L'amour mortel : mon fiancé a pris nos vies

CHAPTER 1

The Offer

Evie’s pov

“Professor Voss,I really don’t know what to say,” I whispered, standing there in front of his desk after everyone else had left the classroom.

My fingers kept twisting the strap of my bag because I could feel his eyes on me, heavy and sure.

Julian Voss was forty years old and looked like he spent every spare minute working with his hands.

Right now those hands rested on the edge of the desk while he watched me like I was already something he planned to shape.

He leaned back a little, arms crossed over his chest. “You don’t need to say much, Evie. I saw your sketches today.

The way you draw a woman’s tits and the soft curve between her thighs. Most students just copy pretty lines.

You make me feel the heat coming off the paper, like the girl in your drawing is wet and nervous and trying to hide it.”

His voice stayed calm but it sent a warm rush straight between my legs. “I want that same feeling in my new exhibition.

I want you as my private muse.”

My cheeks went hot. I shifted on my feet and felt my skirt brush against my bare thighs. “Me? I’m just a broke student trying to finish the year.Why pick someone like me when you can have any model you want?”

“Because you need the money and you have exactly what I’m looking for,” Julian said, straight and rough. “Full scholarship for the rest of the year.

A good monthly stipend that covers rent, food, all of it.The only thing you have to do is come to my countryside studio in two hours and let me work with your body. Sign the contract and your money problems are gone.”

He slid the paper across the desk. I picked it up with shaky hands and read the words.

Exclusive private model. Full obedience during sessions. Complete privacy.

The stipend amount made my eyes go wide. It was enough to actually breathe for once.

“I don’t even know what being your muse really means,” I said, biting my lip hard.

Inside my head I kept thinking how this man was twice my age and talking about my body like he already had the right to touch it.

My nipples tightened against my bra just from the low sound of his voice.

Julian stepped closer until I could smell the mix of his cologne and something like fresh clay on his skin.

“It means you stand how I tell you. I put my hands on you to get the shapes right.I see every inch of you because art doesn’t hide behind clothes.

Some poses will be naked. Some will spread you open. But you walk away with paid tuition and cash in your pocket. Or you keep struggling and watch better opportunities pass you by.”

My pussy gave a quick, dirty clench. I pressed my thighs together without thinking.

“You’re really telling me to drive out there today and just take my clothes off for you?”

“Exactly,” he answered, voice dropping lower. “Two hours. My studio in the woods. Bring nothing but that shy body I saw in your drawings.

The contract is simple. You obey every direction I give while we work. I pay you well. No one else sees what I see. No one else touches what I’m going to mold.”

I looked up at him and my heart hammered so hard I felt it pulsing between my legs.

Part of me wanted to run out the door. The rest of me kept imagining those strong hands sliding over my tits, gripping my hips, spreading my thighs so he could stare right at my pussy.

I was already getting wet just standing there talking to him.

“Okay,” I whispered before I could stop myself. I grabbed the pen and signed my name at the bottom, the letters shaky.

“I’ll come.”

Julian’s mouth curved into a slow smile that made my stomach flip. “Good girl. Don’t be late. And Evie?”He waited until I met his eyes again. “When you get there, the first thing you do is change into the white robe I left for you. Nothing underneath. Understand?”

“Yes, Professor,” I answered, my voice small while my pussy throbbed at the way he called me good girl.

I turned and walked out of the classroom on shaky legs. The whole drive to the countryside felt like it took forever.

Trees got thicker, the road got narrower, and by the time I parked in front of the big modern studio hidden in the woods my panties were stuck to my wet folds.

I sat there for a minute trying to calm my breathing. My nipples were hard and rubbing against my bra.

I kept thinking about how I had just signed a paper that let a forty-year-old man look at every naked inch of my twenty-year-old body for money and art.

I got out of the car, walked to the heavy door, and knocked.

The door opened right away.

Julian stood there in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing thick forearms with faint clay marks on them. He gave me a small nod.

“You came,” he said, voice rough with approval. “Get inside.”

I followed him into the huge open space.

High ceilings, dramatic lights, and bronze sculptures of naked women everywhere, their bodies twisted in raw sexual poses.

One had her legs spread wide, back arched, tits pushed out like she was begging to be fucked.

My mouth went dry but my pussy got even slicker. I could already picture myself in those same positions, spread open under his stare.

Julian closed the door behind me with a solid click. “Rules again. You obey every direction I give. No phone. No outside world while we work. Everything stays between us.

Change behind that screen. White robe only. Then step onto the platform under the lights.”

I nodded, heart racing so fast I could feel it in my throat. I walked behind the screen, pulled off my top and bra.

My tits bounced free, nipples already stiff from the cool air and from the dirty thoughts spinning in my head. I pushed my skirt and panties down together.

A thin string of my own wetness stretched between my pussy lips as I stepped out of them.I slipped the thin white robe on. It barely covered anything.

The fabric brushed the tops of my thighs and did nothing to hide how hard my nipples were.

When I stepped out from behind the screen, Julian was waiting. His eyes moved over me slowly, taking in every curve the thin robe barely hid.

“Stand on the platform,” he ordered quietly.

I climbed up on shaky legs. The cool air teased between my thighs where I was dripping wet now.

Julian circled me once, then stopped right in front. “Now let the robe slip off your shoulders, Evie. Let it fall.”

My fingers trembled as I hooked them into the fabric and let it slide down.

The robe pooled at my feet, leaving me completely naked under the warm spotlights.

My tits rose and fell with every quick breath. My shaved pussy lips felt swollen and exposed. I could feel his stare like a hot touch right on my clit.

He picked up his charcoal and started sketching with quick, confident strokes. “Good. Very good. Keep still for me. I need to see how your body reacts when it knows it’s being watched.”

I stood there naked, heart pounding, pussy aching and wet, already wondering how much further this man was going to push me before the day ended.