บททั้งหมดของ THE PROFESSOR'S SECRET GIRL: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 7

“Be my secret girl. You don’t need to be smart—just beautiful, obedient, and always available when I need you. In return, your grades and living expenses will be secure.”Renata Assegaf froze, staring at the man in front of her in disbelief. The words sounded far too brazen to be spoken inside a lecturer’s office. Her fingers trembled slightly around the folder she was holding, while the air in the room seemed to thicken, pressing against her lungs until breathing became hot and heavy.Dominic Sinclair—the young professor everyone knew for his cold demeanor and unapproachable aura—sat casually behind his desk, as if he’d just made an ordinary offer. His face was calm, almost expressionless, but those gray eyes of his held the unmistakable gleam of control.“Excuse me?” Renata’s voice came out hoarse. “What do you mean… by secret girl?”“I know your scholarship was revoked,” Dominic said, leaning back in his chair, his lips curving into a faint, unnerving smile. “That’s why you came to

When Renata arrived at her new apartment, she could only stare in disbelief. The place Dominic Sinclair had given her was enormous—easily ten times the size of the dingy boarding room she used to live in.The ceilings were high, the walls spotless, and each step she took echoed softly across the white marble floors. The whole space looked as if it had been lifted straight from a luxury interior magazine—modern, immaculate, and… eerily quiet.She dropped her small bag from her shoulder and stood in the middle of the living room, taking in the gray sofa, the glass-top coffee table, and the wide city view framed by floor-to-ceiling windows. Everything looked perfect, and maybe that was the problem. It felt too perfect.“So?” a voice broke the silence. “Do you like it?”Renata nodded. It would’ve been a lie to say she wasn’t impressed. But her awe faded almost instantly, replaced by a bitter awareness—none of this came from her own hard work. Everything around her was paid for with her ow

Dominic stood at the edge of the bed, silent—his eyes fixed on the white sheets now stained with a faint trace of red. Morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, drawing pale lines across the wall, but it wasn’t enough to soften the tension hardening his face.Renata sat at the foot of the bed, barely breathing. Her body was rigid, and the blanket clutched to her chest felt like the last fragile shield she had left. She knew something terrible was about to happen—she could feel it in the way Dominic looked at her: cold, unreadable, and frighteningly calm.“I don’t understand,” Dominic said quietly, his voice echoing in the suffocating silence. “You… were a virgin?”Renata lowered her gaze, her fingers twisting the edge of the blanket. Her voice came out in a whisper.“I… didn’t mean to hide it, sir. I just—”“So you knew,” he cut her off sharply. His tone dropped an octave, trembling with fury he was barely restraining. “You knew and still let me treat you like—”He stopped.

In the next heartbeat, Renata felt her heart nearly rip free from her chest.Dominic’s hand had already slipped under her tight black skirt. His fingers brushed her slowly, teasing, then pushed in—one knuckle, two. Her breath caught sharp. Her body went rigid on his lap, fingers clawing the edge of the desk for dear life.“Sir…” The plea came out a whisper, crumbling into a soft moan. “Please.”He didn’t answer. He dipped his head, lips skimming the curve of her neck—warm, deliberate—before he nipped the skin. With his free hand he popped the buttons of her white blouse one by one until the sheer black lace of her bra peeked through.“Good girl,” he rasped, voice rough with hunger. “Nothing underneath. Just like I knew you’d be.”Renata bit down hard on her lower lip, desperate to trap the sounds rising in her throat. But Dominic gave her no space. His thumb circled the most sensitive spot between her thighs—lazy spirals—then pressed hard.“Ah—” She jerked, back arching, giving him ev