Semua Bab Forbidden Lecture: My Professor's Secret Craving: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Tonight had to be perfect. It was their eighth anniversary, and Aria, ever the perfectionist, had planned everything to the T. The entire rooftop at Clinique De’loreal was booked. Plus, two tickets to the live Arsenal match in England since he’s a huge fan. Marcus was going to be over the moon. “Eiii! I’m so excited for you!” Lena, her best friend and coworker, squeaked. “I can’t believe tonight might be the night… but booking the entire restaurant? Bitch, that’s… bold. That's like a whole year’s salary.” Aria chuckled as she carefully applied the red lipstick. “You know how shy I get when the spotlight is on me. Privacy is exactly what I—we need.” She straightened up and gave one final glance at the mirror. “Now, I just have to rush home and put on the dress,” she turned to Lena. “So… how do I look?” Her friend's eyes gleamed. “Like the most perfect fiancée-to-be.” “Stopp… you’re gonna make me cry and ruin my makeup.” The friends hugged tight. Lena pulled back to face her

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.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 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 pussy clenched on nothing. "My name is Professor Jason Anderso

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.

There was a tiny hitch in his controlled facade, but she felt it like a shockwave. His pupils flared, then narrowed. His jaw clenched, flexing a muscle near his cheek. “Professor Anderson,” the Dean continued, oblivious to the tension between them. “This is Miss Aria Jenkins. One of our most promising scholarship students.” Jason cleared his throat, voice tight. “Yes. I recognize Miss Jenkins from my seminar.” Aria forced herself to stand. Her legs felt like overcooked spaghetti as she accepted the small nod he gave her. “Good morning, Professor,” she said, the word tasting dangerous in her mouth. “It’s… nice to meet you officially.” “Likewise,” he replied, and if she didn’t know better, she might have believed the polite distance. But she had felt that mouth on her skin, heard that same voice growling her name against her neck. Focus, Aria! Hargrove clasped his hands. “So, I’ve decided to assign you a second T.A. for the rest of the school year. Miss Jenkins will

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