All Chapters of THE TASTE OF SIN (Short stories): Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

AmeliaThe hallway of the Literature department was plunged in that reverential silence that only exists in universities after six in the evening.My shoes clicked against the marble floor, a rhythmic and lonely sound that gave away my nervousness, even though I tried to convince myself that what I felt was indignation.I held my final essay tight against my chest like a shield. A B-plus. Gabriel had given me a damn B-plus. For any other student, it would have been cause for celebration; for me, who had devoured every mandatory and supplementary reading, who had intervened in every debate with sharp arguments just to seek his approval, it was an insult.Or a provocation.I stopped in front of the dark wooden door of his office.I took a deep breath, smoothing my skirt and adjusting the collar of my blouse. My heart beat with a stupid force, a biological betrayal I knew too well. I wasn't like this just because of the grade.I was like this because I was going to see him alone.And bec

AmeliaThere was no hesitation. He gripped my hips with those large, strong hands, his fingers sinking possessively into my skin, and pressed the head of his cock against my wet, throbbing entrance."Look at me, Amelia," he ordered in a husky voice.I looked up. His dark eyes burned with a wild intensity, shattering that mask of academic coldness he always wore. He was about to lose control, and he was doing it for me.A choked sound died in my throat when he began to sink inside me. There was no rush, only an inexorable and firm pressure. I felt how my body was forced to stretch, my walls protesting sweetly and painfully against his girth.Gabriel growled, clenching his jaw, the muscles of his imposing body tensing beneath his shirt as he struggled to hold back and not thrust into me all at once. He slid inside me until his hips crashed against mine, burying himself to the hilt, and a tide of dull pleasure ran down my spine when his size filled me completely, replacing any emptiness

MadisonPreston didn't give me time to process the change in atmosphere, but it wasn't rough either. His grip on my arm was firm, a statement of ownership that dragged me toward the center of the living room, where the dark leather sofas formed an island of shadow under the dim light."If you're going to behave like a brat, Madison, I'll have to correct you," he murmured, his husky voice vibrating down my spine.He sat on the armchair, spreading his legs with that innate authority that made him so irresistible. Before I could protest, he pulled me with an inescapable force that made me fall across his legs.The world inverted. Suddenly, I was face down across his lap, my belly pressed against his hard thighs. The smell of the leather sofa mixed with his personal scent, filling my senses, making me dizzy. I tried to sit up."Preston, what...?""Still," he ordered, and my body reacted with unexpected obedience.I felt his large hand grab the hem of my dress and pull it up to my waist. T