All Chapters of PROFESSOR SIN : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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DAY DREAMING OF HIM

AMARA POVHis hand slid up my thigh, firm and unyielding, dragging heat along my skin.I sucked in a shaky breath as his broad frame hovered over me, shadow swallowing me whole. Roman Black’s mouth was at my ear, his voice low, sinful, the kind that made every nerve in my body bend to him.“Do you know what you do to me, Amara?”God, the way his hips pressed down against mine, the way his chest pinned me to the desk, claiming every inch of me like I already belonged to him. My fingers curled tight, desperate to hold on to something real. His scent was leather and mint, intoxicating, and I swore if he moved any closer, I’d dissolve under him.His thumb stroked my waist, slow, deliberate, leaving fire burn through me. My body arched on instinct, craving more, begging for more. His lips dragged over my neck, rough stubble scraping against tender skin, and I couldn’t stop the shiver that ripped through me.I gasped when he pushed harder into me, that heavy weight grinding against me, my h

MY SISTER SHADOW

AMARA POV The moment I stepped into the living room, the air shifted.The room fell quiet. Too quiet. And all three heads turned to me at once..Mom, Dad, and Nina. Their eyes fixed on me like I was a puzzle they had already solved. My skin prickled, I felt goosebumps.I knew that look.It was the same look they always wore before something terrible was about to be asked of me. Something that had nothing to do with love and everything to do with blood.“Sweetie, you’re back,” Mom said, her voice unusually soft.She walked over and took my hand. “I made your favorite. It’s on the table,” she added with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.Behind her, the maids were setting the table like we were some happy, peaceful family. Like I hadn’t just walked into a silent war disguised as kindness.I could feel Dad’s eyes on me, cold, quiet, unreadable.I swallowed hard. My stomach twisted, and not because I was hungry. I sat at the table, picked at the food, and kept glancing at them. Their gaz

PROFESSOR SIN

AMARA POV The morning started like every other, loud, annoying, and unfair.I sat on the edge of my bed, arms wrapped tightly around my knees, staring at the sunlight bleeding through the curtains. I could already hear her laugh echoing down the hall. Nina. My perfect little sister.The knock on my door came soft and slow, like always. I didn’t answer. Of course, she didn’t wait.“Are you done sulking?” she asked, stepping in with her signature fake concern.I didn’t look up. “Get out.”She gasped. “I was just checking on you, Amara. You’ve been so moody lately.”I scoffed. “Yeah? Maybe if you and your crew didn’t treat me like trash every day, I’d be a little happier.”Nina blinked, her lips trembling just slightly. “I didn’t mean..”I stood up. “Don’t pretend with me. You laugh with them. You watch them mock me. And then you sit here and act like a saint.”Her voice rose in defense, “I just want peace in this house..”“Then stop being a two-faced snake!” I snapped.Right on cue,

YOU'RE MINE NOW

AMARA POVThe music was too loud, the lights too bright, yet all I felt was him.His body pressed close enough to remind me of who he was, but not enough to claim me, not yet. His hand that had brushed mine before was now firmer, steadying me as if he could sense I might fall, not just from the alcohol but from the way my knees weakened at his nearness.I tilted my head back, blinking through my drowsy haze, and whispered, “Professor Sin?” My voice cracked between disbelief and longing.He leaned closer, his breath fanning my ear, warm and sharp, sending shivers down my neck. “What are you doing here, Amara?” His tone was low, dangerous, like velvet covering a blade.I should have pulled away. I should have remembered my mother’s warnings, Nina’s sneers, the way I was already drowning in chaos at home. But instead, I swayed against him, leaning closer, caught between the pulsing bass of the club and the steady thrum of his presence.“I wanted to forget,” I murmured, my words clumsy fr

TAKE ME

Amara’s POVThe morning sun streamed through the curtains, burning against my swollen eyelids. My head still pounded from last night’s drinks, and the memory of the club clung to me like perfume I couldn’t wash off. His presence. His touch. His breath against my skin.Professor Black.I sat up, running shaky fingers through my messy hair, when the door to my room burst open.“Where were you last night?”It was my mother. Her voice sharp, slicing through the fog in my head. And behind her, like a shadow attached to my misery, stood Nina. Arms folded, lips pursed in fake concern, but her eyes….oh, her eyes gleamed with delight.I didn’t answer. I just sat there on the bed, staring at her, daring her to keep going.“Don’t you dare ignore me, Amara,” my mother snapped, stepping closer. “Do you have any idea what time you came back? Do you know how worried we were?”I almost laughed. Worried? About me? They had never worried about me a day in my life. Every drop of worry, every ounce of lo

WET EMBARRASSMENT

PROFESSOR’S BLACK POVHer voice still echoed in my head.“I’m yours.”Those words from her lips were not a confession, they were a surrender.I moved closer, closing the space between us, watching her stiffen against the polished wood of my desk. The room was silent except for the soft hum of the air, but her shallow breaths filled it with something heavier.Her hands clutched her skirt, knuckles pale, yet her chin lifted just slightly, daring me. Or maybe begging.“You’re mine?” I asked, my tone low, sharp. I wanted to hear her say it again.Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, but her eyes didn’t waver. “Yes… I’m yours.”The corner of my mouth curved. Brave girl.I leaned down, letting my shadow swallow her, the scent of her shampoo reaching me. My lips hovered close enough to feel the warmth of her cheek. I didn’t kiss her. I didn’t touch her. My restraint was deliberate, torturous.“Then prove it,” I whispered, letting my words cut through her like a blade.Her lashes fluttered. “

TEMPTRESS

AMARA’S POVSleep didn’t come easy that night.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him, Professor Black. The sharpness of his jaw when he leaned close, the heat in his stare when he held my panties between his fingers, and then… that smirk. The smirk that cut me deeper than any words. He’d dismissed me, sent me away as though I was nothing more than a child playing at desire.I pulled my blanket tighter around me, but it didn’t shield me from the memory. Instead, it only made me ache more. My body still trembled at the thought of his voice, hoarse and low, telling me what to do. My legs squeezed shut under the covers, ashamed at how wet I had been in his office, how wet I still was thinking about it.Rejection was supposed to make you feel small. Embarrassed. Broken.And yes, I felt all of that. I couldn’t forget the humiliation of standing there half-undone, offering myself, only for him to turn away. But under that humiliation, another feeling was blooming, wild and electric.Defianc

PUNISHMENT

AMARA’S POVThe room was too quiet.I stood there, my hands clutching my skirt, heart thudding so loud I thought he could hear it.Professor Black didn’t say a word at first. He just sat behind his desk, his sharp eyes burning holes through me. I wanted to look away, but my body wouldn’t obey. It was like his gaze chained me in place.Then he finally spoke. His voice was low, firm, cutting straight through me.“Shut the door, Amara.”I swallowed hard and did as he said. My hands shook on the handle before I clicked it shut. The sound echoed in the silence. I turned back to him slowly, feeling my chest rise and fall in uneven breaths.“Come here,” he ordered.My legs felt weak, but they moved anyway. Step by step, I walked toward him. Every inch closer made my skin hotter. When I reached the front of his desk, he leaned back in his chair, studying me like I was prey caught in his trap.“You enjoy testing me, don’t you?” he asked. His lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile

PERFECT PRETENCE

AMARA'S POV Her eyes roam all-over me with disdain before she masks it with her perfect smile. Always acting innocent, and that's what I hate about her.Nina.She stood with her little group of perfect friends. The moment their eyes landed on me, they went silent. Then one of them laughed, pointing right at me.“Wow, look at this! Amara actually trying to be sexy? What happened, did someone finally fuck you?”The others burst out laughing.Another girl leaned close to Nina, pretending to whisper but loud enough for me to hear. “Guess she’s just a bitch after all.”The laughter got louder, and my heart sank.“Stop it, guys,” Nina said, putting on her soft voice, the one that always fooled everyone. She even gave me a sad little look. “She’s my sister…”But her lips curled. I caught the smile she was hiding, the way her shoulders shook from holding back her own laugh.One of her friends tilted her head, eyes full of mock pity. “Who’s even going to touch her? Maybe the school cleaners.

MY LITTLE TEMPTRESS

PROFESSOR'S BLACK POV I told myself it would end yesterday.I told myself I would not be weak again.But all night, she was there in my head. The sound of her breath when I pressed her against my desk. The heat in her eyes when she whispered she wanted me. I hardly slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her skirt pushed up, her body begging.By morning, I was angry at myself. Angry at her. Angry at the fact that a student, a girl half my age, had gotten under my skin.I tried to bury myself in work, in lecture notes, in anything. But every word I wrote twisted back to her. I opened the drawer of my desk once, then slammed it shut instantly. Her panties were still there. A reminder. A trophy. A curse.I've always been a fucker, from the club to my office, I had tons of them whore, lining, waiting for my call but this one girl…just this one girl…“Amara…” her name sprang from my mouth. She definitely got me hooked.***************By the time the lecture started, I swore I would not

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