《Fucked Raw By My School's Billionaire Owner 》全部章節：第 91 章 - 第 100 章

The campus quad felt like a battlefield I hadn’t signed up for. I walked with my head down, laptop bag banging against my hip. I could still feel Damien’s hands on me, the way he’d bent me over the island like he needed to remind both of us who I belonged to, the raw sound of his voice growling “you’re mine” while he fucked me deep enough to make my legs shake for hours afterward. It had been intense.But the afterglow had faded by morning, leaving behind the quiet unease I couldn’t quite shake. His calm, commanding voice on that call still echoed. I loved him. God, I loved him so much it hurt sometimes. But loving Damien Blackwood meant loving the shadows too, and I wasn’t sure how deep they went or if I was strong enough to stand in them without losing pieces of myself.I pushed the thoughts aside as I slipped into the lecture hall for Professor Lang’s class. The room was already filling up, I found a seat near the middle, pulled out my notebook, and tried to focus. I needed normal

The week had passed in a strange and suspicious way. Damien had been… different. Not in a bad way, exactly. He was more attentive, more present. He’d taken me to my favorite bookstore twice, sat through my long rants about corporate law cases without checking his phone once, and fucked me with a kind of desperate tenderness that left me breathless and sore in the best ways. But there was something underneath it all. A quiet excitement he couldn’t quite hide.I noticed the way he’d disappear into his office for “calls” that ended with him smiling. The way Sofia had been texting me less than usual, which was suspicious as hell because that girl could talk for hours about nothing. Something was brewing. I just didn’t know what.By Friday evening, I was exhausted from a long day of classes and another awkward run-in with Alex, who had kept his distance but still managed to shoot me loaded looks across the quad. I stepped into the penthouse expecting the usual takeout, couch cuddling, mayb

The satisfaction on Lila’s face when she walked off made me want to scream. The edited photos were still burned into my mind, me and Alex in positions I had never been in, angles that looked damning, moments that never happened. My hands shook as I clutched my phone, the screen now dark but the damage already done.Damien had walked away. Not stormed off in rage, but quietly, like the weight of those pictures had sucked the fight out of him. That hurt worse than shouting ever could.I stood up slowly, wiping my face with the back of my hand. The green dress that had felt beautiful an hour ago now felt like a costume for a night that had gone horribly wrong. I took the private elevator up to the penthouse, my heart pounding louder with every floor.When the doors opened, the living room was dimly lit. Damien stood at the bar, back to me, pouring himself another drink. The ring box sat on the counter beside the bottle like a dead thing.“Damien,” I said softly, stepping inside.He didn’

The ride to Sofia’s apartment was a blur of silent tears. I kept my forehead pressed against the window. Every block that took me farther from the penthouse felt like another crack in my chest. I had walked out. Actually walked out. Not in a dramatic storm, but with quiet finality that hurt worse than any shouting match.Sofia’s building came into view too soon. I paid the driver and dragged my suitcase up the stairs. By the time I reached her door, my arms were shaking and my eyes were swollen.She opened it before I could knock, like she had been waiting. One look at my face and she pulled me inside without a word, wrapping me in one of those bone-crushing hugs only Sofia could give.“Baby girl, what the hell happened?” she asked, voice soft but urgent. She took my suitcase and led me straight to the couch, where a half-eaten tub of ice cream and two spoons were already waiting. Classic Sofia preparedness.I collapsed onto the cushions and let everything spill out. The proposal on t

Three days. Three entire days. That was how long I had managed to avoid Damien.Not that he wasn't trying.The first morning after his text, flowers arrived at Sofia's apartment. A ridiculous amount of flowers.Sofia had opened the door, stared at the massive arrangement, then immediately yelled:"OH MY GOD. HE'S DECLARING WAR WITH BOTANICAL WEAPONS."The delivery guy nearly dropped the vase laughing.I rolled my eyes.Sofia took approximately seventeen selfies with the flowers before finally handing me the card.I miss you.Just three words.Somehow that made it worse.Because it sounded exactly like Damien.Not the angry version.Not the jealous version.The version I loved.The version I was trying very hard not to think about.Unfortunately, my brain was being deeply uncooperative.Everywhere I looked, something reminded me of him. It was becoming a problem, a very annoying problem.Sofia was enjoying every second of it."You know," she said on the third day while we were sitting