Semua Bab Sinful Seduction: Bab 311 - Bab 320

Mara woke with the memory of Cassian’s voice in the elevator echoing through her mind. Every word sat heavy on her chest. Every look he had given her replayed in the way her breath stuttered. She moved through her morning routine slowly, almost carefully, as if one wrong motion would bring him back into her thoughts too sharply.But he was already there.She felt him before she even stepped into the building. The top floor hallway felt charged, like the air had been altered by something only she and Cassian could sense. When Mara opened the door to his office, he stood waiting for her. Not behind his desk. Not at the window. He stood near the center of the room as if he had been watching the door for a long time.His eyes met hers immediately.“You are late,” he said.She froze. “Only by three minutes.”“Three minutes is long enough to make me wonder where you are,” Cassian replied. “And why you are not where I want you to be.”Her pulse stumbled. “I did not think it mattered.”“It ma

The university at night was a different creature.The halls breathed softly, fluorescent lights humming like a distant lullaby. Outside, the rain had stopped but left the windows streaked and the air sharp with cold. Theo moved through the corridor with his bag slung over one shoulder, clutching his half-finished thesis as if it could defend him from whatever silence waited ahead.Room 314 still glowed.He pushed the door open and froze.Dr. Adrian Gray sat at the far desk, sleeves rolled, reading something under the faint yellow light. His posture was straight, his attention absolute. He looked carved from focus and quiet discipline. When he looked up, the world seemed to lose a layer of noise.“You’re late,” Adrian said.His voice was low, smooth, almost lazy. “Again.”Theo exhaled. “I— the library printers died. I—”Adrian raised a hand and the excuses fell apart. “Bring it here.”Theo crossed the room. The professor’s eyes followed each step, and Theo felt it—heat disguised as scr

Theo arrived fifteen minutes early and still felt late.The elevator hummed as it carried him upward through the quiet tower of the faculty apartments. Each floor seemed too still, too aware. When the doors opened, a corridor stretched in perfect symmetry, lined with gold sconces that burned low against dark marble walls.Adrian’s door was already ajar.Theo hesitated before knocking. The invitation had been simple—If you want to learn, come to me. After hours. Yet something about it felt more like a dare than a request.He stepped inside.The apartment was a museum of restraint. Bookshelves reached the ceiling. The windows were floor-to-ceiling glass, rain pooling against the panes and breaking the city lights into fragments of gold. The space was warm, not from color but from quiet intention.Adrian stood by the bar pouring tea into porcelain cups. No tie. Barefoot. Sleeves rolled, shirt half-unbuttoned. The sight made Theo’s breath stumble.“I didn’t think professors were allowed t

The city slept under silver rain.Theo woke before dawn, his body heavy, his mind quieter than it had been in months. The storm had finally broken, leaving behind a silence that didn’t feel empty. It felt clean.Adrian’s apartment was half-dark, the curtains pulled back to show the pale glow of morning. The professor sat by the window, a book in his lap that he wasn’t reading. His bare feet rested against the cold marble floor, a faint shadow under his eyes betraying hours without sleep.Theo hesitated in the doorway. He hadn’t meant to stay the night. He hadn’t meant for any of this to last. Yet here he was, standing in the echo of something that had begun as a lesson and ended as a confession neither of them had planned.Adrian looked up. “You’re awake.”Theo nodded. “Couldn’t sleep.”“Because of me?”Theo smiled faintly. “Always because of you.”Adrian closed the book. “Then maybe it’s time you stopped letting me be the reason.”Theo stepped closer. “Are you dismissing me?”“I’m re

Sleep never came that night.Elias lay on the narrow cot in his cell, window cracked open to the pine-scented dark, every swallow reminding him of the thick spend that had coated his tongue hours earlier. His cock throbbed against the coarse sheet, untouched as ordered, leaking a steady wet patch that cooled and clung to his skin. When the bell rang for Lauds at four, he rose like a man drugged, dressed in a clean cassock that felt obscene against his naked body, and drifted through the prayers with Luca’s taste still in his mouth.Breakfast was silent, bowls of watery porridge and black coffee. Matteo sat across the refectory table.Brother Matteo was thirty-three, broad as a barn door, sleeves rolled high enough to show prison tattoos licking up both forearms: a crucifix made of knives on one, the Virgin Mary weeping blood on the other. His shaved head gleamed under the lamps, and a thick black beard framed a mouth that looked built for grinning and cursing in the same breath. Rumor