All Chapters of Her Whispers, his ruin( Poisonous seduction): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

****The Next Day **** Whispers followed me everywhere I walked. Students who used to lower their eyes now stared openly, some smirking, others filming discreetly. The tennis court drama had gone viral overnight Professor Winsley dragging me off the court, my tears, the way I ran and they were loving every second of it. I stormed into the lecture hall for Literature with my head high, short skirt swaying…. Andrena and Christiana flanked me like always, but even……they seem quiet today. The humiliation from yesterday still burned in my chest, but I turned it into fuel. Professor Winsley stood at the podium, looking as unbothered and commanding as ever. His dark eyes flicked to me the moment I entered, but he said nothing. No “little bird.” No extra glare. Just pure control. I dropped into the front row, crossed my legs slowly, and stared him down. Let him see I wasn’t broken. Let him remember what he said to me. Class started normally enough — more Romeo and Juliet talk, m

I strolled toward them, but before I could get there, Professor Winsley walked away. “He smiled at me,” Polly gushed, and Diana and Freda screamed, hugging her. Andrena and Christiana walked toward me again. “Josephine, you haven’t been picking up our calls—why?” Andrena whispered. “We called like sixteen times yesterday,” Christiana said softly. “So? Did I *lose* something?” I snarled. “We were worried. The hostel was empty without you… we’re your roomies. Have you forgotten?” Andrena muttered. “Yeah, I went home,” . “I went to the place where there’s no fake love.” I snarled again, taking a gum from my bra and chewing it. “Invite us to your home!” Christiana jumped like a child. “Christiana, take a chill pill,” Andrena cautioned. Yeah, she knows. I’m not to be stressed. They haven’t shown how loyal they can be to me….. for me to allow them into my private life. As I walked to class, I met Crocs sitting in the chair behind mine. He gave a cheeky smile, and I scof

**Professor Winsley’s POV** I sat on my couch, my laptop was open, I was trying — and failing — to focus on next week’s literature*Sinful Intentions*. My mind kept drifting back to the library. Josephine on her knees, those full lips parted, eyes burning with defiance and something far more dangerous. *Fuck.* She was hot. Insanely, unfairly hot. The kind of beauty that could make a man forget every oath he’d ever taken. Curves that didn’t quit, long dark hair that begged to be wrapped around a fist, and that wicked mouth… I hated how my body had reacted. How my cock had throbbed when she whispered those filthy words. I wasn’t supposed to want her. She was twenty-one. My student. A walking disaster wrapped in designer clothes and daddy’s billions. And I had Elara. Sweet, humble Elara, who had stood by me through everything. Guilt twisted in my gut. I took out my phone, my aim just to scroll through some I*******m quotes and reels… when this she-devil, Josephine Maradona, popped up

My world came back in fragments. My wrists were zip-tied behind my back, ankles bound too. The short black dress I’d worn to the club had ridden up my thighs, exposing too much skin. I tugged at the restraints, heart slamming against my ribs. “What the fuck…” My voice came out hoarse, slurred from whatever they’d injected me with. A low chuckle echoed from the darkness. A man stepped into the circle of light. He was tall, built like a brick wall, face scarred and twisted with rage. In his right hand, a long knife glinted, the blade catching the bulb’s glow. My stomach dropped. “Hello, Sweet Poison,” he growled, crouching down so his face was inches from mine. His breath smelled like cheap whiskey and hate. “My name is Marcus Kane. Does my name ring any bells, you spoiled little bitch?” I tried to scoot back, but the wall stopped me. “I don’t know you—” “You don’t?” He laughed, sharp and ugly, pressing the flat of the knife under my chin. The cold steel made me freeze. “My

So shameless… I mumbled, wrapping my arm tighter around Professor Winsley’s neck. My lips pressed against his face tenderly, then moved to his neck, kissing him hard, sucking on his warm skin like I wanted to leave my mark there forever. “Touch me the way you did last night…” I whispered, my voice shaky and needy. My fingers rubbed over his hard chest, feeling the tattoos under my palm. “Please, Winsley”. He didn’t push me away. For a second, his body went completely still. Maybe he was shocked. Maybe he secretly loved the way I felt against him. I didn’t care which one. I just kept kissing his neck, pressing my full breasts against his chest, grinding softly…. Elara moved fast. Before I could blink, she grabbed my arm and yanked me off him with surprising strength. Two dirty, hot slaps landed across my face — Paa! Paa! — sending me crashing backward into the bedstand. “Ahhhh!!!” I screamed as my forehead slammed against the sharp edge. Pain exploded behind my eyes.