Semua Bab Forbidden Desires(Short Erotica Stories): Bab 1 - Bab 5

When I woke up this morning, I thought I knew what I was walking into. But that didn’t stop the nerves from tangling in my stomach like a tight, twisting knot. The first-day jitters hit me harder than expected, like a gust of wind whipping wild beneath my skin, cold and anxious and electric.I wasn’t even sure I was in the right room. The paper in my hand filled with instructions and classroom numbers, said I was. But no one else had arrived yet. The lecture hall stood empty and echoing, giving me too much time to overthink.I slid into a seat at the very back, hoping to stay out of sight. If I didn’t make eye contact, or didn’t speak to anyone, maybe I could just observe, learn how things worked before being noticed. The silence wrapped around me like a blanket… but not a warm one. More like the hush before a storm.Still, beneath the nerves, something else stirred. Something darker and Hungrier.Maybe it was the tightness between my thighs, the pulse already drumming low in my body

“What the fuck is happening here? Miss Lily, what are you doing in my office?”His voice was sharp, deep, laced with restrained fury, and something darker. His eyes dropped, trailing over the flushed line of my body to the discarded panties on the floor.Oh my God. This is crazy. This is insane.I froze, caught mid-thought, mid-heat, still perched on his desk, skirt bunched around my waist, my skin flushed and soaked with need.“Professor… I know there’s absolutely nothing I can say to defend myself,” I began, my voice trembling. “But it’s really not what you think.”His gaze burned into mine.“No,” he said, voice low and tight. “There’s nothing you can say.”And yet, he didn’t move. His eyes, stormy, conflicted, and hungry raked over me again, slower this time, like he was trying not to want what was right in front of him.In that moment, I knew I had him exactly where I wanted him.“Professor Collins,” I murmured, rising slowly, confidently now. “I just… I couldn’t help myself. I co

I should’ve left right after.I should’ve pulled on my clothes, run out of the house, and pretended none of it ever happened. That I hadn’t let my best friend’s father bury himself inside me. That I hadn’t loved it.But I didn’t leave.Because when he kissed me again, slow and filthy, his fingers still between my legs, I realized I didn’t want to.Mr. Callahan. . . Daniel. . . was addictive.And I was already hooked.I stayed the night. We didn’t sleep. He had me on the bed, then against the door. On the floor. Even in the shower when we tried to cool off and failed. I lost count of how many times he made me come. How many times had he whispered things in my ear that no man ever had.“You’re mine now. No one touches you but me.”I knew it was dangerous. That we were playing with fire.But I also knew I would burn for him a thousand times over.The next morning, I slipped downstairs in nothing but his T-shirt and nothing underneath, skin still tingling, thighs sore. The scent of coffee