Semua Bab Dripping Wet: A Collection of Forbidden Desires: Bab 81 - Bab 90

The university’s annual Literature Department Gala was a glittering trap, impossible to avoid. Professors, deans, and the brightest students filled the elegantly decorated hall, crystal chandeliers casting golden light over velvet drapes and long tables heavy with wine and hors d'oeuvres. Professor Kane had warned Lila twice that morning—*be careful, stay modest, don’t test me*—but the moment she stepped into the hall, every eye in the room locked onto her like predators scenting fresh blood.Lila wore a sinful deep burgundy dress that clung to her soft, hourglass curves like it had been painted on. The plunging neckline dove daringly low, barely containing her full, heavy breasts and offering a generous, mouth-watering view of her cleavage. The high slit on the left side ran almost to her hip, flashing smooth, toned thigh and the lace edge of her black panties with every step. Her long chestnut hair cascaded in soft, glossy waves down her back, and her subtle makeup—smoky eyes and

The department results were posted on the notice board early Monday morning. Lila Bennett — straight A+ in Advanced Literary Theory, full marks, the highest in the entire batch. Whispers spread like wildfire. Top students congratulated her, but the real reason behind that perfect score walked toward her with a controlled, predatory smile.Professor Kane stood beside her as she stared at the board, his hand brushing possessively against her lower back. “My brilliant girl,” he murmured low enough only she could hear. “You earned every point… especially the ones you took on your knees in my office last week.”Lila blushed deeply, arousal already pooling between her thighs under her modest skirt. “Thank you, Professor.”Kane’s eyes darkened. “Dinner tonight. My treat. Wear something that makes me want to bend you over the table. Then… we’re leaving for the lake house. Three days. Just us. No one to interrupt while I reward this perfect little body.”---That evening, Lila stepped into th

The whispers had turned into open suspicion. By the following week, the entire Literature Department was buzzing. Lila could feel the stares everywhere — jealous students, curious faculty, and lingering doubts after the urgent meeting. Kane, however, remained unfazed. His obsession with Lila had only grown stronger after their yacht birthday night. He wanted her more than ever.Late one evening, after most people had left campus, Kane summoned her to his office with a simple text: “Come to me. Now.”Lila slipped inside, heart racing. Kane locked the door and immediately pulled her into a fierce kiss, his hands gripping her ass possessively. “They think they can question us?” he growled against her lips. “Let them. Tonight, I’m going to remind you exactly who you belong to.”He pushed her onto his desk, spreading her legs wide. No foreplay this time — he freed his massive, throbbing cock and slammed into her soaked pussy in one brutal thrust. The desk shook violently as he fucked h

The roar of 50,000 fans still echoed in Kai Storm’s ears as he stepped off the stage at Madison Square Garden. Sweat glistened on his tattooed chest, his black shirt clinging to his muscular frame. At 34, Kai was the undisputed king of rock — raw voice, electric stage presence, and a reputation for living as hard as he performed. Women threw themselves at him every night. But for the past year, something had been missing. The music felt hollow. The lyrics felt forced.Backstage, the after-party was already in full swing. Bottles of expensive whiskey flowed, groupies in short dresses laughed too loudly, and his bandmates were deep in celebration. Kai sat in a quiet corner of the green room, scrolling through his phone, when a demo track caught his attention.It was sent by his manager earlier that day. A simple voice note from an unsigned 22-year-old songwriter named Nova Ellis. Her voice was pure velvet — husky, emotional, with a haunting vulnerability that cut straight through the

Sunlight filtered weakly through the heavy curtains of the presidential suite, casting a soft golden haze over the tangled silk sheets. Nova stirred, her body deliciously sore in all the right places. Strong arms tightened around her waist, pulling her back against a hard, warm chest. Kai’s breath ghosted over her neck, his morning voice rough and low. “Morning, Muse,” he murmured, lips brushing her skin. Before she could fully wake, he was moving—sliding down her body with predatory grace. Nova gasped as he parted her thighs, his dark head disappearing between them. His tongue was slow and lazy at first, savoring her like fine wine. Long, deliberate licks that traced her folds and circled her clit with torturous precision. Nova’s hands fisted the sheets, hips arching off the bed. “Kai… fuck…” He groaned against her, the vibration sending sparks up her spine. “Taste even better in the morning.” He sucked her clit gently, then firmer, slipping two thick fingers inside her already