Todos los capítulos de 100 WAYS TO SIN: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

HARPER.I sat in the back row of the lecture hall like I always did, my legs crossed tightly under the desk, my tennis bag shoved against the wall beside me. The room smelled like old wood and coffee, and Dr. Kane’s voice carried through it with that calm, precise tone that made every sentence feel important. I was taking notes as fast as I could, but my hand kept pausing because I was too busy watching the way he moved when he wrote on the board. The way his shirt stretched across his shoulders. The way he pushed his sleeves up to his elbows when he got passionate about a passage. I hated how aware I was of him.Literature seminar was supposed to be my easy elective. Instead it was kicking my ass. I had a big paper due in two days and I knew it wasn’t good enough. I had spent most of last night staring at a blinking cursor instead of actually writing. My body still ached from morning practice — quads burning, shoulders tight from all the serves. Being on the tennis team meant I was u

Harper’s POVI left Dr. Kane’s office that evening with my skin still tingling where his hand had brushed my lower back. The walk back to my dorm felt longer than usual, every step echoing the quiet tension that had been building between us for the past few days. I kept replaying the moment at the door — the way he had looked at me, the slight hesitation in his voice when he said goodnight. It wasn’t just my imagination anymore. Something was shifting, and it terrified me as much as it excited me.The next lecture I sat in my usual spot in the back, trying to focus on the discussion about modernist poetry. But my eyes kept drifting to him. The way he leaned against the desk when he spoke. The small furrow between his brows when a student asked a challenging question. He caught me staring once and held my gaze for a beat longer than necessary before looking away. My stomach did that familiar flip again. I spent the rest of class pressing my thighs together under the desk, trying to ign

Harper’s POVWe stayed like that for what felt like a long time, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other in. My heart was still racing from the kiss, and my lips felt warm and a little swollen. Dr. Kane’s hand was still cupping the side of my face, his thumb brushing lightly over my cheekbone. I could feel the slight tremble in his fingers, like he was fighting the same battle I was. This was wrong. Deeply wrong. He was my professor. I was his student. If anyone ever found out, it could end his career and destroy my reputation on campus. But in that quiet office with the door closed and the late afternoon light coming through the window, none of those facts felt as real as the way his mouth had felt against mine.“I’ve been thinking about doing that for weeks,” he admitted quietly, his voice rough around the edges. “Every time you came in here. Every time we sat on this couch. I kept telling myself to stop, that it was inappropriate, that I was supposed to be the professional

Harper’s POV We stayed tangled together on his couch for a long time afterward, skin cooling slowly, breaths gradually evening out. Elias had one arm wrapped around my back, his fingers tracing slow, absent patterns along my spine. My head rested on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat under my ear. I could feel the light sheen of sweat between us, the way my leg was draped over his, and the soft press of his softening cock against my thigh. Everything felt heavy and intimate in a way I had never experienced before. My body was sore in the best possible way — a deep, satisfied ache between my legs, my nipples still sensitive from his mouth, my skin tingling everywhere he had touched. I didn’t speak for a while. I just lay there, breathing him in, trying to hold onto the warmth of the moment before the rest of the world crept back in. Because the guilt was already starting to stir again, quiet but insistent, curling in my stomach like smoke. He was my professor.

Dr. Kane’s POV I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my eyes with the heel of my hand. The stack of papers on my desk had barely been touched. Instead of grading, I had spent the last twenty minutes staring at my phone, rereading the last message Harper had sent me this morning — a simple “Have a good day” with a small smiley face. It was innocent enough, but it made something warm and uncomfortable twist in my chest. I kept thinking about last weekend at the cabin. The way she had looked at me when we were lying in bed together. The quiet way she had traced patterns on my skin while we talked about nothing important. I wasn’t sure what this was anymore. Lust? Affection? Something deeper that I had no business feeling for a twenty-year-old student? It had only been a few weeks, but she was already under my skin in a way no one else had been in years. I told myself it was just physical attraction mixed with the thrill of the forbidden. I was her professor. Twelve years older. This was s