Filthy Surrender: The Forbidden Files

Chapter One – Avena's POV I had always thought about what it would feel like to have Professional Noah D’Artagnan’s cock inside of me. He was way older, but I mean, who cared? I know I didn't. Judging from the strain in his tailored pants, he was HUGE. No, I was not exaggerating and yes, I was currently staring as he paced the platform, trying to explain something I wasn't even paying attention to. The fabric stretched over his thigh with every step he took, and the outline of his shaft pressed against the dark wool like it was demanding to be freed. Oh what I'd do just to get a chance to free it. I bit my lower lip hard and felt a pulse between my legs that had nothing to do with my heartbeat. Three years. It had been three years of watching his recorded lectures in my dorm, headphones on, and hand shoved down my pajama bottoms, imagining his low and commanding rumble of a voice, ordering me to touch myself. I had come to the sound of his name more times than

Chapter Three – Professor Noah’s POV It was late but I waited in my office staring at the wall clock waiting for it to strike at 10 PM. Just like how drawn to her I was from the very moment I noticed her in my class for the first time, I left my office and strode to the library where I knew she was. Her thesis proposal sat on my desk, marked with my notes, and I'd told her to revise the theoretical framework but I hadn't told her I'd be checking her progress personally. I found her in the back corner of the second floor, tucked between the stacks of political theory. She didn't see me approach as her head was bent over a textbook, her hair falling forward in a curtain of honey-brown, while a pen sat behind her ear. She wore a thin cardigan over a white blouse and her legs were crossed beneath the study table, and she was so absorbed she didn't notice me standing over her. “Working late?”. She jumped at that, her head snapping up. Her eyes widened when she saw me and a

Chapter Five – Avena's POV “You want to know how you did on the exam?”. He asked in a rough voice, his hot breath against my ears as he thrust deep. “You want to know if all that extra effort paid off?”. “Yes—”. I gasped, my fingers scrambling for some form of anchor on the polished wood. “Please, Noah—”. He pulled out almost entirely, then drove back in, making my knees buck. “Then beg me to fuck you harder. Convince me you deserve the answer”. I was already a mess early that morning. I was slick, trembling, and desperate so I pushed back against him, taking him deeper. “Please fuck me harder. Please. I need to know. I need you”. He growled, gripping my hips, and then he set a punishing rhythm. The desk creaked beneath us, papers scattering everywhere. I could feel every inch of him sliding inside me, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. “Yes. Oh god—yes. Right there, just like that—”. I kept moaning. He was relentless, fucking me until I was

Chapter Two - POV: Charis. “I need you to sign a contract”. Lysander said and walked around his desk without looking at me. I straightened, watching him while my pussy still pulsed with a heartbeat of its own as though he was still inside me. He pulled open a drawer and withdrew a single sheet of paper, sliding it across the polished wood. “Read it”, he said in a low and even voice. “Every line”. I stayed standing, my dress still torn open from earlier, while my skin prickled under his gaze. My fingers shook as I picked up the page. Then my brows furrowed as I read the content. Six months. Live-in. Full submission. In exchange, he would clear every debt I owned, he would cover my rent, and give me a monthly allowance—Three million dollars—that made my head spin. At the bottom of the page, a blank line waited for my signature. “You can't be serious”, I whispered, eyes still scanning the page. He moved away from his side of the desk and then stepped behind me. He was close

Chapter Two – Kayla's POV I couldn't focus at work early that morning. I just sat at my desk, fingers hovering over the keyboard while I tried to act like I hadn't taken my boss's enemy's cock a few days back. But it didn't work. Anytime I closed my eyes, I felt Julian's hands on my hips, I felt his hot breath against my neck, and the stretch of how his cock filled me. I was fucked. Both literally and figuratively. I pressed my thighs together beneath my desk while a phantom ache still pulsed between them. Suddenly, my phone buzzed and I was torn away from my line of thoughts. It was a message from my CEO: - My office. Now. - I stood on shaky legs and smoothened my navy pencil skirt then straightened the cream silk blouse I was wearing and I walked towards him office with some kind of unsettled feeling. When I pushed open the door, Marcus was standing behind his desk with rolled sleeves. That was the same way I'd found Julian standing in his office. I shook my head, tigh