Todos los capítulos de Dark Desires: The Professor's Obsession: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

EVELYN“Are you going to make me beg?” I murmured.Luke didn't hold back. In one motion, he hauled me onto the desk, my back hitting the polished wood as he tore his shirt off. I let my legs fall open, the contrast of my bare skin against the black lace obscene.The groan he let out when he slid inside me was worth every second of the tease. It was deep, so deep, then he started retreating until just the tip remained.“You want me to tease you? Like this,” he asked, putting my arms behind me.“Yes, slowly. Make me feel every inch.” I responded as my breasts thrust forward. He continued moving, slow and deliberate, until he angled himself just right—his pelvis grinding against my clit on every pass. My nails scraped the desk.“You sure know what you're doing.” I said, but the words came out ragged.He only smirked, palming my breast as my hand slipped between us. My fingers circled my clit in time with his strokes, and when he picked up speed, so did I.“Look at you,” Luke rasped, his

LENAI got back into the car after my call with Adrian wondering what he meant. The silence in the car was suffocating. Jeremy was driving quietly and Ava hadn’t spoken since we left the mall, her temple was pressed against the window as the city lights shone. In the reflection, I could see the way her jaw clenched—the suggestive sign that she was holding back tears. My arm wrapped around her, “You’ve been quiet all day,” I said, keeping my voice light. “Even when Jeremy was being his usual obnoxious self, you barely reacted. That’s not like you.” Ava’s fingers twisted a loose thread on her sweater sleeve, winding it so tight her fingertip turned white. “I told you, I’m fine. Stop disturbing yourself.” I gave her a glance and noticed the dark skin under her eyes, the way her shoulders curled inward like she was bracing for a blow. This wasn’t just exhaustion. Something was eating her alive. “Bullshit,” I muttered as we turned into our apartment complex. The tires crunched over

ADRIANI watched her as she wrote, biting the edge of her pen when she tried to think about what to write, then smiling when she remembered something and wrote it down.She was curled up on the couch, her legs tucked beneath her, her brow furrowed in concentration as she wrote in that damn notebook I’d given her. The one that was supposed to help me understand her. I walked to the kitchen and kept watching her, leaning against the counter. She hadn’t looked up once in the last twenty minutes, completely lost in whatever she was putting down on those pages. I grabbed a bag of her favorite chips—the ridiculously spicy ones she always complained about but couldn’t stop eating—and a glass of water, then walked over to her. “You’re going to burn a hole through that page if you stare any harder,” I said, setting the snacks on the coffee table in front of her. Lena blinked, as if pulled from a trance, then glanced up at me. The corner of her mouth lifted. “What did you say?” “Nothi

LENAI woke up warm. That was the first thing I noticed—the warmth of Adrian’s arms around me, the steady rise and fall of his chest against my back, the way his fingers curled loosely against my hip even in his sleep. For a moment, I just lay there, listening to the quiet rhythm of his breathing. Then I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was 9:47 AM. My stomach dropped. “Shit,” I hissed, scrambling out of bed so fast I nearly tripped over the tangled sheets. Adrian stirred, his voice rough with sleep. “Lena?” “I’m so late,” I said, already grabbing my clothes from where they’d been discarded on the floor last night. “I have a class in—” I checked the clock again, “—thirteen minutes.” He propped himself up on one elbow, his hair adorably rough, his eyes still half-lidded with sleep. “Skip it then.” I shot him a look as I pulled my shirt over my head. “I can’t skip it. It’s Lit Theory with Professor Hadley. That woman hates me for reasons best known to her.” Adr

EVELYNThe private golf course stretched out before me, an endless sea of manicured green under the pale morning sun. My heels sank slightly into the damp grass as I walked toward Gabriel, his back turned to me, his posture rigid even in leisure. Gabriel Morellis didn’t turn as I approached. He took a slow, deliberate swing, sending the ball arcing through the air with practiced ease. “You're late, I've been expecting you.” he said, his voice smooth, unaffected. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “Sorry about that.”Gabriel finally turned, his dark eyes sweeping over me with the same detached interest one might give a piece of art. “You look tired.”“And you're as charming as ever,” I said dryly, stepping closer. The scent of his cologne—something expensive and woodsy—mixed with the crisp morning air. “Are we going to talk, or are you going to critique my appearance all day?” Gabriel's smirk faded. “Okay, I called to tell you my plans on how to deal with that rat, Adrian Knig