All Chapters of NAUGHTY DESIRES: A COLLECTION OF DARK EROTICA : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The bright lights of the humanities building shone above me as I stood outside Professor Adrian Cole's office with my research proposal clutched in hands that trembled slightly. The door was slightly open, and through the little opening I could see him sitting over his desk, reading glasses sitting low on his nose, a cup of black coffee steaming beside his elbow. At forty-three, he was distinguished in a way that made my twenty-two years old heart stutter… hair swept back, sharp jaw, broad shoulders.I knocked softly."Come in," he said without looking up, his voice deep.I pushed the door open and stepped inside, my heels clicking against the hard floor."Good day Professor Adrian," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "I'm Lena Carter. From your Contemporary Literature seminar"He looked up then, he removed his glasses slowly."Miss Lena Carter," he said with a faint smile, "

We continued fucking after Sarah had left the papers outside the door. He pulled back from the intense kiss, his gray eyes dark with hunger."Get on your knees," he said, his voice low and commanding. I obeyed, sinking to the tiles, looking up at him expectantly. But instead of reaching for his cock, he moved to his desk, pulling open a drawer and taking out something I couldn't see. He turned back to me, and in his hand was an old camera… vintage, the kind that printed out photos as they took immediately."I want to document this," he said, his voice rough. "It's one of the many kinks I have.My breath caught. "That's risky. If anyone found those…""They won't." He squatted in front of me, his free hand cupping my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. "I'll keep them locked away. Just for us.”I should have said no. Every rational part of my brain screamed that this was dangerous, reckless, insane. But the look in his eyes… The raw, desperate need… made my resistance crumble.

I avoided him for a week.I sat in the back row of his lectures, my laptop closed, my eyes fixed on my notebook. I wore high-necked blouses and long skirts. I left as soon as the final bell rang, disappearing into the crowd before he could catch my eye.He texted me. I didn't reply.He called. I let it go to voicemail.The messages started desperate, then angry, then resigned.Lena, We need to talk.Fine. Have it your way.I told myself it was for the best. But at night, alone in my bed, I touched myself to the memory of his hands, his mouth, his cock. I came with his name on my lips, and hated myself for it.It was a Tuesday when everything fell apart.I was walking across campus, my head down, my earbuds in, when I heard my name."Lena."I looked up. Professor Adiran stood ten feet away, his hands in his pockets, his gray eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my stomach flip."Can we talk?" he asked. "Please. Just five minutes."I should have kept walking. I should have ignor

Two weeks turned into three, then four. Soon the season ended, and with it, the excuse to see Evan Cruz ended too. No games meant no change up locker room encounters. No stolen sex moments in the showers. No desperate kisses against cold lockers.I told myself it was fine. It was just a one-time thing, a mistake resulting from the heat of the game.But at night, alone in my bed, I couldn't stop thinking about the way his mouth felt, the way his hands gripped my shoulders, the way he said my name, the way he teased me whenever we were alone, the look in eyes whenever he looked at me.I needed to see him again.I found his address through a close friend, making up some excuse about returning a jersey he had left behind. It was a lie, a flimsy one, but it got me what I wanted.His house was on the edge of town, a modest two-story building with a basketball hoop in the driveway and a dog barking from the backyard. I parked down the street, my hands sweating on the steering wheel, questi

The construction site was a skeleton of steel and wood, rising from a dirt lot on the edge of town. I showed up at six in the morning, still half-asleep. Kevin's uncle, a bear of a man named Frank, handed me a hard hat and pointed me toward a pile of lumber."You're with me today, kid. Try not to die."The work was brutal. My shoulders ached, my hands blistered, and by noon, I was covered in sweat and sawdust. But it felt good. Honest. It kept my mind off Evan.Until he showed up.I was on the second floor, nailing down the flooring, when I heard a familiar voice below. I looked down and saw him, standing next to Frank, wearing a hard hat and a smirk. He looked up, our eyes met, and he winked."What are you doing here?" I asked when he climbed up to join me."Frank's my uncle's brother-in-law. I've been working here for two summers." He picked up a hammer, testing its weight. "Looks like we're coworkers now."I stared at him, my heart pounding. "This is a bad idea.""Probably." He swu