All Chapters of All Yours, Professor : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

~ Sylara POV ~ "Nick... that is seriously enough!" I complained for the umpteenth time as he casually pointed to yet another display case, completely ignoring my protests. ​He didn't just pick out a few clothes, he was buying out entire collections. And these luxury bags and shoes weren't just ordinary designer items—they were high-fashion pieces worth thousands upon thousands of dollars. ​"Didn't I tell you we were going out so I could treat you like my queen?" he asked, his deep voice smooth, entirely unbothered by the astronomical price tags. ​I let out a long, exhausted sigh, running my hand through my hair. "I know you said that, but this is way too much! I don't even need half of these!" I gestured wildly toward the mountain of boxes, heels, dresses, and leather bags currently being held by a small army of bow-tied store staffs. ​The moment we had walked into the exclusive boulevard mall, Nick had quietly signaled the security team to clear out the entire floor. He had

~ Sylara's POV ~ ​I leaned against the doorframe, a smile tugging at my lips as I watched Nick delicately chop vegetables on the marble island. I crossed my arms over my chest, tilting my head as I took in the surreal sight of him in the kitchen. "Are you actually serious about cooking for me?" I asked, my voice laced with soft disbelief. ​He turned his head toward me, giving a single, calm nod accompanied by a small, subtle smile. ​"Are you even sure you can cook?" I teased, raising my eyebrow in a mocking tone. "I don't want food poisoning, Nick." ​"I don't engage in things I'm not capable of mastering, Sylara," he replied, his eyes refocusing on the cutting board with precise, practiced movements. "Just relax and let me serve you." ​My smile widened. ​When he wasn't acting like an untouchable, intimidating authority figure, Nick was surprisingly gentle. ​This was the very first time in my life that a man had ever offered to cook for me. Alfred sucked at even basic t

~ Sylara's POV ~ My pussy clenched and released around Nick’s thick dick, sliding up and down his shaft in a wet, rhythmic bounce. Every downward thrust forced him deeper, stretching me open until the head of his dick kissed the deepest part of me. He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating against my skin as his large hands squeezed my tits hard—fingers digging into the soft flesh, thumbs rolling over my stiff nipples until they ached with pleasure. I missed this. I missed having him buried inside me. I had climbed on top of him wanting to erase the cruelty of my parents, but the words I had spoken earlier were true. I was trying—really trying—not to reduce whatever this was between us to just sex. "Fuck, Little Flower,” he groaned as I rode him harder, twisting my hips so my inner walls dragged along every ridge of his dick. The wet slap of my pussy meeting his pelvis filled the room. “I didn’t know you were this naughty,” he rasped, eyes half-lidded with lust.

~ Sylara's POV ~ "Lara," Ashley called my name again, her tone hovering somewhere between awe and deep concern. "I know what you can and can't afford, and what you can afford is definitely not a ten-thousand-dollar bag. Where on earth did this come from?" "Perhaps she could afford it by sleeping around," Lisa chimed in with a high-pitched, mocking laugh. Ashley whirled around on her instantly, her eyes blazing with raw fury. "My best friend is not a slut who sleeps around for money, so you better watch your foul mouth before I shut it for you!" she snapped, stepping directly into Lisa's space. Lisa flinched, taking an involuntary step back, but tried to save face by forcing a fake, tight smile that was so glaringly obvious even a blind person could see right through it. "Whatever. I really don't give a fuck about you or Lara anyway," she huffed, crossing her arms defensively. Ashley snatched the designer bag right out of her hands with a sharp jerk. "Then buzz off before I make

~ Nicholas's POV ~ Finding the boy's condo was a piece of cake. Fredo was right about one thing: if I wanted to track a human being down, they were as good as found. ​The only specter who had managed to slip through my fingers was Malachi—and that was purely because he possessed the same ruthless, calculating mindset as me. Hunting a man who thinks exactly like you is a game of millimeters and shadows. ​I stepped out of my blacked-out SUV and stared up at the high-rise building. ​The so-called Alfred lived on the fifth floor. He was nothing more than a spoiled, silver-spoon child leeching off his parents' wealth. I despised the fact that he had touched Sylara before I ever laid eyes on her. But because he had met her before she became mine, I was willing to let his past existence slide. ​However, that did not mean I was going to let him slide for trying to publicly claim her again after degrading her womanhood. ​I pulled my dark baseball cap down low, shielding my features. I wa