Todos los capítulos de SURRENDER TO SIN: Nights of Temptation : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Professor Lara arrived on campus early the next morning. Her heels clicked against the hallway floor as she headed to her lecture hall.She liked to get to the lecture hall super early whenever she was troubled. It helped her settle down and be in control of her emotions before the students arrived.She had barely slept. All night, her body had burned with frustration and shame. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt Raymond’s thick fingers stretching her soaked pussy. She hated how much she enjoyed it. How much she craved the very student who had humiliated her.Lara opened the door of the lecture hall. It wasn't empty. Raymond was already there.He leaned against the whiteboard at the front of the hall. His arms were crossed over his broad, muscular chest. His dark eyes lit up with dangerous hunger the moment he saw her.Lara's brows creased. She had never met anyone in class this earlyMemories of what he did to her the previous day flooded her mind.Nah, she couldn't let that ha

Professor Lara spent the rest of the day struggling with conflicting emotions. Her pussy throbbed from being used by Raymond. And his thick cum continued to leak into her panties as she taught her classes. Every time she walked down the hallway, she realised what she had done. Letting her arrogant student fuck her senseless in the lecture hall.Another lecturer almost caught them.Lara was ashamed. Angry. Yet, thinking about it left her aroused.When her final lecture ended, she quickly gathered her things and headed straight for her office.The moment she got there, she met Raymond waiting outside.“Trying to run from me, Professor?” he asked."What do you want?""You. I haven't gotten enough."Lara’s heart raced. “This has gone too far. We can’t keep doing this. I’m your professor and. . ."Raymond turned the handle and opened the door. Then he pulled Lara in with him. He locked the door and then grabbed her by the waist.Before she could protest, he pushed her onto the table in the

Ara Winters stepped out of the black SUV that brought her to the Marshall estate. Her sneakers scuffed against the spotless marble floor leading to the entrance of the mansion.Her heart hammered against her ribs. Everything she owned now fit into the small duffel bag slung over her shoulder. The publishing company she worked for had collapsed three months ago, taking her income, her savings, and finally her apartment with it.The eviction notice came suddenly, and she had nowhere to go until she got an email from Damon Marshall.She wore faded blue jeans and a black sweater that covered up her hourglass shape. She hoped this meeting with Billionaire Damon Marshall would yield something positive for her. A tall, unsmiling security officer escorted into the mansion. “Mr. Marshall is waiting,” the officer said. Ara's eyes scanned the house. Giant chandeliers dangled from the ceiling and the walls were golden. Damon Marshall stood by the window, gazing at the glittering skyline. He w

Ara stepped into the massive kitchen, wearing nothing but a white apron. Damon had ordered her to cook breakfast wearing something easy to remove. Her hands trembled slightly as she cracked eggs into a bowl. Her body was still sore from their earlier session.Damon entered silently, wearing only black pants. His muscular chest was on full display, and his eyes darkened the moment he saw her bent slightly over the counter.He stood back for a moment. His cold gray eyes devoured Ara from behind. She was bent slightly over the kitchen counter, reaching for something, completely unaware of how fucking hot she looked.Her soft, plump ass was a masterpiece. Perfectly round and juicy, the kind of ass that begged to be grabbed, spanked, and spread open. The apron she wore had ridden up high, barely covering anything. Her butt was deliciously soft. He could see the faint redness from where he had gripped her hips earlier. A single drop of his cum from their previous round was still slowly tri

Ara sat at her desk just before bedtime, staring at the blinking cursor on the screen. Writing had completely changed for her. No longer was it just a job or a creative outlet. Every word she typed now was a way to process the terrifying truth. Damon Marshall owned her. Every orgasm, every rough thrust, every filthy word he whispered had rewired her completely. She wrote to make sense of how addicted she had become to the man who had bought her for one month.She wasn't sure what she would do with herself when the contract expired. Damon opened the door without knocking. He entered the room wearing black pyjamas bottoms. His chest was bare. Ara stared at his sculpted body. Damn, he had such a sexy shape. “Tonight’s chapter is about a cold billionaire who becomes obsessed with the erotic writer under his roof. He fucks her in every corner of his domain. He ruins her until she understands she belongs to him completely.”"That sounds very familiar," Ara smiled."So I expect you to do