Semua Bab Tied Up By My Hot Professor: Bab 141 - Bab 150

"We're almost there," Oak says, nodding up ahead."Almost where?" I ask.He smiles at it is one of the most beautiful scenes I've ever seen. "You'll see.""Wow," I gasp as we come to the edge of a stream with a waterfall that is entirely encased in ice. It's one of the most breathtaking things I've ever seen, frozen in time as it was flowing over the rocks.Oak nods. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"I nod and then look at him. "I thought you said you don't have time to venture into the woods. So, how did you find it?""I may have told a little white lie." There's a glint in his eyes. "To be honest, you drove me so crazy I just wanted you to stop talking."I punch him in the arm. "That's not very nice."He grabs my wrist and yanks me against him. "Not because I didn't want to hear you speak, but I was hard around you from the day we fucking met." His warm breath falls on my face as he closes the gap between us. "Everything you did made me want you more, Eva, especially after I'd had to help

At first, it hurts like hell, as his cock is so hard it feels like he has shoved an iron rod inside of me. "Fuck," he breathes, his voice so husky my thighs tremble. "That feels so damn good." He moves forward another inch and groans. "Looks so damn good."I glance at him over my shoulder, and he smirks. "You've taken every fucking inch."It's hard to believe as I enjoy the unbelievably full sensation deep inside of me. "It feels... good," I say.He growls and grabs my hips. "Tell me if it hurts too much," he grinds out behind closed teeth before pulling his cock back so slowly. "Fuck, I love watching your tight little hole cling to my cock like that, baby girl."I moan as he thrust back inside of my ass, opening my eyes to a whole new meaning of pleasure. "Fuck me," I beg, glancing at him over my shoulder.Oak's jaw is tight, and a vein protrudes from his left temple as he claws onto the control he so desperately tries to wield. I don't want him to keep control. The dark, dirty side

Eva gasps, eyes widening. "You want to murder my parents?"I stand, feeling fresh panic coil through me. "Eva, you must understand that they crushed my dreams and killed the only woman I had ever loved, all because I didn't want to work for them." I pace the floor of the room. "It only felt right that I take everything from them." I sigh heavily. "Until I met you.""And you would have been able to murder them?" Eva asks as if trying to work out whether I'm capable of such violence."Eva, we have more in common than you'd ever know." I meet her gaze. "I told you of my Italian roots. My birth name was Luca Moretti, and I came from Naples." My heart is pounding so hard and fast as I've told no one about my true origins, not even my two closest friends. After all, my family will never give up their search for me. "I was their first-born son, set to inherit and rule a criminal empire, but I never wanted that life." I pace the floor, not looking at Eva as I tell her my deepest, darkest secr

I twirl my fingers through my hair, gazing at my reflection in the mirror, struggling to believe I'm going to walk down the aisle today and marry the principal of my school.Professor Daniels will attend the ceremony, which seems a little weird, but apparently, he's Oak's closest friend.It's insane. I can't even imagine what Natalya, Azira, and Adrianna will say when I tell them the news at the start of next semester.A woman clears her throat behind me, forcing me to turn. "Are you ready?" she asks. I think she's the florist as she's clutching a bouquet of white roses.I nod in reply, and she enters the small changing room next to the school chapel. "These are for you."I smile. "Thank you."She nods, and then her brow furrows. "Where are your parents?"I narrow my eyes at her. "They couldn't make it," I lie."I'm sorry to hear that." She turns to leave. "Good luck."I don't reply, glancing at myself again in the mirror. Marriage isn't something I ever thought about, and now I'm get

"Angela, put down your gun, and I will put down this one." I signal to the gun."Mom, do as he says," Eva pushes, which only seems to enrage her mother."You worthless little brat." She slaps Eva across the face with her free hand, setting my blood on fire."Don't touch my wife," I growl, glaring at her. "Do you want me to shoot your husband?"Eva backs away from her mother, hatred sparking in her eyes. "You are a pathetic excuse for a mother," she murmurs.Angela glares at her. "You are the worst daughter I could have asked for." She points her finger at her. "I wish you had died in place of your brother."Eva's face twists in anguish. She may hate her parents, but they can still hurt her, still twist the knife in her gut. Tears form in her eyes."Angela, I said put the gun down," I repeat, keeping my voice calm. "Let's talk about this like grown adults.""Grown adults!" she shrieks, clearly hysterical. "You are thirty-two years old, and you just married an eighteen-year-old." Her ey