All Chapters of THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

NOAH’S POVI sat in the back row of the lecture hall, as I always do, with my hoodie pulled low and myglasses slipping down my nose as I pretended to take notes. The room smelled like old books andcoffee, but all I could think about was Dr. Alexander Elliott, who was pacing the front like heowned the whole place.And he might have. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair that caught thelight above him and grey eyes that were sharp enough to cut glass. His voice was low and slow,and he talked about power dynamics and moral domination. Every word hit me deep in the gut.He stopped for a moment to let the sentence hang and said,"True power doesn't need force."It just is, and the weaker mind bends to it without knowing why. My pen stopped working in themiddle of a word. My cock moved against the seam of my jeans. I hated how my body hadbecome so predictable around him. One look from those eyes made my belly feel hot and myhole clench on nothing.My nipples go

NOAH’S POVMy legs were still shaking, and cum was running down the insides of my thighs when Marcus'swords hung in the air like a lit fuse."Elliott, you weren't supposed to—"The professor's hand got tighter around my waist, and his fingers dug in hard enough to hurt. Icould feel the change in him: his possessive grip turned into a protective one, and his bodytensed up like a coiled spring. Jax stood still a few feet away, his eyes darting between us. Theeasy smile was gone, replaced by something sharper and hungrier. And what about Marcus? Theowner of the club looked like he had just eaten glass."Supposed to what, Hale?"Elliott's voice was cold. Low. Calm to the point of death."Are you supposed to pay for a private dance?"Or are you supposed to find out that you've been running an underage exploitation ring whilepretending to have"private parties"?In just a few seconds, Marcus's face went from red to white. "That's not—listen, this is a mistake.Nyx is legal and consent

NOAH’S POVLila’s eyes were wide, coffee mug forgotten in her hand as she stared at me across the tinykitchen table. The apartment smelled like burnt toast and her vanilla candle, but the air felt thick,suffocating. She’d seen me. Not just leaving the club performing. On the pole. Half-naked. Andthen walking out with a man who looked like he could buy the whole damn building.“You followed me?” My voice cracked. I sank into the chair, ass still tender from Elliott’srelentless claiming, the ache a constant reminder of how far I’d fallen.“Yeah, I followed you.” Lila set the mug down hard enough to slosh coffee over the rim.“Because you’ve been disappearing every night, coming home smelling like smoke and sweat,dodging questions. I thought you were dealing or something worse. Then I saw you on that stage,Noah. Twisting around that pole like you were born for it. And that guy with the gray eyes andthe suit looked at you like he owned you.”My stomach twisted. “It’s not what you t