All Chapters of PROFESSOR SIN : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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

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,

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

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

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.