Fifty Shades of Desire: A Collection of Lust and Love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

The heavy lecture hall doors clicked shut as the Dean left the room.Our new professor turned his broad back to the tiered rows of students, picking up a piece of chalk and writing his name in sharp, aggressive strokes across the chalkboard.Travis Smith.Just reading those two words fanned the burning flames of lust already pooling low in my belly. He turned back around, dusting his hands off, and opened his mouth to speak.“I will be your professor this semester.”His deep, resonant baritone voice filled the massive room, sending a violent shiver straight down my spine. The sheer authority in his tone, combined with the lethal, powerful build of his body beneath that suit... damn it. Everything about this man belonged to me. He just didn’t know it yet.Just like that, Professor Travis launched directly into his syllabus. As for me, I should have been sitting obediently with my notebook open like the rest of the brainless students in the room, but I didn’t. Instead of listening, I le

By Thursday afternoon, the anticipation had turned into a burning fever. I dressed deliberately for his 2:00 PM lecture. I wore a tight, low-cut black knit sweater and a pleated plaid skirt that barely covered my hips. I skipped wearing a bra entirely, letting my nipples press sharply against the thin fabric. When I stepped into the lecture hall, the room was already half-full. Students were chattering, flipping through textbooks, completely oblivious to the war that had broken out in this room forty-eight hours ago. Travis was standing near his podium, reviewing his notes. The moment the door clicked shut behind me, his head snapped up. His eyes locked onto mine, tracking me as I walked up the steps toward the back row. His gaze dropped briefly to my chest, taking in the clear outline of my hard nipples beneath my sweater, before snapping back to my face. I took my seat in the very back, leaning my chin on my palm, a quiet smirk playing on my lips. Throughout the entire hour-and

Four days had passed since Travis first completely destroyed me against his office door, and our dirty little routine was already in full swing.It was late Friday afternoon. The campus was empty as students headed out for the weekend, but behind the locked door at the end of the faculty corridor, Travis had me bent completely over his massive mahogany desk.My skirt was pulled up around my waist, my top tossed onto his leather chair, and the heavy, rhythmic slaps of skin on skin echoed loudly in the room.Slap. Slap. Slap.“Urgh, Professor...” I whimpered, my cheek pressed flat against the cool leather blotter, my fingers clutching the polished edge of the desk for dear life as he drove his thick, throbbing length all the way to the hilt inside my soaking wet pussy.“You’re so goddamn tight today, Lina,” he groaned from behind me, his hands locked around my hips, pulling my pelvis back into his heavy, relentless thrusts. “Can’t get enough of your professor’s dick, can you?”“No... ne

“Lady Rosamund,” Evelina called, pulling me out of my thoughts. “We have arrived.” I sighed, not out of relief but in fear. My hands gripped my dress tightly. We have arrived. That thought filled my head. I stared at the castle from inside the carriage. It loomed high into the gray sky, its dark stone towers casting long, imposing shadows over the courtyard. The moment I saw it, the fear inside me grew even stronger. I knew that whatever awaited me in this castle was nothing but evil. “My lady,” Evelina said, offering her hand. “Allow me to help you down.” I looked at her, well aware that she was just a spy sent by my parents to watch my every move. Coming here wasn’t my choice; my family had forced me into this nightmare. Everyone knew Duke Tristan. He was ruthless, cruel, and I was set to become his tenth bride. Every single woman before me had been reported dead on the very first day of her marriage. The rumors were horrific—they said he slaughtered them, drank their

I couldn’t risk finding out. If survival meant surrendering my pride, then pride was a luxury I had to abandon.My fingers, cold and clumsy with fear, managed to unclasp the heavy brass buckle of his leather belt. The sharp metal clicked in the silence of the room. I worked at the fastenings of his dark trousers, my pulse hammering so violently in my ears that it drowned out the crackle of the fireplace behind me. My breath hitched as the fabric fell away, revealing his fully aroused, impressive length. He was thick, veiny, and intimidating—a physical extension of the absolute power he held over the realm, and over me.“Well?” Tristan’s voice cut through the air, dark and smooth as velvet, though laced with a lethal edge of impatience. “Don’t keep your lord waiting, Rosamund.”I took a shuddering breath, my knees digging into the thick plush rug beneath me. I leaned forward, my hands settling on his hard, muscular thighs for balance. The heat radiating from his skin was startling, a s