All Chapters of FILTHY ETHNICS: THE PROFESSOR'S OBSESSION : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

LUNA’S POVI sat in the back row of the lecture hall, as I always do, with my hoodie pulled low and my glasses slipping down my nose as I pretended to take notes. The room smelled like old books and coffee, but all I could think about was Dr. Alexander Elliott, who was pacing the front like he owned the whole place.And he might have. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair that caught the light 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 the middle of a word. My body reacted involuntarily, my core tightened, and I felt a flush rise to my cheeks. I hated how my body had become so predictable around him. One look from those eyes made my belly feel hot

LUNA’S POVMy legs still shook, and cum trickled down the insides of my thighs when Marcus’s words hung in the air like a lit fuse."Elliott, you weren’t supposed to"The professor’s hand tightened around my waist, fingers digging in so hard it hurt. I could feel the shift in his grip, what was possessive now edged into something protective, tense and volatile like a coiled spring. Jax stood a few feet away, his eyes darting between us, the easy smile gone, replaced by something darker, hungrier. And Marcus? The owner of the club looked like he’d just swallowed glass."Supposed to what, Hale?"Elliott’s voice was cold, low, controlled, deadly."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 while pretending to host “private parties”?In seconds, Marcus’s face drained from red to pale. “That’s not listening, this is a mistake. Nyx is legal and consenting here”"Close your mouth."Elliott stepped forw

LUNA’S POVLila’s eyes were wide, coffee mug forgotten in her hand as she stared at me across the tiny kitchen 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. And then 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’s relentless 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, Luna. Twisting around that pole like you were born for it. And that guy with the gray eyes and the suit looked at you like he owned you."My stomach twisted. "It’s not what you