All Chapters of SINFUL DESIRES: THE PROFESSORS I CAN'T RESIST: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Jonathan’s POVI spent a few days at Bryce’s house. Those days felt like a dream I didn’t want to wake up from. His hands, his mouth, the way he tied me and used me until I couldn’t think straight. When I finally had to leave, my body still ached in a good way. My neck had faint marks I tried to hide with my collar.I went back to my dorm because I had calls to make in the hospital. I was supposed to do them days ago, but I had been with Bryce and I forgot everything else. I dressed fast, grabbed my bag, and left.On the way to campus I kept thinking about him. About the last time he pushed me down and whispered that I still belonged to him. My face felt hot so I shook my head and tried to focus.When I got to campus I remembered we had a class first and the calls would have to wait. That pissed me off. I was already late on those calls and now I had to sit through a lecture? I walked into the lecture room anyway because I had no choice. But something was off the second I stepped ins

Jonathan’s POVI did not go to school that week.I told myself it was only one day. I would stay in, wait for the noise to die, then walk back to class like nothing had happened. That was a lie I sold myself on Monday morning. By Monday night I still had not left the bed. One day became two, two became three, then the whole week was gone and I was still in my room with the curtains shut.The video had spread. I knew that without opening anything. I knew it from the way my phone kept lighting up on the table. I knew it from the way group chats buzzed and buzzed and I could not touch them. I knew it from the one message I accidentally saw on Tuesday before I locked the screen: people saying for sure that Professor Wyatt was the man in the mask.They said it like a fact, talked about his body, talked about his stance and talked about the way he fucked. They sent the clip to each other like it was entertainment.What they had not said out loud, not to my face, was my name and that was

Bryce’s POVI had been trying to reach Jonathan for days, and every failed attempt only made the knot in my chest tighter.After I saw the video on the campus forum, I could not sit still. The moment the camera caught the man’s bare back, I knew it was Wyatt. The birthmark low on his ribs was unmistakable. So was the way he stood, the way his hands gripped Jonathan’s hips and the way his whole body moved when he pushed in deep. Even with both faces blurred, anyone who had ever seen Wyatt without a shirt would have known. I stared at the screen until my eyes burned. I was shocked, confused, disturbed, and angry all at once.I did not know who had posted it or why. My first thought went straight to Wyatt himself. For a second I almost believed he had done it out of spite or some twisted need to claim Jonathan publicly, then I thought logically. There was no way Wyatt would upload that video on purpose. If he did, he would be destroying himself along with Jonathan. Anyone familiar with

Bryce’s POVI and Wyatt did not speak for the first few minutes of the drive.Wyatt’s jaw stayed locked tight, and the split skin on his knuckles left faint red marks each time his hands shifted on the steering wheel. I kept my eyes on the road ahead and forced myself to breathe evenly. If I let the anger rise any higher, I knew I would hit him again, and that would not help Jonathan in any way.Jonathan’s dorm was not far from Wyatt’s house. Even so, the distance felt longer than it should have and every slow car in front of us made my patience thinner.“How long was Lucas in your house?” I asked at last.“A few days,” Wyatt answered. His voice was flat, stripped of the usual control he wore in public. “He told me he needed a quiet place to study. That was the reason he gave, and I believed him.”I turned my head to look at him.“You believed a student who claimed he only wanted quiet, and then you left your laptop sitting on the kitchen counter?”“I was drunk for most of those days

Wyatt’s POVI pushed through the edge of the small crowd and stopped.Paramedics were lifting a body from the road. For one second I was sure it was Jonathan because the body looked thin and familiar.. The fear in me was so strong that I thought I was going to pass out. Then I saw the face of the person only to see that it was Lucas.The accident had been bad. I took a step back without meaning to. My breath caught hard in my throat. Lucas was dead. From the way the cars sat, the things scattered on the ground, and how fast the paramedics moved, he had probably been on his way to the same park we were racing toward. He was going to meet Jonathan, carrying those videos with him, ready to use them.I should have felt bad. A student of mine was dead on the side of the road but instead, the first feeling that I felt after the shock was relief. It felt so relieved that it almost made my knees give out.Jonathan was not the body on the ground. Jonathan was not the one being loaded into t