The stepbrother I ran from is my new professor. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Chapter Twelve—Rhianna★Maliya's POV★"Mali, come here for a second."Micaiah's voice carried from the foyer. I steadied myself. Ready to pretend I wasn't touching myself minutes ago pretending it was him.Two days. He'd been gone for two full days without a word, and now he was back like nothing happened.I walked downstairs slowly, my heart already racing for reasons I didn't want to examine.He stood at the front door with a girl.She was beautiful in that effortless, expensive way—perfectly styled hair, designer clothes that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe, the kind of smile that looked practiced in mirrors."This is Rhianna," Micaiah said, his hand resting casually on her lower back. "Rhianna, this is Maliya. My stepsister."The word stepsister felt like a knife.Rhianna's smile widened. "Oh my god, finally! Micaiah's told me so much about you." She stepped forward like she was going to hug me, and I took an instinctive step back."Hi," I managed."Rhianna and I just s

Chapter Fourteen— First day of classes.★Maliya's POV★First day of classes.I stood in front of my closet at six in the morning, staring at the carefully selected outfit I'd laid out the night before. Black slacks, cream blouse, blazer. Professional. Put-together. The kind of armor that said I have my life under control even when everything was falling apart.At least I wouldn't have to watch Micaiah with Rhianna today. On campus, he was Professor Hayes. I was just another student. Boundaries existed there, even if they didn't anywhere else.I pulled on the slacks and reached for the blouse, catching my reflection in the mirror.The scar stopped me cold.It was small, barely two inches long, centered just below my navel. Thin and pale now, but still visible. Still there.A reminder of what my affair with Micaiah had once cost me.I traced it with one finger, the memory rushing back unbidden. The pain. The hospital. The way my mother had looked at me with disappointment and something

Chapter Sixteen— professor hayes★Maliya's POV★Tuesday morning, I drove to campus with something that almost felt like hope.Maybe this semester wouldn't be so bad. Maybe I could build a life here that had nothing to do with Micaiah. Make new friends. Go to parties. Actually enjoy being twenty instead of spending all my time tangled up in something that would never work.The parking lot was already half-full when I arrived. I grabbed my bag and headed toward the business building, scanning the quad out of habit.No sign of his car."Maliya!"Chris jogged up beside me, that easy grin on his face. "Headed to class?""Yeah. Marketing with Professor Chen.""Mind if I walk with you? I'm going the same way.""Sure."We fell into step together. He asked about Seattle, about why I'd transferred back, about whether I remembered half the people from freshman year. Easy conversation that didn't require me to think too hard."So Saturday," he said as we reached the building. "You're still coming

Chapter eighteen—please★Maliya's pov★I woke up to a low buzz against my clit, the kind that pulled me right out of sleep and into a haze of need. My eyes fluttered open, and there he was—Micaiah, my stepbrother, kneeling between my legs on the bed. The room was dim, morning light sneaking through the curtains, but his face was clear enough. That smug look he always got when he knew he had me.The vibrator pressed harder, sending sparks up my spine. I was already so wet, my thighs slick, my body betraying me before my brain caught up. "Micaiah," I whispered, my voice shaky. I tried to shift, but his free hand held my hip down, keeping me in place.He smiled, slow and wicked, as he circled the toy around my clit, not quite giving me what I wanted. "Morning, little sister. You sleep like the dead after a night out." His words hit me, and the memory flooded back—the party last night. He'd told me not to go, said it was full of guys who'd look at me the wrong way. But I went anyway, danc

Chapter twenty—blowjob★Maliya's pov★I settled into the couch next to Micaiah, the living room dim with just the glow from the TV screen. The movie started, some thriller he picked, but my mind was not on the plot. My body still hummed from earlier in the kitchen, the spanking and the rough fuck on the counter leaving me sore in the best way. His arm draped over my shoulders, pulling me close, and I could feel the heat from his body. That short skirt and crop top still clung to me, a reminder of how he liked to dress me up like his personal toy.As the scenes played out, actors whispering secrets and building tension, I shifted my legs. Wetness pooled between my thighs, a constant ache that had not gone away since breakfast. Every brush of fabric against my skin made it worse. I glanced at him, his face calm, focused on the screen, but I knew he felt it too. His hand rested on my knee, fingers tracing lazy circles that climbed higher with each minute."Micaiah," I whispered, my voice