Todos os capítulos de Classroom Punishment (BDSM Series) : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Iva’s P.O.V.The silence of Daniel’s penthouse is killing me. The place feels even bigger… and lonelier. I miss Will’s arms. I miss home. After a long day of endless lectures, his embrace used to draw out all my tiredness. But for two weeks, he has been pushing me away. Why? This single question rings relentlessly in my mind. I just hope that now that I’ve left him, he realises his mistake and finally tells me the truth behind his behaviour.I sit down on the sofa, feeling tired in a way that sleep can’t fix. Slowly, I push up the sleeve of my oversized sweater, exposing my wrist.There it is. Will’s eyes, those piercing grey depths that always seem to see right through to the girl who only wants to be loved."Now, no matter where I am, I’m looking at you,” he said that night, pressing his pulse point against mine so the tattoos touched. “And you’re always watching over me, Professor. Always.”As I trace the lines of the tattooed eyes with my fingertip, a sob escapes from my mouth.

Iva’s P.O.V.The antiseptic smell of the hospital room is the first thing that hits me as I drift back to consciousness. My head feels heavy and my throat is parched. A soft voice pulls me back to reality. “Iva? Can you hear me?"It is the doctor. She is smiling at me. Why does she look so happy? She checks my vitals and then leans in. “Iva, the reason you fainted is quite simple. You’re pregnant. About three weeks."I AM PREGNANT. The world stops.For a moment, the monitor's beep is the only sound in the room. I feel a violent jolt go through my heart. It is pure, overwhelming joy. Will and I have been trying for years. We have cried over negative tests, attended countless appointments, and prayed until we had no words left. And now, in the middle of this nightmare, a miracle has happened.A sob of relief breaks from my lips. My hand instinctively flies to my stomach, shielding the miracle I have waited a lifetime for. This changes everything. The ignoring, the pushing away, the

Iva’s P.O.V. Daniel stands in front of me, scanning me with a hunger that made me want to claw my skin off.“Strip,” he commands, making me shiver. I move back until my back hits the wall, my eyes filled with fear as I stare at him. What he has asked me to do, I can never do. I can never expose myself to anyone except my husband, Will.“No.” I shake my head. “Daniel, please… You said I just had to stay. I’ll do anything else. I’ll cook, I’ll clean, I’ll be your prisoner… but not this.”His face darkens. The fake gentleness has completely disappeared from his expression, as if it never existed.He bends down and picks up the fruit knife from the floor, the same knife I tried to attack him with.Before I can move, he lunges forward and grabs my forearm before pressing the knife against my skin. The blade cuts into my arm, and I gasp as pain burns through my skin. A thin red line appears instantly, blood slowly dripping down my arm. The sting burns like fire.“I won’t ask again, Iva.”

Will’s P.O.V. Iva is sleeping in my arms in our bedroom now. I’ve dressed the wound on her arm. The room that felt like a grave for the past week suddenly feels a bit alive again.My Professor is back.The thought should make me feel relieved. And it does… a little. But the echo of her words keeps repeating in my mind.‘He killed our baby. Our baby.’The child we had dreamed about for so long is gone. My chest tightens painfully.For a moment, rage floods my veins again and my jaw clenches. I want to go back and burn that bastard alive. I want to hear the screams of his agony. I fucking want to make him suffer the same way he made my Professor suffer.But I force myself to stay still. Because right now, revenge doesn’t matter. Iva does. I look down at her sleeping face. Her eyes are swollen from crying, her breathing uneven even in sleep. One of my arms is wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her against my chest.And I don’t want to let go. Not even for a second. Right now, t

Will’s P.O.V.A week later It’s been seven long days of watching the woman I love drift further into herself, like she’s standing behind glass I can’t break. I’ve tried everything, played music she once loved, cooked her favourite meals, and held her for hours. I smile for her. I stay strong for her. But inside, I’m falling apart.She smiles less. She speaks less. She just… exists.And it’s killing me.Every morning I wake up hoping today will be different. Hoping she’ll look at me with even a fraction of the spark she once had. But her eyes still carry that faraway emptiness, and I feel helpless in a way I’ve never felt before. This past week, I’ve made sure that bastard pays for what he did. Prison isn’t mercy for him. Every day, he suffers. I made sure of it.Men inside beat him until he can even stand. Some days they burn him with cigarettes, sometimes worse. The guards look the other way. No one stops it.And once… I went there myself. I looked at the man who destroyed our wor