Semua Bab FILTHY ETHNICS: THE PROFESSOR'S OBSESSION : Bab 1 - Bab 8

LUNA’S POVDr. Elliott stepped onto the stage while my fingers were still buried deep inside myself. The VIP room spun around me, and the hazy purple lights blurred the faces of the men watching from the shadows, cigars forgotten in their hands. My body was slick with sweat, my core clenched around nothing, and my juice dripped down my thighs like a traitor, but my mind screamed,"Run!This couldn’t be real. My ethics professor, the man whose voice alone made me tremble in class, was here, in this den of sin, looking at me like I was prey he’d been stalking for months. He didn’t hesitate. One hand grabbed my wrist, yanking my fingers out of my cunt with a wet pop that echoed too loud.I gasped as he slammed me chest-first against the pole, the cold metal biting into my nipples through the harness. My body bent involuntarily, submitting to him."What the fuck"I started, but his knee pushed between my legs, spreading me wide and grinding hard against my clit and balls until I cried out

LUNA’S POVWhen Jax and Marcus slammed the door to the alley behind them, Elliott's fingers were still deep in my leaking pussy, pushing his cum deeper inside me. His mouth devoured mine in sloppy, possessive kisses, and his teeth nipped my lower lip until I tasted blood. The cold brick wall scraped my back as he ground against me.I gasped, "They're gone,"but he kept going, The wet sounds of cum on his palm were dirty in the quiet night. He said, "Not gone far enough,"and pulled back just enough to turn me around and face the wall. My thong was long gone, and my pants were twisted around my ankles from the club. My ass was out and shining. He pulled my cheeks apart and moved his thumb around my rim before dipping in next to the mess he had made."You let that dancer touch you. Flirt with you. In front of me." His voice was thick and dark with jealousy. "Jax is just""Jax is a problem."Behind me, Elliott's belt clinked open. I heard the zip, then felt the blunt head of his co

The video looped again on Marcus’s cracked phone screen,my voice, high and desperate, begging Elliott to fuck me harder. The sound flooded the tiny office like poison gas. Jax still had Marcus pinned to the floor, knee grinding into his chest, but even he froze when the dean’s name flashed in the upload notification: "Uploading to secure cloud… 47% complete." Elliott stepped fully into the room. The door clicked shut behind him with surgical finality. His suit remained immaculate, but his eyes burned,wildfire, pure, unfiltered rage. He didn’t glance at Marcus. He didn’t glance at Jax. He looked only at me. And that look cracked something deep in my chest. “You came alone.” Not a question. A statement soaked in betrayal. “I,” My throat seized. “Marcus said if I didn’t,” “You didn’t trust me to handle it.” His voice dropped, colder now. “You walked into a trap instead of waiting five fucking minutes.” Jax shoved Marcus harder into the carpet. “Back off, Professor. She

Elliott’s apartment loomed like a fortress in the night, lights dim behind floor-to-ceiling windows. My knees ached from the crawl across the tile, wrists bound tight behind my back with his belt. The key Jax gave me dug into my thigh pocket, a secret weight, while the flash drive burned in the other. I paused at the bedroom threshold, heart slamming, clit already swollen and throbbing between my thighs.He stood there shirtless, muscles etched under warm lamplight, slacks tented obscenely. His gray eyes raked over me like fire. “On the bed. Face down. Ass up.”I obeyed, scrambling onto the king-sized mattress, knees spreading wide. The sheets smelled like him, clean linen and sin. He circled me slowly, a predator assessing prey. “You let him fuck you,” he said again, voice a low rumble. “Let him come inside what’s mine.”I whimpered. “I’m sorry, ”“Not yet, you’re not.” His hand cracked across my ass, sharp, stinging. I jolted, pussy clenching around the mixed loads still inside me.