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CHAPTER 1The OfferEvie’s pov “Professor Voss,I really don’t know what to say,” I whispered, standing there in front of his desk after everyone else had left the classroom. My fingers kept twisting the strap of my bag because I could feel his eyes on me, heavy and sure. Julian Voss was forty years old and looked like he spent every spare minute working with his hands. Right now those hands rested on the edge of the desk while he watched me like I was already something he planned to shape.He leaned back a little, arms crossed over his chest. “You don’t need to say much, Evie. I saw your sketches today. The way you draw a woman’s tits and the soft curve between her thighs. Most students just copy pretty lines.You make me feel the heat coming off the paper, like the girl in your drawing is wet and nervous and trying to hide it.” His voice stayed calm but it sent a warm rush straight between my legs. “I want that same feeling in my new exhibition. I want you as my private muse.”

Chapter 3: His Touch“The pose needs fixing to show the right emotion,” Julian said as he set his charcoal down and stepped onto the platform with me. His voice stayed low and commanding, the same tone he used in class but heavier now that I was standing there completely naked in front of him. “Stay exactly where you are, Evie. I’m going to adjust you with my hands so the lines are perfect for the sculpture.”I swallowed hard, my heart beating so fast it felt like it was pounding between my legs. “You’re going to touch me now?” I asked, my voice coming out breathy and small. My tits rose and fell with every quick breath, nipples still hard and tight from being stared at for so long. My pussy lips felt swollen and slick, a slow trickle of wetness already sliding down my inner thigh because I was so exposed and turned on.Julian moved closer until I could feel the heat from his body. “Yes. I need the real shape, the way your body reacts when it’s being handled. Lift your chin a li

Chapter 5: He Claims HerEvie’s pov“Professor, your hands are still on my hips and my pussy is completely open like this,” I whispered, my voice shaky as I lay on the velvet chaise with my legs spread wider and my hips tilted up exactly how he had positioned me. My tits heaved with every fast breath and my slick pussy lips felt so exposed under the bright lights.I could feel my own wetness slowly dripping down toward my ass. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold this pose without touching myself. It aches so bad.”Julian stood over me, eyes locked between my spread thighs.He stepped fully onto the platform, his big body filling the space between my legs. “The pose is good, Evie, but art needs truth. I need to feel your body respond. I need to taste how wet your cunt is, stretch it, and fuck it until it gives me the real surrender I want on that bronze.” His voice was low and rough, completely honest now.My breath caught. “You’re really going to fuck me right here on the cha

Chapter 7: Deeper Surrender Evie’s POV My cheek rested against Julian’s sweaty chest, heart hammering as I stayed fully seated on his thick cock. Our mixed cum leaked slowly around his shaft, coating his balls and the velvet beneath us. Every tiny twitch of his softening length sent aftershocks through my overstimulated walls. I clenched around him deliberately, earning a deep groan that vibrated against my breasts. “You’re still hungry for it,” he murmured, voice dark with renewed lust. His hands gripped my ass cheeks, spreading them as he rocked up once, forcing a whimper from my throat. “Good. Because I’m nowhere near finished claiming this young cunt tonight.” He lifted me off him with surprising strength. His cock slid free with a wet pop, and a flood of cum poured down my thighs. Before I could catch my breath, Julian flipped me onto my hands and knees on the wide chaise. The velvet felt cool against my heated palms and knees. He positioned himself behind me, one large han

Chapter 1: The InvitationHarper’s POVThis place feels like a dream. Two full weeks at Mia’s lakeside mansion while she completes her internship. Marcus stays buried in city projects most days, so the entire house belongs to me. Perfect quiet for finishing my art portfolio.I unpack quickly, then slip into my tiniest red bikini. The strings barely cover anything. No one around to see, so why not? I grab my book, sunglasses, and head straight for the infinity pool.The sun warms every inch of my skin. I stretch out on the lounger, apply fresh lotion, and open my novel. Minutes drift by. The water sparkles. Birds call softly across the lake.“Well, well. Look at you.”I jolt upright. Marcus stands at the pool deck edge in his tailored shirt and slacks, keys still in hand. His salt-and-pepper hair catches the light. Those sharp eyes travel slowly down my body.“Mr. Hale! You… you’re home early.” I clutch the book against my chest. “Mia said you’d stay in the city all week.”“I wrapped