Todos los capítulos de All Yours, Professor : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

~ Sylara's POV ~The harsh, stale stench of cigarettes assaulted my nostrils as I fought the crushing weight on my eyelids. When I finally managed to wrench them open, I realized I was in a dimly lit room… tied down like prey waiting for slaughter.Fear gripped me. I recalled talking to a stranger at the club, then passed out after he gave me a glass of beverage. I could still remember the malicious smirk on his face when he looked at me.I quickly began to struggle to break free from the ropes tied around me, but I was too weak to break free from them. My eyes were heavy and I could feel my head hammering like it was being hit with a hammer.He stepped in.The man from the bar. When he had approached me, I thought he was really a good person from the way he spoke so nicely to me, but it turns out I was wrong.That was my problem, I trusted too easily, and that's why I accepted a drink from him when I barely knew him."Why did you bring me here? What do you plan on doing to me?" I whi

~ Sylara's POV ~"Professor!" I shrieked, the sound desperate as I tried to yank my towel back up, but his grip was iron on my wrist. He slammed me against the cold wall, crushing my bare body against his clothed one."Don't cover it," he commanded, his voice a rough, low vibration that thrilled me. His eyes were scorching, moving deliberately over my face, down the taut column of my throat, and lingering on every curve of my fully exposed, dripping-wet body.He watched me with lustful eyes. For the first time since I met him, I was able to read his eyes. They held lustful desires for my body. It was as if he craved every part of me. This wasn't affection, it was a deep, primal need to possess and consume me."What do you want from me?" I whispered, my eyes trying to meet his. I wouldn't deny that I had no shame being naked in front of him. If I wanted to be honest, I had wished for it to happen— that he'd yank my towel away and fuck me senseless until my core was raw and throbbing, u

~ Sylara's POV ~"Lara!!!" The sound of my mom's voice, sharp and demanding, ripped me from the sweet edge of sleep. My brief, precious nap was instantly murdered. I had no choice but to drag myself out of bed.The moment I stepped into the living room, I froze. Two uniformed policemen were seated on our pristine white couch, looking far too comfortable."What's going on, Mom?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper, trying desperately to keep the panic from showing as my eyes darted between my parents and the unsettling guests."Come sit with us," she gestured for me to come over. I went to my parents and sat between them.I was still wondering why the police were in our house when my mom held my hand, caressing it softly."Tell the police everything you know," she said."Everything about what?" I whispered."You were robbed last night, Lara," my dad chimed in, managing a grim smile. "They didn't just rob you, they assaulted you. We reported the case to the police immediately. They're wi

~ Sylara's POV ~Confusion clouded my mind like a thick, suffocating fog as I stared at the man on the screen. What had happened to him? Why was he dead…and thrown into the river like garbage?A shiver ran down my spine as my thoughts went to Nicholas. He was the last person to see him alive. Nicholas had punched him...hard enough to nearly knock him down.Could… could Nicholas have finished what he started? Could he have thrown him into the river afterward?No. I shook my head violently, desperate to cling to hope. Nicholas couldn’t be a murderer. His aura might be cold, intimidating, even terrifying... but murder? That was impossible."Nicholas is more heartless than the devil," the man's voice echoed in my ears. Worse than the devil? Could it be true? Did Nicholas really… kill him?"Lara!!!" Ashley’s voice pierced through my panic, sharp and urgent. She tapped me, and I jolted back into reality, my heart hammering like a war drum. My wide, trembling eyes met hers."Why did you sudd

~ Sylara's POV ~"Ouch!" I winced, biting my lip as Nicholas inspected the tiny sore under my foot.When his gaze shifted from my feet to my face, I gave him a small, shy smile before quickly looking away."Why were you at the school field running?" he asked, his eyes returning to my sore foot."What about you?" I shot back, answering his question with a question of my own."I had to pick something up from my office. I was leaving when I saw you running, breathless and drenched in sweat. Who made you do it?" he asked, and the cold edge in his voice made it sound as if he was ready to strangle whoever had dared to punish me.I swallowed hard, shaking my head. "No one made me run. I… was just exercising," I lied, my voice trembling slightly."Do you take me for a fool? You think I would believe that nonsense you just spilled out of your mouth? Who on earth runs breathlessly and calls it exercise?" he asked, coldness lacing his voice."Me," I replied foolishly, my words barely audible. "