Bend me over, Professor のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

POV Anastasia Holy shit. This is a trap.My heart literally stops beating for a second when Professor Montelli walks in. The way he appeared right after Zoey’s little meltdown? Too convenient. Way too convenient. Like they planned this whole thing.I’m sitting here feeling like a deer caught in headlights, watching these two exchange looks that could kill. The air in this psychiatric-hospital-wannabe office suddenly feels thicker than molasses.“I’m just showing someone their place,” Zoey says, her voice all smooth again. Like she wasn’t just having a complete breakdown thirty seconds ago.Professor Montelli closes the door behind him with this deliberate click that makes my skin crawl. “And that is?”“Don’t act stupid, Dominic.” Zoey’s tone shifts, and something in my brain starts firing warning signals. “You know exactly what game she’s playing.”Wait. Hold up. Did she just… did she just talk to him like that? Not

POV Anastasia The second I stepped inside their house, I knew I was in the lion’s den.Everything looked perfect—clean lines, soft lights, warm wood—but the air was tight. Tense. And it wasn’t just me.Zoey stood in the doorway to the living room with a glass of wine in her hand, glaring at me like I was a bug she wanted to crush beneath her heel. She didn’t smile. Didn’t speak. Just looked me up and down like I was dirt on the soles of her designer boots.Dominic touched the small of my back. “Don’t mind her. She’ll behave.”Zoey’s jaw twitched, but she said nothing. I didn’t breathe.Dominic took my coat and hung it like I belonged there, then guided me wordlessly down a narrow hallway. The silence was too loud, too sharp. I could feel her eyes burning through me even after we turned the corner.And then we reached it—a door with no label, no handle, just sleek black paint and a keypad.He typed in a code. The lock clicked. My chest tightened.

POV Anastasia I barely had the door open when Delilah ’s voice cracked through the apartment like a siren. “Oh my god, you got fucked!”I froze, one hand still on the knob, the other clutching my bag like it could shield me from her judgment. My whole face went up in flames.“Delilah !” I hissed, slamming the door shut behind me. “What the hell?!”She stood in the kitchen in mismatched socks and a hoodie that said Chaos Energy, holding a half-eaten bowl of cereal like it was a mic she’d just dropped. Her eyes were practically glowing. “Don’t you ‘Delilah ’ me, you slick-ass hoe.” She pointed her spoon at me like it was a weapon. “You’re glowing. Your hair’s shinier. Your skin’s dewier. Your mouth? Post-orgasm plump. You either got a facial or a full-body exorcism, and knowing you—it was dick.”I turned away, trying to play it cool. “You’re insane,” I mumbled, heading straight for my room.“Oh my god,” she breathed, cereal completely forgotten as she fo

POV Anastasia The last place I expected to be on a Wednesday afternoon was standing inside a Victoria’s Secret with Zoey Montelli holding up a red lace thong like she was inspecting produce.I stood awkwardly near a rack of bralettes, my hands in my coat pockets, trying to look anywhere but at the life-size poster of a model who probably did Pilates inside a volcano.“So,” Zoey said, flipping through hangers with ease, “what do you like? Color-wise. Style. That kind of thing.”I blinked at her. “I… I don’t know.”She raised an eyebrow, not even glancing up. “Girl, pick something. I’m not gonna kill you.”I reached for a baby pink lace set, then pulled my hand back. Too innocent? Too obvious? Was this some kind of test?Zoey watched me with a sharp look, then smirked. “Pink. Bold choice.”I flushed. “I didn’t pick it.”She ignored me and tossed it in our growing pile. “Dom’s more of a black silk kind of guy. But he likes variety.”Every word

POV Anastasia By the time I made it back to the apartment, my legs felt like noodles and my brain was fried. My skin still smelled faintly of vanilla and leather, and every muscle in my body screamed in that strange, satisfied way — like I’d just run a marathon while being spiritually set on fire.Thank God Delilah wasn’t home.I dropped my keys on the counter and beelined for the shower. Scalding water hit my skin, but no amount of scrubbing could rinse off the memory of Zoey’s hands or Dominic’s voice in my ear, making me say things I didn’t know lived inside me. My thighs still trembled. My neck still stung faintly where his teeth had been.I should’ve felt ashamed.I didn’t.I dried off, slipped into a hoodie that swallowed me whole, and headed downstairs to grab something to eat — or at least hydrate. But when I turned the corner into the kitchen, I froze.Alex Rivera was leaning against the fridge, arms crossed, eyes dark.I blinked. “What th