Semua Bab Twisted Temptation : Bab 1 - Bab 10

The next week blurred into a haze of arousal and frustration.Madison – I forced myself to think her name instead of stepmother to survive each day without coming in my pants – teased me relentlessly. Every morning, she woke me up in her robe or tiny shorts and a cropped tee with no bra, nipples brushing against thin fabric. She’d stretch in front of the kitchen counter, her ass perking out, perfect for grabbing, for slamming into from behind. I’d sit there, throbbing under the table, pretending to read emails from college while she prepared coffee, humming softly like she knew exactly what she was doing to me.She trained me every afternoon in the home gym, wearing skintight leggings and sports bras that barely contained her full breasts. Her skin glistened with sweat as she corrected my posture, her fingers digging into my hips, thighs, chest – everywhere she wasn’t supposed to touch me so intimately. Sometimes, her fingers would linger too long on my lower belly, brushing against t

Professor Ethan Cole. Everyone on campus whispered about him. The girls drooled over his rugged looks, the guys envied his presence. Tall, built like a fighter, veins prominent on his forearms when he rolled his crisp sleeves up, tattoos peeking from under the collar of his black dress shirt.I never imagined he’d even know my name. But on the first day of my English Lit class, his gaze locked with mine the moment I stepped in, late and breathless. My hoodie slipped off my shoulder, exposing my bra strap. His eyes flicked there, lingering for a moment too long before he continued his lecture, voice deep, gravelly, vibrating in my bones.“Miss Carter, since you’ve decided to join us, perhaps you can explain Wordsworth’s concept of transcendence?”Heat rose up my neck as everyone turned. “I…um…”He raised a brow, smirking slightly, making my stomach twist with shame and desire. “See me after class.”My heart thumped painfully in my chest for the next hour. When everyone left, I approach

Finals week was hell. My mind should’ve been buried in essays and last-minute revisions, but all I could think about was him – the roughness of his grip, the filthy things he whispered against my ear, the way his cock filled me until I couldn’t think of anything but him.He hadn’t texted me in three days, and it was driving me insane. I checked my phone obsessively, wondering if he’d grown bored. If he’d moved on to someone prettier, someone who wasn’t just a naïve student desperate for his attention.Then, on the night before my final exam, as I sat in the library trying to memorise Shakespeare quotes through blurry eyes, my phone buzzed.Professor Cole: My office. Midnight. Wear nothing under your coat.My entire body ignited with heat. I barely registered leaving the library, walking across campus under the cold December wind. My nipples were already hard under my trench coat, brushing against the rough lining with every step, making me ache with forbidden anticipation.His door wa

Madison woke up to her alarm at 5:30 am sharp. The shrill tone cut through her dreams, leaving her heart racing with that nameless anxiety that always clung to mornings. She sat up, rubbing her eyes and stretching her arms overhead, the cotton tank top sliding up her ribs. Cool dawn air touched her skin as she swung her legs over the bed, toes curling into the worn carpet of her small bedroom.She lived alone in a two-bedroom apartment twenty minutes from downtown. Her rent was half her paycheck, the other half vanished into student loans, car insurance, and bills. It was a modest place – cream walls, dark wood shelves lined with thrifted books, a pale grey couch, and a kitchen small enough that she could reach the fridge while boiling coffee. But it was hers. Her little pocket of peace in a city that demanded too much.She showered quickly, scrubbing lavender soap over her arms, washing away the scent of sleep. As she toweled herself off, she thought about last night. Mr. Wolfe’s gaz

Madison awoke to the faint glow of dawn spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows. For a moment, she didn’t remember where she was. Then her body reminded her – the ache between her legs, the bruises blooming along her hips, the dull throb in her throat where his fingers had pressed down as he fucked her relentlessly.She turned her head slightly and saw him lying beside her, half-covered by the dark grey sheets. Ethan Wolfe slept on his back, one arm resting under his head, the other draped possessively across her waist. His chiseled chest rose and fell with deep, calm breaths. Even in sleep, he looked powerful – his jaw shadowed with dark stubble, lips parted slightly, hair tousled against the pillow.Her eyes burned with tears. What had she become? A day ago she was just a secretary with quiet dreams. Now her body felt branded by his touch. Every inch of her skin hummed with the memory of his dominance – the way he had forced her open, made her scream his name until her throat