All Chapters of Forbidden Lecture: My Professor's Secret Craving: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Aria slumped deeper into the worn-out gray couch in Lena’s cramped Toronto apartment, her curvy frame practically swallowed by the baggy sweats that could easily fit in two more people of her size. Her dark hair fell in a tangled mess around her face, framing her big hazel eyes that were puffy and red from two months of sobbing into pillows.Eight long years. Fuck, we talked about marriage and kids. And what does he do? Fucks that bleach-blonde slut of their neighbor, Sasha, with her fake tits and I*******m thirst trap, right on our kitchen counter while I stupidly worked double shifts at the cafe towards their future. Fucking Marcus!!The memory hits fresh. She had come home earlier from work to surprise Marcus. A customer had just given her the biggest tip of her life and with the day being their 8th anniversary, she made plans for a rooftop dinner and some hot fuck later. Everything was perfect. But as soon as she walked in, the sound of moaning was unmistakable.Quiet

Aria wove frantically through the crowd and finally made it to class. She slid into a creaky back-row seat in the packed lecture theater as she tried to steady her breath that came in ragged gasps. Her hands trembled as she smoothed her messy bun.With thundering heart, she sat there quietly, trying to hide the heat creeping up her neck. Her thighs clenched involuntarily as she remembered his powerful thrusts splitting her open just hours ago. That thick, veined cock that wrecked my world and left me shaking teaches in my goddamn school? Could this day get any worse?Almost as if the universe was enjoying the dilemma she was in, Professor Anderson strode in like he owned the room. His crisp navy suit strained across his broad shoulders, his tie knotted perfectly, but not quite hiding the shadowy tattoo peeking at the open collar.Oh god, just kill me now.“Good morning, students. Welcome to Advanced Lit Theory 501,” he boomed in that same baritone timbre she remembered and her p

Aria pushed through the glass door of Brew Haven, the cafe where she had clocked countless shifts for the past three years. The smell of fresh espresso beans roasting and cinnamon scones baking wrapped around her like a comforting hug, mingling with the chatter of customers packed around their seats. The place was packed as expected since this was one of the cafe’s peak times.She spotted the girls at their usual corner booth as Lena waved frantically to get her attention. Mia was scrolling on her phone with her signature sharp eyeliner framing a smirk. Jade hadn’t arrived yet since she wasn’t at the table. This was her tight circle, a makeshift sisterhood that made the world seem less cruel. “Finally!" Lena teased as Aria took her seat opposite them. "I thought you’d never leave campus." She shoved a steaming latte across the table to her.Just then, Jade arrived and joined them, her energetic grin lighting up as she dropped her DJ headphones on the table with a loud thud

Aria’s hand hovered for a second on the cold metal handle. She taught of every possible responses that would save her ass and scholarship, should the conversation steer towards her inappropriate relationship with Professor Jason. Then, she turned the handle and stepped inside.Dean Hargrove’s office was bigger than she expected. Floor-to-ceiling bookcases lined the walls, filled with neat rows of academic journals and leather-bound volumes. A large window looked out over the campus quad, winter-bare trees clawing at the sky. The room smelled faintly of paper, furniture polish, and old coffee.Behind the heavy oak desk sat the man himself. He was in his late sixties, had a silver buzz cut, his broad face lined more by worry than age. His tweed jacket matched the chairs, and half-moon glasses perched low on his nose as he looked up from a file.“Miss Jenkins,” he said as he gestured toward a leather chair. “Please, sit.”Aria perched on the edge, her back straight, fingers cl

Aria loved the third floor of the main library at this hour. It was late afternoon as the light came through the tall curtains, making it look like the dust motes were glowing. Downstairs, the open study tables were packed with students and their half-eaten snacks, but up here among the literature stacks, it was quieter, except for the occasional rustle of paper and a soft cough.She sat at a small table that was wedged between two shelves, spreading out her things: Jason’s tutorial outline, a stack of undergrad essays, and her own notebook with color-coded tabs. This was the first tutorials she would co-lead with Ethan tomorrow, and she wanted to be ready. She couldn’t afford to mess this up. The scholarship committee was evaluating her progress as well.“Okay,” she muttered, circling a paragraph in one essay. “You can’t just say ‘the patriarchy is bad’ and then drop the mic, Dylan. Give me something better.”She made a quick note in the margin and moved to the next paper. Af