Semua Bab Submissive Academy: Bab 41 - Bab 50

The plane is massive—sleek, extravagant, and drenched in wealth. Everything gleams. Leather seats that look softer than clouds, high-tech controls blinking silently, and a cool hum that vibrates through the polished floor. It feels more like a penthouse in the sky than an aircraft. Aiden guides me toward a wide window seat, his grip firm on my lower back. He straps me in himself, his jaw tight, brows furrowed like something’s chewing at the edge of his thoughts. Our eyes meet. Mine—wide and anxious. His—dark, unreadable, watching me like he’s trying to figure out exactly which wire to cut before I detonate. He seems.. calculated. "Do you want a wine?" he asks suddenly, voice casual, too casual. "Or do you want to try something stronger?" I hesitate. I glance across the aisle, toward the two women in red and black skimpy clothes that definitely don’t work for any airline I’ve ever heard of. One is currently straddling the armrest of Lucas’ chair, pouring something straight into his

I doze off with the book resting on my face after another hour of reading. My book character has just arrived in the Maldives, where she baptized the sea with the owner of the resort. He proposed to her, and now she’s ready to chase her next adventure. Without him. Meanwhile, the ski instructor is still chasing her—desperate, undone by the memory of her skin. The touch of her still sends him spiraling into madness. "You heard anything from her?" Henry’s voice is low, quiet. "No. Not since she got kicked out," Aiden replies, his voice thick with exhaustion. "But it still feels like she’s close." There’s a blanket draped over both of us—me and Aiden. It covers my body and his lap. His hands rest on my bare legs, holding them in that possessive way he does—like I belong right there. "Remember when she proposed to you in the cafeteria?" Noah murmurs, his voice so soft it almost lulls me back to sleep. Aiden groans. "Don’t remind me. I still can’t believe that happened. What the hel

The villa is nothing short of stunning. It’s like stepping into an entirely different world, a world far removed from the Gothic, dimly lit corridors of our university. White marble floors shine beneath my feet, the entire place bathed in the golden glow of the sun. The light pours through every corner, illuminating every inch of the space. The stark contrast between here and the university is almost overwhelming. I’ve never seen anything like this before—so open, so bright, so different from the rain and shadow I’ve grown accustomed to. Outside, limousines line the driveway, their dark windows reflecting the sunshine. The entire team is already inside, their voices and the bass-heavy thrum of music drifting from the garden. As we step into the house, I can’t help but gasp in awe at the sheer grandeur of it all. I can’t keep my eyes from darting around the entrance hall, but Aiden’s hand on my back steers me up the stairs, away from the noise and bustle of the others. As we ascend,

The sun is merciless—hotter than I’ve ever felt. After lathering myself in sunscreen, I stretch out on a lounger by the pool, letting the heat seep into my skin as I slowly tan. Somewhere to my left, the boys are blasting music and knocking back heavy drinks. Aiden’s among them, and every so often I catch the sound of his laugh blending in with the others. Forty males. One female. But I ignore every single one of them. I focus on my breath, my heartbeat—a slow, steady rhythm pulsing through me. The sun against my skin is intoxicating. Almost as good as Aiden’s touch. A large shadow suddenly blocks my sun. I crack one eye open and find Aiden standing in front of me, flanked by Noah, Daniel, and David—who’s awkwardly leaning on crutches. Aiden holds something out. I frown. “What’s this?” “Your book,” he says with a shrug. “Book two. As long as I get the first one back—these losers want to read it.” I gasp and shoot upright, snatching the precious object from his hands. My finge

He flinches. Actually flinches. Even Lucas's eyes widen in disbelief, like they'd just watched me slap a lion. I touched another dom. I drop Noah’s wrist instantly. “What do I do?” I ask, the sharp panic still tightening my throat. “Wait here. Get pretty,” Noah says, his voice uneven, gaze flicking to his wrist like my touch seared his skin. “Have a shower, put on that sexy dress, do your hair. Maybe read some more of your little sex book.” “Yeah,” Lucas adds, folding his arms. “We’ll send Aiden up when we calm him down.” “IF we can..” Noah mutters darkly, shaking his head. “When Aiden loses it... it’s not a switch you just flip off.” My mood nosedives. Fantastic. “Don’t worry, little shadow,” Lucas says with a roguish grin. “We’ll still have a fantastic evening. After all, we’re going to meet our whores soon.” I blink, unsure if I heard that right. I stare at him, disgust curling in my gut. “Are you serious?” “That reminds me,” Noah cuts in, his voice too casual, making my