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Chapter 42
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2026-08-18 05:10:25
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That evening I entered Damien’s office expecting the usual thick tension, the familiar click of the lock, the weight of his eyes on me the moment the door shut. I wore what he still required the short skirt, the low top and sat in the chair across from his desk without being told. He barely glanced at me as he nodded toward the open folder already waiting. “Work.”I opened it and tried to focus. The only sounds in the room for a long time were the quiet turning of pages and the low, steady hum of the desk lamp. Nearly an hour passed like that. My pen moved across the paper, but my mind kept drifting to the bruises still fading on my wrist, to the way he had stood between me and Julian in the hallway, to the dangerous quiet that always seemed to live under his controlled surface.Then he closed his laptop. The soft sound made my hand still. I looked up. Damien was watching me with an expression I couldn’t immediately read calm, but unyielding, the same way he looked when he refused
My Professor is A Mafia Chapter 44
The next day on campus dragged. I kept my left sleeve pulled down and tried to pay attention in lectures, but my wrist throbbed under the fabric and my thoughts kept circling back to the night before the way Damien’s thumb had moved over the bruises, the quiet warning in his voice, the silence that followed after I said Julian’s name. Between classes I stopped at my usual bench near the courtyard. Mia and Zara were already there. Zara took one look at my face and raised an eyebrow. “You’re doing that thing again where you look like you haven’t slept. What’s going on?” “Nothing,” I said, adjusting my sleeve. “Just tired.” Mia frowned. “You’ve been ‘just tired’ for days. And you keep pulling at your sleeve. Did something happen?” I shook my head too quickly. “It’s fine. Really.” Zara leaned forward. “Ava. You’ve been disappearing every evening, coming back quiet, and now you’re acting like someone kicked your dog. Talk to us.” “I can’t,” I said, softer. “Not right now
My Professor is A Mafia Chapter 43
I walked into Damien’s office that evening trying so hard to act normal that my shoulders ached from the effort. The short skirt and low top he still required felt heavier than usual. I kept my left sleeve pulled all the way down to my wrist, fingers lightly curled around the fabric as if that small grip could hide what was underneath. My hands were already trembling when I sat in the usual chair and opened the project folder.I didn’t look at him but I could feel him watching me the moment the door locked. The air in the office always changed when we were alone, but tonight it felt thicker, sharper. I turned a page I wasn’t reading and forced my breathing to stay even. Pretend nothing is wrong. Pretend the dark, fresh fingerprint bruises blooming around my left wrist aren’t there. Pretend Julian’s grip hadn’t been hard enough to leave proof.Damien noticed almost immediately.He didn’t speak at first. I heard the soft scrape of his chair, then the slow, deliberate sound of his footst
My Professor is A Mafia Chapter 42
The next few nights blurred into a confusing, addictive rhythm that left me more off-balance than the first time he had taken me.Every evening I still reported to his office after seven. Every evening the lock clicked behind me. And every evening, at some point, Damien would pull me down onto the floor sometimes on the rug in front of the desk, sometimes against the wall and fuck me with the same dark, relentless intensity. He never let me forget why we were here. “You started everything Ava,” he would growl against my ear while he thrust into me hard and deep, one hand pinning my wrists above my head, the other gripping my thigh hard enough to leave fresh marks. “Now take it.”He was still rough. Still almost cruel in the way he used my body. He still made me come harder than I ever had alone, shaking and gasping on the floor of his office while he buried himself to the hilt and filled me. And yet… between the roughness, small, unexpected things began to appear that I didn’t know
My Professor is A Mafia Chapter 41
I woke up the next morning with every muscle in my body aching and the unmistakable throb between my legs that made the previous night impossible to deny. When I sat up, a sharp soreness flared deep inside me. I pushed the covers down and stared. Faint bruises in the shape of his fingers marked my hips. My inner thighs were tender. There was a dull, lingering burn that made me press my legs together with a wince. I looked ruined, claimed. And the worst part was the way my stomach fluttered at the sight of it. I remembered everything in vivid, humiliating detail the way he had bent me over the desk, the brutal stretch of him forcing his way inside, the hand fisted in my hair, the sharp slap across my ass when I tried to talk back. He had been rough, almost cruel, snarling reminders that I had started it with every short skirt and every deliberate look. Yet afterward… afterward he had been different. He had pulled out slowly, breathing hard, then reached for tissues and cleaned me wi
My Professor is A Mafia Chapter 40
Mia and Zara were already waiting in the common room when I got back from my last lecture, both of them perched on the couch like they’d been planning the interrogation for hours. The second I dropped my bag, Zara pointed at me. “Okay, enough. You’ve been vanishing every single evening after seven, going straight to the business faculty, and coming back looking like you’ve been through a war. What’s actually going on with this ‘project’?” Mia’s voice was softer, but the worry in her eyes was clear. “You’ve been different, Ava. Quieter. Sometimes you come back flushed and shaky. Is he being weird with you? Is everything okay?”I kept my expression carefully neutral even as my stomach twisted. I couldn’t tell them. Not about the forced confessions, the hands under the desk, the way he had bent me over and made me come on his fingers while listing every teasing thing I’d ever done. I definitely couldn’t tell them what I suspected was coming. “It’s just the independent research
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