All Chapters of Wild Fetish Desires: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Ava The walk home felt endless and by the time I pushed through the front door, the house was warm and alive with the smell of dinner cooking—roast beef, potatoes, a little gravy, just the way my dad liked it. Normally, the scent would make my mouth water. Tonight, it made my stomach twist. I kicked off my shoes quietly, dropped my bag by the stairs, and wandered into the dining room. My dad was already sitting there, plates set, waiting for me. He looked up immediately, smiling gently. “Hey, kiddo. How was school?” I hesitated, forcing myself to sit across from him. The fork felt heavy in my hand as I toyed with my food without realizing it. It didn’t take long for him to notice. The way his smile dimmed. The way he watched me, his brow creasing just slightly with concern. “You’re awfully quiet tonight, Ava,” he said softly. His voice had that careful tone, the one he used when he didn’t want to push but couldn’t help worrying. I pressed my lips together, the wor

Professor WolfeI used to run things—command respect through fear, take what I wanted, and burn anything that got in my way. I had no problem taking what I wanted, and no one dared challenge me. Gang leader. Ruthless. Cold. I built an empire on the backs of others, and I burned bridges in ways that could never be undone.But that was before.Then I turned my back on that life and became a lecturer—before I buried my demons under the guise of an ordinary man, trying to pretend my past didn’t exist. No one knew what I’d done, what I’d been.Then it all came crashing down. One fucking lie. One accusation that cost me everything.They framed me—shit, I can’t even say it without wanting to smash something. They said I raped her. A minor. A student. Said I touched her, ruined her, broke her. I never laid a hand on the lad. Not once. Bianca was just a student from the school where I used to teach—bright, kind, and wise beyond her years. When I agreed to tutor her, both during school hours a

Ava~The front door creaked as I stepped into the house. My bag felt like a dead weight on my shoulder, and my shoes thudded too loudly against the hardwood floor.Dad looked up from the couch, smiling. “Hey, sweetie. How was school?”“Fine,” I muttered, my voice dry and clipped as I dropped my bag by the door.He didn’t seem to catch my tone—or maybe he just ignored it. “Oh, by the way,” he said, standing and stretching a little. “Professor Wolfe emailed earlier. Said he wouldn’t be in today. Some health thing.”I froze.Health thing?My jaw clenched. My fist curled slowly at my side, fingernails biting into my palm.Health issues, my ass.I nodded once, mechanical. “Okay.”Then I turned and walked straight to my room before the fire in my chest made it to my face.Once inside, I tossed my bag onto the bed so hard it bounced off and hit the floor. I stared at it, breathing through my nose.Liar.Liar.He didn’t even bother telling me himself. He vanished. And now he was feeding my da

After that day, everything went back to normal. I threw myself into studying like usual—maybe even harder—because the convocation ceremony was right around the corner, and I had to be the best. No excuses.Professor Wolfe was always there, lecturing, mentoring, and supporting me in the way only he could. I was grateful—really. As for Sienna Cross? She never missed a chance to get under my skin. Every day, she made sure to flash that smug, evil smirk at me in passing. At first, it made my spine itch. Now? I just flipped her off and kept walking. I knew it was one of her tired little tactics to throw me off my game.Another favorite? Trying to steal Wolfe’s attention in class by answering questions no one asked and leaning a little too close when she didn’t need to. I swear, there were moments I wanted to launch my notebook at her head. But Professor Wolfe always managed to calm me before I snapped.She’d been clawing for the spotlight since the day she transferred here, desperate to ou

The screams didn’t come. Not for me.Not yet.The kind of silence that followed wasn’t mercy; it was a massacre. The auditorium, moments ago filled with pride and celebration, now breathed only shame and shock. Eyes that had adored me, applauded me, were now daggers. Staring. Judging. Consuming.And then came the whispers. The poison.“Is that really her?”“God, that’s disgusting…” “With a professor?”“She probably slept her way to that award.”“Slut.”“She’s not even denying it—look at her!”Each word sliced through my skin, raw and humiliating. My hands trembled around the trophy I’d earned. The once-glorious trophy felt like a joke now. I turned, my eyes scanning the crowd through the blur of tears and blinding lights, searching for something—someone to ground me.There.My gaze found him. Professor Wolfe.Frozen.He stood at the side like the impact had knocked the air out of him. His broad shoulders were stiff, but his jaw ticked. Once. Twice. A muscle feathered under the sharp