LOGIN“Amara Cross, are you trying to drive me insane? I agree to go to a club and find you swaying like a pro whore, throwing your ass at hungry eyes, and you are proud of it too.” His grip crushed my arms, sharp and painful. My hand slipped between my thighs, pressing hard, pain mixing with heat, and he did not notice. But when he saw my bloodshot eyes, he let out a hot, frustrated breath. “Amara, are you drunk?” I nodded, confused. Tears spilled like a flood, driven by that brutal pulse burning deep inside me. “Dean Dorian, I am very drunk.” His eyes widened. Then they darkened even more. “What nonsense are you saying, little girl? What did you take to end up like this?” I was shaking. A soft moan escaped me as my fingers pressed harder. I could not hold it in anymore. I covered my mouth, then dropped my hand, speaking to him in miserable pleasure. “Dean Dorian, touch me.” I whispered it, begging. His eyes, drowned in darkness, searched my face like a man looking for salvation. Everything stopped when his hand settled on the back of my head. He leaned in and crushed his mouth against mine, hungry and savage. ------------------- Amara Cross did not enter university looking for love. She entered to survive. A quiet scholarship student with no one behind her, carrying a fragile past, dreaming of one thing only. Safety. But on a dark night, on a road with no mercy, a man saves her. A man who was never supposed to be part of her life. Dorian Vale. The university dean. Powerful. Cold. Controlling. Dangerous. What starts as silent rescue turns into attention. Then protection. Then obsession with no rules. He knows everything. Watches her. Decides for her.
View MoreAmara Cross POVShock painted every line of my face. I tried to push him away, but he stayed rooted, unyielding, blocking every attempt to escape. I bit his hand in a desperate attempt to make him let go. The taste of his skin hit my tongue—a mix of salt and iron—but he didn’t respond.When he noticed my thighs pressing tightly together, my face twisted in a clear frown, he finally released my mouth. As soon as he did, I gasped sharply, my voice breaking as I panted:"The bathroom!"He blinked in surprise at my shout, yet his grip on my wrists remained, pressing until I could feel my pulse hammering under my skin."I know you’re trying to run."He muttered steadily. I exhaled angrily, my body trembling with tension, my blood heating my cheeks."Damn it… if you don’t move, I’ll pee on you! Let go of my wrists!"I shouted in frustration and anger, squeezing my thighs tighter and clamping my lips in impatience. But as soon as he saw the seriousness in my eyes, he let go of my wrists with
Amara Cross POVBehind the camera, Asla was watching me with excitement, clapping and letting out soft whistles."Wow, your looks are irresistible, Amara!"She shouted enthusiastically, waving her hands in the air.A burning heat crept onto my cheeks. I lowered my eyes for a moment and replied shyly, pressing my lips together,"Stop it, don’t ruin the shoot…"After a few minutes that felt like moments, the session ended, and I heard soft clapping from the crew echo in my ears."You were amazing, Amara!"Asla whispered, coming closer to me.I swallowed, took a deep breath, feeling my chest expand slowly, as if I had achieved something beyond my own abilities.I saw Solly move straight to the photographer, checking the pictures on the camera with a serious focus.I couldn’t hear what they were saying from where we stood, but their eyes were sharp, and their fingers moved quickly over the buttons."Amara, we’ll give you the photos in a few minutes. Wait here."She called from a distance.
Amara Cross POV"Was he really that handsome?"I asked while Asla flipped through TV channels with focus, the soft clicks echoing in the quiet room.She chuckled, then replied,"Yes, very! I really liked his look, and honestly, I was impressed. He also speaks French and Italian fluently."My eyes widened in surprise, and I slapped her thigh enthusiastically."You’re so lucky! Did you get his number?"I asked with curiosity, but she suddenly frowned, the space between her brows tightening."No… not because I was shy, but I couldn’t. He was busy with the other designers."I frowned with her in sympathy, then leaned my head back on the couch, staring at the ceiling."That’s okay. Do you know his full name? Maybe we can find him on social media."She looked at me suddenly, snorting with mockery."He’s famous, has an Instagram account, but even if I thought of messaging him, he wouldn’t reply. He has over a hundred million followers."I gasped, clutching my chest, then slid off the couch u
Amara POVI grabbed the pillow beside me and buried my face into it.The smell of clean fabric mixed with the heat of my trapped breaths. My inhalations bounced back muffled inside it.I didn’t want to cry because of him. I didn’t want to waste my tears on someone like him.I rolled onto my stomach and pressed my face deeper into the pillow, clutching it until it wrinkled under my fingers. Minutes passed before my thoughts scattered, my heartbeat quieted, and I sank into sleep.Suddenly, I woke to a loud crash.My heart jumped violently in my chest. My upper body shot up so fast I felt a dizzying swirl in my head. Half-asleep, I looked around, searching for the source of the sound.The window…It was wide open, curtains moving slowly with a cold breeze that slipped into the room. I swear I had closed it before bed.I frowned in surprise and pushed the blanket off my legs. The cold air touched my skin. I rose slowly and stepped toward it, placing my hand on the sill. It was cold, like
Amara Cross POVI narrowed my eyes and turned my face away, wanting to look at him… but my helmet blocked me."What do you mean by that? Was your recklessness what got you here? Making you a millionaire?"I asked loudly, full of disbelief, but he suddenly leaned toward me, pressing my back against
Amara Cross POV"Didn't you say you wanted to know all the reckless things I did in my youth? Well, now you know!"I reached forward and pinched his chest hard, my fingers spreading over the firmness of his muscles beneath the fabric. His body shivered slightly, a low growl escaping between his tee
Amara Cross POVI raised my eyebrows in surprise before smiling and asking him curiously."Should I ask?"He responded with a side smile, studying me."You had one question to ask… and you wasted it."I closed the door quietly behind me, slipping the key into my jeans pocket, still trying to make s
Amara Cross POVI wiped the tears clinging to my lashes. The moment I lifted my head, warm fingers gripped my wrist, brushing against me gently. A faint spark of warmth traveled beneath my skin, shy and teasing.“You’re pushing yourself too hard, little one… Ever since you switched your major, you’












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