from the waist down, my
Bella’s POVMy stomach dropped. I stopped with my bag half-zipped while the other students filed out around me. Within a minute, the lecture hall had nearly emptied, leaving the two of us alone.The last student stepped outside, and the heavy door swung shut with a soft thud. The sudden quiet made every small movement seem more noticeable.Dr. Cole stood at the front, arranging his papers into a neat stack. He didn't address me right away. When he finally lifted his gaze, his face gave little away. It was the same composed manner he had worn in the clinic, and the sight brought back an unwelcome rush of memories.“You never scheduled another appointment,” he said.My fingers tightened around my bag strap. “There wasn't one. You said it wasn't necessary.”He set the papers on the podium and rested both hands on its surface, his attention fixed on me. The empty lecture hall made the distance between us seem strangely intimate, although we stood on opposite sides of the room.“As your do
Bella’s POVI somehow managed to stay in my seat.Dr. Cole’s voice filled the lecture hall as he went over the syllabus, the grading breakdown, and the assigned readings. Students around me took notes, pens scratching against paper while someone in the front row asked about office hours. I caught almost none of it. My heartbeat drummed in my ears, drowning out the details of a course I had been looking forward to taking until he walked through the door.I kept my gaze on the blank page of my notebook. Whenever my eyes strayed toward the front, the sight of him brought back memories I had spent days trying to bury. His composed posture, his measured voice, those green eyes that had watched me during the most intimate examination of my life, all belonged to the same man who had stopped me when I tried to kiss him. My thighs pressed together under the desk, and I gripped my pen while the memory of his gloved fingers and the almost-kiss played through my mind with humiliating ease.I wrot
My Professor Is My GynecologistBella’s POVThe words left no room for misunderstanding. I opened my mouth, but no words came out.He was right. I knew he was right. That knowledge did nothing to soften the shame spreading through me."I didn't..." My voice faltered. I looked away, unable to complete the sentence.There was no explanation that could make my behavior less embarrassing. I could not blame the dream, my loneliness, or the way his voice had affected me. Those things might explain how I had arrived at this point, but they did not excuse what I had done.I sat on the edge of the table, clutching the gown against my chest. Only moments ago, I had imagined the possibility of his mouth meeting mine. Now I wanted the floor to open beneath me.Humiliation washed over me, leaving me struggling to breathe normally.I turned my back to him, my hands shaking as I picked up my underwear and dress. The black lace that had seemed like a private act of confidence that morning now looked
My Professor Is My GynecologistBella’s POVThe door closed behind him.I sat on the rim of the examination table, listening to his footsteps fade away. The room seemed smaller now that I was alone, and the paper beneath my thighs rustled whenever I moved. I stared at the closed door, trying to prepare myself for what would happen when Dr. Cole returned.I had imagined this appointment so many times, but never like this. In my dreams, I had no reason to be embarrassed. I could experience everything without having to face the man responsible for it afterward. Here, I was Bella, a twenty-four-year-old who had never been touched by a man, waiting in a doctor's examination room while the stranger from her dreams prepared to examine her.My stomach tightened at the thought.I stood and found the zipper of my dress. My fingers fumbled with it before I managed to pull it down. The cloth slipped from my shoulders, and I stepped out of it, folding it over the chair. After removing my underwear
Seducing the AlphaAzalea~The Velvet Eclipse Club was buried deep in the mountain side, a den of red lights, heavy bass, and crazy wolves who came here to hunt or be hunted. I stepped inside feeling like both prey and predator, my heart racing faster, but I held still.The short black dress I wor
Seducing the AlphaRoman~The moment Azalea pushed that door open, I should have stopped.But I didn’t.I kept fucking the woman bent over my desk harder, eyes locked on the only woman who had ever managed to crawl under my skin. Azalea stood frozen in the doorway in her new tight clothes, looking
Seducing the AlphaAzalea~I woke up with my cheek stuck to the cold leather of the small couch in the secretary’s antechamber, the torn dress from last night still damp and clinging to my skin like a punishment I couldn’t escape.My body hurt in ways I didn’t want to name. A deep, throbbing ache
Seducing the AlphaRoman~The heavy door to my penthouse at the top of Thorin Tower slammed shut with a sound that echoed through the empty space like a gunshot. I didn’t turn on the lights. I didn’t need them. The storm outside provided enough through the windows. Flashes of lightning illuminate







