All Chapters of My Ruthless Professor : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Mr. Jefri abruptly broke off my consuming kiss, pinning both of my wrists securely against the mattress. "Do not push me, Erika. You will only live to regret this later." My lips continued to rebel, desperately straining to close the distance back to his mouth. "I won't regret a single thing, Sir... Do it right now!" I whined breathlessly. Yielding to the relentless pressure, Mr. Jefri finally desisted his restraint. He aggressively unbuttoned his shirt, leaving the broad expanse of his chest completely bare. I lost no time in stripping out of my own garments until I was reduced to just my undergarments, my hands wandering across the firm contours of his chest with unbridled desire. "Finally, I get to touch these muscles again," I whispered darkly, dragging my lips across his skin. However, before I could push the encounter any further, he suddenly scooped my frame into his arms and carried me straight into the adjacent

Mr. Jefri systematically stripped away the final remnants of my clothing, granting himself absolute freedom to explore every single inch of my bare skin. Even the sensitive curve of my underarms did not escape his path; he pressed remarkably tender, playful kisses there, resembling a feline at play. The intoxicating fusion of ticklish friction and raw stimulation caused my frame to writhe restlessly against the sheets. "Mmmhhh... Aahhh..." My breathless groans flowed in a continuous, unbroken cadence as his lips slowly migrated downward. Every patch of my skin felt thoroughly slick from the burning trail of his mouth. The absolute second he shifted lower to completely consume the core of my femininity, I felt as though the entire room were spinning on its axis. The deafening cracks of thunder detonating outside no longer harbored any power to terrify me; I was completely consumed by a roaring chemical fire, amplified by the violent rhythm of the rain hammering r

Mr. Jefri closed the physical deficit between us even further, until the warm exhalation of his breath brushed softly against the strands of my hair. "Yes, I am in love with her," he murmured in a low, heavy register. In an instant, my heart felt as though it had been struck by a violent bolt of lightning. Even though I had internally anticipated that exact response from him, the absolute reality of it proved to be monumentally more agonizing. The steady timber of Mr. Jefri’s voice openly confessing his devotion to another woman functioned exactly like a razor-sharp blade, deliberately scoring the deepest recesses of my soul. "However, she has not yet proven willing to accept my presence in her life," he continued smoothly, without offering the slightest loosening of his possessive embrace. I stood utterly stunned in the silence of my own mind. He was capable of effortlessly declaring his love for another woman mer

"Hello! Where on earth are you?" I hastily pulled the mobile device away from my ear, squinting at the illuminated display to audit the caller identity. In a fraction of a second, the unbridled adrenaline that had previously fueled my spirit completely evaporated. My frame grew thoroughly listless once more, and I permitted my body to collapse back onto the mattress with a heavy, unmotivated movement. "Hello, Dita?" I answered, my vocal register dropping into a completely drained, hollow timber. "What is wrong with you? You sound as though receiving a telephone call from me is a source of absolute misery." "It's nothing. I merely reasoned that it was someone else..." "And who exactly were you expecting it to be?" Naturally, I was desperately praying that the caller would be Mr. Jefri. I had anchored myself by the phone for two agonizing h

Dita systematically mirrored my movements, extracting her lower limbs from the aquatic depths to anchor herself in a cross-legged posture directly opposite my frame. "But you must throw me an ironclad guarantee that you will not lose your composure, understood?" I aligned my spine into a rigid posture, my internal faculties completely hijacked by an intense impatience to finally receive a dispatch of unadulterated happiness regarding Dita’s future. After a prolonged interval spanning multiple years, she had finally engineered a way to permanently sever her psychological attachments to Roy. I felt a genuine, localized surge of joy on her behalf. "Disclose the details immediately... you are deliberately torturing my curiosity," I pressed relentlessly. Dita permitted a massive, radiant smile to soften her facial architecture. Judging by her structural expressions, she was experiencing a state of absolute, unbridled ec