All Chapters of Secretly Married To Her Professor : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

MOONCillian's lips claimed mine in a hungry, wet slide.It was unexpected, yet I had known just mere seconds ago that it was inevitable. I met his hungry lips with my own feverish hunger, letting his tongue slip past my lips and teeth, letting it tangle with mine.Heat lanced through my bones like lava, burning me from the inside out until it felt as though my skin wasn't mine anymore. I wrapped my arms around his neck, dragging him down. Low enough that I could feel my hardened nipples press against his chest.Everything else was forgotten. Everything else but the taste of him. He tasted like a cigarette, the expensive kind that always choked me up when I tried it. But on his tongue it was a delicacy, one that devoured me completely until I was nothing else but a shivering, burning mess.Cillian's fingers slid down to my throat as his teeth clashed with mine, the fervor of his kiss left me breathless yet a slave to my desires.His fingers wrapped around my neck, firmly, but not so t

MOONTo say I was hesitant to return to Manhattan was an understatement. My uncle's home wasn't one I planned on visiting for a very very long time.Slightly problematic as it might've been, I preferred the confines of Cillian's beautiful home, the silence of it, the freedom that came with being his wife in the past one week I'd known him, even though recently the freedom had been feeling quite stunted. I dreaded going back to the Alexander mansion.A house that once belonged to my father, a house that my uncle and his wife and child immediately moved into the second I was pulled from the rubble of that plane crash, covered in burns and stuck to my mother's body.I returned home from the hospital on the day of the burial and found that every trace of my parents had been replaced. It became Edmund's home. I had overlooked it because they had all seemed genuine from the beginning, happy to take in the burden of another child, happy that I survived.But they erased my life with my parent

CILLIAN I had no intention of staying married to the Alexander girl for longer than the contract my grandmother had crafted required. Perhaps it was why her presence in my house pissed me the fuck off with each second that passed. I kept thinking about her. I fucking kissed her. I shouldn't have, it messed me up in more ways than one. The last time I had kissed a person was when I was a teen, I found nothing interesting about it, no rush, no advantages to having such a deep physical connection to a person without anything else attached, but with Aphrodite...it was unlike anything I'd ever imagined it would be. She tasted so fucking good and the sounds she made...I wanted to take her clothes off there and then, feed the fire she'd started until it consumed us both. I never kissed a person I intended to fuck, yet I kissed her, and I abhorred the fact that I liked it. Hell, I craved it again, dreaded and looked forward to the moment when it would happen again. No. It couldn't happe

The lights in the kitchen were on and behind the counter was a woman I'd never seen before. I stopped completely in my tracks when I saw her working on a...ugh...peanut butter sandwich and an unreasonably full glass of wine.She looked to be in her late fifties, early sixties maybe. She had red hair that was mostly gray but fell seamlessly down her shoulders and reached her thighs, she wore a loose pink T-shirt and loose pants the same color and she rocked that shit like it was made for her. She looked only a few inches smaller than I was.Was she the housekeeper Cillian had told me about days ago? The one who came in during weekends?"Don't just stand there...you're being creepy." She lifted her face and looked at me. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her eyes were the brightest shade of green I'd ever seen and her voice sounded soft, yet it reminded me of the wind, old, free with enough experience to last lifetimes.She had an accent, thicker than Shaun's and Cillian's. Irish.I moved fu

MOON A few minutes after Cillian had gone into the bathroom, I heard the shower running and it took nearly every ounce of my mind's strength to clean the dirty thoughts that tainted it. I wasn't going to go there, not now, not when I needed a proper plan to protect the only thing that I could protect. It also meant...getting Cillian pussy whipped so hard he'd stop mentioning the end of the marriage more than how we were going to survive the next three years with each other. I pulled the sheets off and rushed to the vanity mirror right next to the walk in closet. My hair was bound in my favorite pink hair bonnet, face puffy from all the crying I'd done the previous day, my eyes were red from irritation and there was dried drool at the corner of my lips. Sweet baby birds, he saw me this way?! What the fuck! I wiped at the drool stain and went into the closet, searching through each row like a mad woman and trying to ignore the curiosity that pinched at my insides to take a peek at