All Chapters of Lustful Desires (Erotic Shorts): Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Julian kissed her softly on the forehead, lingering there. “Because you’re the only one I want. Because when you walk into a room, nothing else matters. Because you don’t even realize how much power you have over me.”Her breath hitched, her tears threatening again, but this time they weren’t only from fear.Julian tilted her chin up and pressed his lips to hers — slow, grounding, tender. The kiss wasn’t about dominance or games this time. It was about reassurance. About telling her without words that he wasn’t going anywhere.When he pulled back, Olivia kept her eyes on him, whispering, “Then promise me… if it gets too much… if it all falls apart…”He stopped her with a finger against her lips. “It won’t. But even if it does, I’ll still be here. You hear me? Nothing changes that.”Olivia nodded slowly, her fear easing inch by inch under his steady gaze.Julian leaned back, his hand still holding hers tightly. “So no more panic. No more thinking you’re alone. You’re not. You’re mine,

The following weekend, Julian invited her to come meet a few of his friends. It wasn’t a dinner party or anything formal, just a casual gathering at a friend’s apartment. Olivia hesitated at first, nervous about stepping into his world outside their own bubble, but she finally agreed.When they arrived, the place was lively. Music played softly, people laughed, drinks clinked against glasses. Julian’s friends were warm and welcoming, and she tried her best to relax, though she could feel his hand at her lower back every time someone new came over.“This is Olivia,” he introduced proudly, and she caught the subtle weight in his voice. Not just “a student.” Not just “a girlfriend.” Something in between, something private, yet he wanted them to know she was important.She smiled politely, shook hands, laughed at small jokes, but underneath it all, her nerves prickled. Every time she strayed too far, even just a step across the room, Julian’s eyes followed. He didn’t say anything, but she

At first, her voice wavered, but as she continued, her words grew steadier. She spoke about the strength of finding one’s voice, the courage to stand even when judged, and how empowerment wasn’t about perfection but persistence. She caught herself speaking with a fire she hadn’t known she carried, her words echoing through the room.When she finished, the applause roared, echoing in her ears. Her cheeks flushed, tears threatening to spill.As she stepped off the stage, she scanned the crowd one last time—then froze.In the back row, partly hidden, was Julian. He hadn’t told her, but he had come. His eyes met hers, pride radiating in his stare, and he gave her the smallest nod, as if to say, You did it.Her chest tightened, a swell of emotion flooding her. He hadn’t lied—he wasn’t there officially, but he was there for her. Always.When the event ended and she finally found him outside, leaning casually against a wall, she stormed toward him with tears in her eyes.“You said you wouldn

And they had.Later that afternoon, as they walked down one of the quieter halls, Olivia heard footsteps echoing behind them. When she turned, she saw Professor Smith, the one who had once looked at her like he suspected something was happening during her tutoring days. He stopped in front of them, his eyes scanning the two of them holding hands.Olivia’s stomach tightened. This was the moment she feared most.But then, Professor Smith’s expression softened. Slowly, he gave a smile.“Congratulations,” he said, his voice warm but formal. “I had my doubts at first. But it’s clear now, you’ve both chosen for each other, and it shows. Well done.”Olivia blinked, unable to process it for a second. She’d expected disapproval, maybe a lecture, but not this.“Thank you, sir,” Julian said firmly, giving a respectful nod.Professor Smith turned his gaze on Olivia, eyes kinder than she had ever seen. “You’ve grown, Miss Bennett. More than I thought possible when you first entered my class. Hold

Zara couldn’t take it anymore.She stood in her kitchen, pacing back and forth with her pen clutched in her hand, glaring at the crumpled pieces of paper scattered on the counter. Each one was a failed attempt at saying what she really wanted to scream in Cade’s face.All morning, she had been forced to step over his damn garbage bag sitting right outside his door. Again. It was full of pizza boxes, beer cans, and God-knows-what-else. The stench had already started creeping into the hallway. The man had no shame.“Disgusting,” Zara muttered under her breath as she sat down again, smoothed out a fresh sheet of paper, and slammed the tip of her pen against it.She wrote in bold, angry strokes:“Cade, you’re not twelve years old. Stop leaving your trash in the hallway like an animal. People live here. Do you have any idea how inconsiderate you are? Some of us have standards. Try developing some.”She stopped, read it over, and snorted. Too soft.She crossed it out with furious lines, gra