Lahat ng Kabanata ng My uncle, My mate: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Aria's pov; 'I shouldn't have said that,' were the only words that kept ringing in my ear as Ronald nibbles on my bottom lip, letting his tongue trail along my lips with a broad smile on his face. He hadn't really done a thing and yet, I had a feeling I was going to be left screaming and crying in pleasure. "It's too late to take back your words now. You asked for it and you'd be getting it," he laughed, seemingly enjoying the look on my face. Talking in this situation was pointless since Ronald had me pinned to the wall, with one of his hand holding my right thigh up. My eyes darted towards his bulging member, and I swallowed in pity at the thought of how that thing was going to fit in me. "Don't do that. You're only going to make me want to do it more," said Ronald, still grinning and smiling like none of the expressions I was wearing meant a thing. "W...wait!" I helplessly began to say just as he brought his face closer to mine, allowing all of my back to be pre

Ronald's POV: A hot sweaty mess, that was what she looked like while standing amongst the crowd of students. I had watched her fight her way to the front, even with the awareness that all eyes were on me and staring at her in times like this was only going to cause trouble. Still, it couldn't be helped that I kept having flashbacks of how she had screamed and moaned my name all through the night till dawn. Even the thought of it had my wolf steering awake and a certain part of me was ready to continue his spree. "Professor Ronald, we're all ears!" As expected, a starry eyed female yelled among the large number of students seated in the hall. "If you're not a part of my class, please leave and let seats be available for the ones who really have my class," I sighed, with this being my routine every time I had classes to take. This was the reason for the hatred some of the other lecturers had towards me as their students always made it a schedule to skip their classes

Aria's pov; All through the class, even while pretending to have my focus on Ronald, my ears kept leaning unto the murmurs of the lady beside me. I had never set my eyes on someone far disgruntled to be in a class than she was now. Weren't bespectacled people meant to be nerds? book lovers? I thought to myself even knowing that was not the case but I just couldn't help it. Either she must have noticed, or not , but she only kept murmuring to herself even after Ronald's gaze lingered on her for a bit of time. "Excuse me, please, could you tone it down?" I finally whispered to her, having had enough of listening to her complaints while I found it difficult to pay attention. Not that I'd even properly listen to Ronald if the chance showed itself. His scent itself was a huge distraction and going to the stress of listening to him with different thoughts of the previous night running in my head was definitely not it. "Don't push it," was all she replied me with, the color

Aria's pov; "Look me in the eyes and say all you just said now and I promise I'd let you go and would never appear in your sight again," said Ronald, tightening his hand around while but the seriousness in his voice and the air being thick with tension was the only thing that reminded me not to push this further than I already have. I didn't have to turn to look at him to know he was dead serious and this itself was like being monitored and my hands being tied together, unable to do a thing. "Aria, look me in the eyes and say all you just said again and I swear it, I'll let you go," said Ronald for the second time in all seriousness. My hand which I was just about to pull out of his remained frozen, different thoughts and scenarios running through my head. There were only two ways to this thing. If I truly wanted him out of my life and only claimed him to be a buyer, then by all means, I ought to let him go. Instead, I couldn't find myself doing that and it was as if I co

Aria's pov; Do you know what shame is? Have you ever felt what a happy shame was? The kind of shame that made you want to tell every single person about your experience and the type that wanted you to shy away from them at the same time? This was exactly how it felt to be walk-in put of Ronald's office with a limp and a skirt I hadn't worn to go in. A deep contrast from the trouser I had worn while going in. I wouldn't have felt this too deeply in my bones if only there weren't a lot of people packed at every corner of the staff room, all staring at me like they knew about the rendezvous that just went down. Teasing Ronald had been a huge mistake I wouldn't like to make again as I could barely feel my legs and every step I took made me feel it right where his c*ck had repeatedly slammed. My sensitivity had been so high that I couldn't count the number of times I screamed out his name while releasing. Was that the reason why they were all staring at me? Because they