Lahat ng Kabanata ng Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

TA’s POVThe first time I noticed him, he wasn’t doing anything special.Just sitting in the back row with a pencil between his teeth, his legs spread too wide, and that infuriating smirk that most jocks wear like it was stitched into their skin.He never paid attention.Never took notes.Never once looked at me when I lectured.But today? Today he needed something from me.He strolled into my office fifteen minutes after hours with a fake innocent face and a backpack slung over one shoulder, like he hadn’t just bombed his midterm with a copied essay I’d flagged two days ago.“Hey,” he said, leaning against the doorframe like the room belonged to him. “You said to come talk if I wanted to fix my grade.”I didn’t look up right away.Let him wait.Made him stew in it just long enough for that stupid grin to twitch.When I finally raised my head, I kept my expression neutral. “You plagiarized the entire second half of your paper.”“I didn’t mean to.” He shifted, lifting a shoulder. “I us

The message was simple. Nothing too out of the ordinary. Just a name, a smile, and a bold statement that caught his attention.“I need discipline. I’m a good girl, but I need someone to remind me of my place.”Derek couldn’t help but smirk as he read it. He’d been on this app long enough to know the game. He was no stranger to the world of kink, and there was something about her tone that was already drawing him in. She wasn’t playing coy—she knew exactly what she wanted.“What kind of discipline do you need, sweetheart?” he typed back, watching the message send with a sense of anticipation. Seconds later, her response was fast.“I need to be reminded of my place, Sir. I need to be put in my place. Can you handle that?”His fingers tightened around his phone as the words settled into his mind. The thought of controlling someone like her, making her feel helpless and completely dependent on his guidance, made his blood surge. He could tell she wasn’t some inexperienced girl looking fo

“Is this what you wanted?” he rasped, his pace brutal as he fucked her into the bed. “You begged for it, and now you get to have it. But don’t think for a second that this means I’m done. I’ll make you beg for more.”Her body bucked against him, her mind spinning as the pressure inside her built again. She could feel the orgasm creeping, just out of reach. But he wouldn’t let her come yet.“Please, Sir... please...” she begged, her voice almost broken.“Not yet,” he grunted, his thrusts growing even harder. “You’ll come when I say, and not a second before.”Her body bucked against him, each thrust harder than the last, the pressure inside her growing unbearable. Her mind spun, spiraling closer to the edge, but he wasn’t letting her go there—not yet. His hand tightened around her throat, cutting off her air just enough to make her lightheaded, but not enough to make her panic. “Please, Sir…” Her voice broke, desperate, trembling. “I can’t take it... I need to come...”“You’ll come whe

His tongue dragged up the slick seam of my cunt, long and fucking thick, curling greedily as if he were tasting something forbidden—and couldn’t get enough. My thighs trembled where they were slung over his massive, muscled shoulders, his claws digging into my hips, holding me open, holding me still. Every inch of me was spread for him, soaked, dripping, aching. And he was feral about it.I wasn’t sure if I was moaning or sobbing, the sound broken in my throat. My back arched off the stone floor, but there was no escaping him. That tongue—God, that tongue—slid inside me, obscene and relentless, stretching me wide. It didn’t stop at shallow licks either. No, this beast knew how to devour. He thrust it deep, like he was fucking me with it, slurping, groaning low in his chest like my taste alone was driving him mad.“S-shit—fucking hell—” I gasped, my fingers clawing uselessly at the soft sheets. His glowing eyes never left mine, locked as he buried his face between my legs, his breath

I sighed, slipping my key into the lock. The door creaked open, and I stepped inside, shutting it behind me with a soft thud. The day had been hell. I pulled my hair loose from the tight bun it was twisted into, letting it fall around my shoulders and brush against the ink on my neck, casting faint shadows across my green tattoos.The living room was quiet—eerily so. I frowned, eyes skimming over the two half-drained beer cans and a still-smoldering cigarette on the coffee table. I dropped my bag on the couch and headed for the bedroom.“Babe?” I called, my hand already on the doorknob. I pushed it open, and the breath in my chest caught.My husband. And a woman I didn’t recognize.Both of them were completely naked. He had his hand wrapped around his flushed, pink cock, jerking it aggressively while he spread the woman’s ass cheeks with the other. With a hiss, he slapped her backside, his dick following, landing loud, wet smacks against her skin.I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry.I quie