All Chapters of Forbidden Academia - A Sinful Syllabus: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

~ ~ Avery ~ ~His tongue was a hot, slick brand against my clit, and I was already coming apart. My fingers were buried in his dark hair, tugging slightly, a desperate plea for more. Just hours ago, he was a stranger across a crowded bar, his eyes a storm cloud grey that had somehow snagged mine and refused to let go. Now? Now his mouth was doing things that made my entire body thrum with a frantic, desperate need.My panties had been discarded somewhere on his impeccably tidy floor about ten minutes ago, and the way his hand was now cupping my dripping cunt… God, I was going to lose it.“You taste so good, Avery,” he murmured against my swollen flesh, his breath sending another tremor through me. His hand shifted, his fingers sliding deep inside, and I gasped, my back arching off the plush rug beneath us. Liam had never made me feel like this. Never this raw, this exposed, this utterly consumed.That pathetic excuse for a boyfriend was a distant, fuzzy memory now, overshadowed by th

~~ Avery ~ ~The alarm blared, a harsh, unwelcome sound that ripped me from a restless sleep. My eyes snapped open, and for a fleeting second, I was back in his bed, the scent of him on the sheets, the weight of his arm across my waist. Then reality crashed in, cold and unforgiving.Today was my first day of classes. And today, I would inevitably see him. Professor Draco Thorne. Head of the Literature Department. The man whose scent still clung to the white shirt I’d tossed into my laundry basket, the man whose words, "Remember who you belong to," echoed in my mind.A shiver, part dread, part thrill, ran through me.I dragged myself out of bed, the familiar comfort of my dorm room feeling like a flimsy shield against the impending collision. I needed to focus. I needed to be a student. A serious, dedicated student. Not the girl who had spent a night in a professor's sprawling estate, screaming his name as he fucked her senseless.Getting dressed felt like a strategic operation. I pull

I stumbled out of his office, the heavy oak door clicking shut behind me. My legs felt wobbly. Every nerve ending buzzed with pleasure and shame, a terrifying, exhilarating hum.Next time, don’t be late.His words echoed, a low, possessive rumble. Next time. There was going to be a next time. He hadn't just met with me; he had claimed me. Right here, in his office, in the very heart of the university. It was audacious. It was insane.And a part of me, the darkest, most secret part, was already counting down the minutes.My pussy throbbed, a dull, insistent ache. The sting from his hand still lingered, a phantom burn that made me clench my thighs. It had been shocking. Not truly painful, but firm, undeniable. A sharp jolt. A reminder of his power, of my submission.And God help me, I had liked it. The sheer audacity. The way it had pushed me over the edge.I was a mess. A total, utter, drenching mess. My panties, still discarded back at his house, would have been saturated. My skirt fe