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Chapter 93: Revenge
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2025-08-07 02:00:37
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Submissive Academy Chapter 94: Goodbye
“Oh, dummy,” I laugh, a soft, mocking sound as I wave my hand dismissively through the air. “Did you honestly think I wouldn’t visit you? After everything you’ve done to me? To the other girls?” The amusement drains from his face like a sink unplugged. The brief flicker of admiration, of lust—gone. Replaced by something far less attractive: confusion. Shock. The crushing weight of realization settling behind his eyes. I watch as he glances toward the door behind him.He takes one step towards it. “That’ll be locked,” I say casually, turning away from him. My voice is light, breezy, almost sweet as I stroll toward the wall and adjust a picture slightly askew. A photograph—one I remember from long ago—of Henry and his father standing shoulder to shoulder, both looking straight into the camera like kings surveying their kingdom. Arrogance practically radiating off the frame. Behind me, I hear it. The sharp, sudden cough. Then another. I don’t even turn around yet. Instead, I run my
Submissive Academy Chapter 93: Revenge
I never thought I’d be here. I move quietly through the hallway, each step deliberate, every breath shallow. I can’t be seen. If anyone discovers where I really am… they’ll hunt me down and kill me. Tom kept his word. The world still thinks I’m locked away in one of his private houses. On paper, he’s officially taken Amelia as his wife—the same Amelia who graced a viral magazine cover not long ago. She smiled for the cameras. She looked.. Happy. But we all know how good we are at faking smiles. At masking pain. Who knows what really happens behind those closed doors? Mark swore to me Tom isn’t hurting her. Physically. “If anyone else comes in, Ombra—” “Yes, yes, I know,” I cut him off in a hushed tone. “I’ll be out the door and into yours. I’ll call you immediately.” I wave my brand-new phone at his face to prove my readiness. He gave it to me the morning after we first slept together—right after shooing his parents away and showing me around the house. Naked. Only concerned
Submissive Academy Chapter 92: First time
He guides me to the bed with a slow, reverent grace, each movement measured and deliberate. There’s no rush, no frantic need to claim me quickly—just a powerful patience that makes every second feel like a sacrament. He wants me fully, but on his terms, savoring the mounting tension that coils between us like a live wire. He positions me standing at the edge of the bed, the back of my knees sinking into the soft, pristine white sheets. The coolness of the fabric contrasts sharply with the heat pooling low in my belly, setting my nerves alight. His hands begin to explore my body with the tender reverence of a master tracing the curves of his most treasured possession. Each touch is slow, deliberate—like he’s memorizing every inch of me, as if I might disappear without this moment etched into his memory. He rolls my nipple between his expert fingers, sending a sharp gasp tearing from my throat. My skin burns beneath his touch as his eyes lock onto mine, searching, questioning—almost
Submissive Academy Chapter 91: Agonizing car ride
I'm on Aiden's lap, straddling him as his father drives us back to their house. I meant what I said—I want to go to his bedroom first. And he knows it. Every brush of my lips, every shift of my hips, every breathy moan—I’m making it crystal clear. I want him. Now. Luckily, his father can’t see us, but the loud, knowing laugh he let out when Aiden pulled me into his lap told me everything. He knows exactly what we’re planning. And honestly? I don’t care. I can't stop kissing Aiden. My hands are in his hair, fingers tugging at the strands while my mouth moves urgently over his. I’m on fire. I need him, need his hands, his mouth, his cock—everything. My lips trail down his jaw to his throat, and I feel the way he shudders beneath me. My hands slide down to his neck, over his chest. Even through his shirt, I can feel the heat of him, the way his muscles flex beneath my touch. My thighs are spread wide around him, grinding into his lap with barely restrained desperation. My clit pres
Submissive Academy Chapter 90: Surprise
Aiden is leaning against the side of the orange car, hands in his pockets, eyes widening when he sees me. Mark is on the other side, eyeing everything carefully, hand on his back like he's also carrying a gun. Am I dreaming? What the fuck is happening? No one speaks. The silence is deafening, the tension thick enough to choke on. I’m frozen in place, unable to move, barely able to breathe. My gaze stays locked on Aiden. He looks like he’s aged five years in the single night we’ve been apart—his face sharper, colder, more haunted. “What…” My voice trembles, confused and uncertain. “What is going on?” Still, I don’t move. I can't. Every nerve in my body screams caution. It’s like a standoff, and I don’t know who’s holding who at gunpoint. One wrong move, and someone could get shot. Aiden’s eyes never leave me. His posture is relaxed, too relaxed—but I see through it. The tension coils under his skin like a snake ready to strike, his muscles straining beneath his white button-down s
Submissive Academy Chapter 89: Caught
A scream rips from my throat as a hand clamps around my arm, dragging me back with brutal strength. My fist balls up, ready to strike, but before I can react, the air is knocked from my lungs as my back slams into the cold iron bars of the gate. Pain sears through my spine. The sharp metal cuts into my skin through the thin fabric of my blouse. A gloved hand smothers my mouth, cutting off my scream, muffling the panic in my throat. A man looms over me—tall, polished, emotionless. A driver, or a butler, or some personal assistant in a tailored black suit and matching gloves. A top hat crowns his head, pristine despite the chaos. His expression is unreadable, though his eyes glint with something I can’t quite place—admiration? amusement? His grip is ironclad. I squirm, but I can’t move. My breath comes short and shallow beneath his hand. My heart slams wildly against my ribcage. A long, disappointed sigh drifts from somewhere beside us. The driver turns his head slightly, and I do
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