All Chapters of 100 Nights of Forbidden Fire : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

BY the third day of the tutoring session, a rhythm had formed.Sessions had become structured, disciplined and predictable. At least… on the surface.Zayne leaned back slightly in his chair, pen tapping lightly against his notebook as Ms. Lesley moved across the board, explaining a concept for what felt like the third time. Her handwriting was neat and precise, just like everything else about her.She was nothing but controlled, careful and untouchable. And yet… his eyes didn’t stay on the board for long.They drifted, and to her.To the way she carried herself, every movement deliberate, every step measured. The soft sway of her hips when she walked. The way she paused ever so slightly when she knew— knew— he was looking.Because she did know. And he had caught it. Not once, not twice, several times now. Those quick and sharp glances, almost accidental, but not quite.She would look at him like she was studying him, like he was just another subject to analyze, but then there was some

THE next day didn’t feel different, but somehow, it was.Ms. Lesley walked into the lecture hall with her usual composed grace, heels clicking softly against the tiled floor, her expression calm and unreadable.Students settled almost instantly.Including Zayne.He sat where he always did now, close enough to pay attention, far enough to avoid suspicion. Or at least… that had been the plan.Because today, something was off.It started small. A glance at first, brief and almost accidental when Ms. Lesley’s eyes lifted from her notes and met his. The gaze held for a while, then slipped away.Zayne’s lips curved just slightly.And that, that was what changed everything because across the room, Mara saw it.At first, she said nothing. She simply watched.Watched the way his attention stayed locked on the front longer than usual. Watched the way Ms. Lesley’s tone shifted— subtle, but there. Softer when she addressed him. Sharper when she looked away.And then it happened again.Another gla

BY the next morning, everyone knew.Whispers filled the hallways like wildfire, spreading from one corner of the school to another.“Did you hear?”“Ms. Lesley…”“With a student…”“Zayne…”It didn’t matter where you stood, what class you were in or who you spoke to. The story had already taken on a life of its own.And at the center of it all was her.Ms. Lesley couldn’t bear it. The looks. The murmurs that stopped when she passed. The judgment, it was loud even in silence.She had barely stepped onto campus before turning right back around and drove straight home.Her hands tight on the steering wheel, heart heavier than she could remember.Shame had a way of sitting deep in the chest and refusing to move.Zayne found out not long after. Not from whispers or from rumors, but from confrontation.Mara didn’t even try to hide it.“I spread it,” she said, her voice steady, almost satisfied. “They deserved to know.”For a moment, he just stared at her, trying to process.“You what?” His v

THE early morning cold bit into Amelia's skin as she pressed her face against her window pan, watching the man that didn't seem to care about the weather. Just like every other day, the hunk of a male with a body carved from granite, jogged across the street without his shirt on. Leo was his name. She'd learnt it from gossiping with her gardener one evening and she had listened to him tell her everything about Leo. Her husband, Arthur, wheezed softly in the oversized four-poster bed behind her, his breathing a shallow, reedy sound that had become the soundtrack in the little cage that was now her daily life. “Another beautiful morning, darling?” Arthur’s voice rasped, thin and papery, pulling her from her reverie. He didn’t open his eyes, just stirred, a slight tremor running through his old frame. She turned from the window with her fake practices smile setting on her lips. "I'm doing perfectly well, Arthur darling. I'm just admiring the roses. They are particularly vibrant toda

HE didn't wait for her to finish talking as his thrusts began to get more powerful, as if her dirty words had unlocked something primal inside him. He grabbed her ass, squeezing and arching it to his taste, driving himself deeper. Her pussy clenched around him, milking him with every movement. She could feel herself spiraling again, the new pleasure that was building came from being pounded like a slut, and every single nerve of her body loved it “You’re a filthy little slut, aren’t you?” he whispered against her neck, his teeth gently nipping her skin. “Wanting it so bad, huh?“Yes,” she sobbed, tears mixing with sweat on her face. “I’m your slut, Leo. Your cum dump. Fill me up. Please, Leo, please....”He pulled out, just enough to torment her, then slammed back in, eliciting a loud moan from her. The air was pushed out of her lungs with a gasp and he kept his rhythm, pushing her deeper into the wall, her back protesting but her body craving more.“Look at you,” he panted with