Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Teacher's Obsession: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

I lay back down the moment Jace steps into the house, leaving the sliding doors open behind him. My back sinks into the soft cushions, heart pounding in my chest. He’s told me to lie on my back and lift my shirt, exposing my stomach. My eyes are shut, and my hands cling to the top of the wooden lounge set above my head. I’ve followed his instructions without question. The cold wind brushes across my bare skin, and with my eyes closed, I become hyper-aware of every sound around me. I hear Jace’s soft footsteps approaching. Though he remains silent, I can feel his gaze roaming over my body. The urge to peek is almost unbearable—I want to see what he’s planning. The first sound I hear is the click of a lighter. Then, he inhales deeply. I swallow hard, knowing he’s watching me as he smokes. The sensation is thrilling. Exhilarating. And utterly terrifying. I can hardly breathe. “Open,” Jace commands softly. My lips part immediately, and he places the tip of the joint between them.

I hear Jace leap from the couch with a sharp curse, and I sprint into the house like my life depends on it. My feet barely skim the floor as I slam the glass sliding doors shut with a shuddering crash. My eyes dart to the lock just above my head, and without hesitation, I jump, fingers fumbling but finding it. I twist the lock, securing it as my bare feet touch the cool wood again. But Jace is already there. He’s in front of me before I even catch my breath, his presence looming. The glass panes separating us feel paper-thin. His chest heaves, his jaw tight. He knows I’ve locked the door. “Open it,” he snaps, his voice like a lash, the sheer force of it making him seem larger—more dangerous—than I’ve ever seen him before. My pulse spikes, but I refuse to flinch. Instead, I slowly place the joint between my lips, locking my gaze with his furious eyes, and flick the lighter. The flame bursts to life between us, and in its glow, I see the fire mirrored in his eyes—rage and something d

“Will you do it again?” Jace's voice is dark and low as his fingers curl inside me. A spark of shame runs through me as I instinctively open my legs wider, a small, embarrassing moan escaping my lips. “No,” I whisper, my head falling to the side, trying to hide from the flood of emotions crashing over me. “Promise me, bean,” he murmurs, pulling his fingers back only to plunge them deeper with more force. I gasp, the word slipping out almost too softly, “I promise.” His touch sends sparks of pleasure through my body, and I hiss as his thumb circles my clitoris, slow and deliberate. “You like that?” he asks, his voice dangerously close to a growl. I nod, biting my lip, my body betraying me as my mind tries to comprehend what’s happening. It’s as if my brain is finally accepting that I’m naked in a field, completely at Jace’s mercy. “Do you want me to tell you you’re a good girl?” he breathes, his fingers teasing me mercilessly. “That you deserve this?” The sudden pinch of my clitor

My head snaps up in shock. WHAT. THE. FUCK? "Who is that?!" Norali’s voice cuts through the air, sharp and tense. She’s heard the woman in my house. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. "That's Arabella." I say to my girl, my focus fixed on the door. My pulse quickens as I feel Norali tense beneath me. "What is she doing here?" Her voice is tight, angry. And who could blame her? I’d be pissed too if I was about to lose my virginity and someone barged in, ruining the moment. Hell, I’m more furious than she is. I was about to finally have her, my student. Finally. "JACE!" "For fuck's sake," I whisper in pure desperation. My jaw clenches as I sag back down against Norali’s warm, naked body. My head dips into the crook of her neck, desperate for the comfort of her scent, the softness of her skin. The ache inside me grows. I can feel her heartbeat against me—steady, unlike the chaos in my head. But she’s not having it. She pushes my shoulder firmly. "Get rid of her, Jace. She can’t know I’m h

I wake up to the smell of coffee. What a perfect way to start the day. Stretching out, I feel the softness of the sheets against my bare skin and then the realization hits. Oh god. I almost had sex with Jace Adkins. But where is he? Still wrapped in the cover, I make my way downstairs, drawn by the familiar smell. The morning sun filters through the trees outside, painting the kitchen in soft light. It feels oddly peaceful, unlike the whirlwind of emotions from last night. An empty mug waits for me by the coffee machine, already prepped with two scoops of sugar. The detail is unsettling—he knows me too well. While the coffee brews, I glance around his house. In the daylight, it’s inviting, almost charming. Nothing like the darkness and fear I felt last night. "Jace?" I call out carefully. “Up here!” His voice carries from upstairs. I hesitate, then grab my coffee and make my way to his office. I must have walked right past it before. “No bugs in the sugar?” he asks before I even