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The Wrong Send 3

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last update publish date: 2026-04-03 08:49:46
The doorbell rang at exactly 7:58. Dad answered it with a booming laugh and the two of them did that stupid half-hug, back-slap thing they always did when ever they met.

Ray looked exactly like he always did; tall, broad-shouldered, salt-and-pepper hair perfectly styled, dress shirt sleeves rolled up like he’d just left the office. His eyes found me immediately over Dad’s shoulder.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” he said, voice warm and normal, like he hadn’t just seen me finger myself. But the cor
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    The jealousy started with a TA named Jordan. Tall, charming, the kind of guy who leaned too close when he “helped” with peer reviews and smelled like expensive cologne and bad decisions. He’d been circling me for weeks—lingering comments on my drafts, invitations to study groups that never seemed to include anyone else. I mostly ignored it. Alex didn’t. Thursday seminar. Jordan sat on the edge of my desk while we were supposed to be workshopping, voice low, fingers brushing the back of my hand when he pointed at a line. I laughed at something stupid he said. Harmless. Automatic. Alex’s pen snapped in half. The sound cracked across the room. Everyone went quiet. He stared at Jordan like he was already calculating how hard he’d have to hit to make the pretty face unrecognizable. Then he looked at me. The expression on his face wasn’t professor. It wasn’t even angry. It was pure, black possession. “Miss Kane,” he said, voice dangerously soft. “My office. After class.” I went. Of co

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Chp5

    Mom came home Friday night smelling like airport and hotel soap. She hugged me, kissed Alex on the mouth right in front of me, and asked if we’d “behaved.” I almost laughed. The bruises on my hips were still purple under my jeans. He answered for both of us—smooth, polite, the perfect husband—while his eyes met mine over her shoulder and said something completely different. We lasted exactly thirty-six hours before he broke his own rule. Monday after class he told me to stay behind again. Same cold voice. Same front-row seat. The second the door shut he locked it, crossed the room, and had me bent over his desk before I could even set my bag down. “Thought you said this wouldn’t happen again,” I whispered, already wet just from the sound of the lock clicking. He shoved my skirt up, yanked my panties to the side, and pushed two fingers into me without warning. “I lied.” No preamble. No soft words. He freed his cock, rolled a condom on with one hand, and sank into me in one hard th

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Chp3

    Mom left for a three-day conference in Chicago on Wednesday morning. Kissed Alex on the cheek, told me to “be good for him,” and drove off like she hadn’t just handed me the keys to hell.The house felt different the second the door shut. Bigger. Quieter. Dangerous.I spent the afternoon pretending to work on the rewrite he’d ordered. Mostly I just sat at the kitchen island in one of his old dress shirts—stolen from the laundry, still smelling like him—and shorts so short the pockets hung lower than the hem. He came home at six, loosened his tie, and found me like that. Didn’t say a word at first. Just looked. Long and slow. Then he poured two glasses of the good whiskey he usually saved for himself and set one in front of me.“You’re not twenty-one,” he said.“You’re not my real dad.”He almost smiled. Almost. We drank in silence while the sky went dark outside. The air between us felt charged, like the second before a storm hits. Every time I shifted on the stool the shirt rode high

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Chp2

    Monday morning I walked into Lecture Hall B wearing the shortest skirt I owned and no panties. Just a thin white button-down that gaped a little when I breathed and a black leather bag that smelled like the new notebooks I’d bought just to look prepared. Front row, center. Exactly where he’d told me to sit.He was already there, sleeves rolled, glasses on, writing something on the board in that sharp, aggressive handwriting of his. When the door shut behind the last student he turned, scanned the room, and landed on me like he’d been waiting for it. His eyes dropped once—quick, deliberate—to the stretch of bare thigh where the skirt had ridden up. Then he looked away and started class like nothing had happened.He was worse in public. Cold. Precise. Every sentence a blade. He called on me three times in the first twenty minutes, each question sharper than the last, voice never rising above that low, controlled register that made my cunt clench.“Miss Kane. Define the unreliable narrat

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    I moved in on a Thursday afternoon when the humidity was thick enough to stick to your skin like cheap perfume. Mom had already carted half her shit upstairs, humming like this was the best decision of her life. Me? I stood in the foyer of this overpriced colonial with my duffel bag and a stomach full of acid, staring at the man who’d just married her three weeks ago in some Vegas chapel neither of us got invited to.Professor Alexander Kane.I’d known the name before I knew the face. Literature department legend. The one who made seniors cry over semicolons and still had undergrads lining up outside his office like he was handing out orgasms with the graded papers. Tall, broad through the shoulders, dark hair with a little silver at the temples, and that permanent half-scowl like the world had personally disappointed him. Up close he was worse. Or better. Depending on how wet you wanted to get.He took the bag out of my hand without asking. Fingers brushed mine. Warm. Rough. I felt i

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    Derek showed up the next morning with a duffel bag and a six-pack. You opened the door in sweatpants, already half-hard from the way Maria had woken you up with her mouth. She was still on her knees in the hallway behind you, naked, waiting. He looked past you at her and grinned. “She sleep on the floor again?” “Yeah. Get in.” He dropped the bag by the couch and kicked the door shut. Maria crawled over without being told, reached for his belt, and started undoing it. You watched her free his cock and take him into her mouth right there in the entryway while he set the beer on the table. She sucked him slow and deep, the same way she’d learned to do for both of you—no hesitation, just wet heat and the soft sound of her throat opening. You walked up behind her, pushed her forward so her hands were on the floor and her ass was up, and slid into her cunt in one hard thrust. She was already wet. She always was now. You fucked her while she sucked him, the three of you falling int

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    I bit down hard on the pillow to keep from screaming as Jake’s thick cock drove into me again, and again, stretching my dripping pussy wide open. The bed creaked under us like it was about to give out, but I didn’t care, not tonight, not when his hips were slamming against my ass so perfectly,

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