All Chapters of MY PROFESSOR'S FILTHY GIRL : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Adrian’s grip on the steering wheel turned his knuckles white as the video played on Mia’s phone. Even on silent, the visuals were damning — Mia bent over the café table, Lucas thrusting into her from behind, her face a mix of shame and unwanted pleasure. The clip was short but explicit enough to destroy them both. “Turn it off,” Adrian said, voice dangerously low. Mia quickly stopped the video, tears streaming down her face. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I thought if I gave him what he wanted once, he’d delete the library photo and leave us alone. But he’s escalating. He wants me every day now.” Adrian pulled the car into a deserted side street and killed the engine. The silence was thick, heavy with everything unsaid. He stared straight ahead for a long moment, chest rising and falling with controlled rage. “He forced you,” he finally said. It wasn’t a question. Mia nodded, wrapping her arms around herself. “He didn’t give me a choice. The photo… your career… I couldn’t le

Mia didn’t know how she made it back to her dorm room. Her legs were jelly, thighs sticky with Lucas’s cum, back scraped raw from the brick wall, and her entire body ached from the brutal way he had used her. Every step sent fresh shame flooding through her. She slipped inside the building using the side entrance, avoiding the main lobby, and somehow dragged herself up the stairs. Sophie wasn’t in their room when she finally collapsed onto her bed. Thank God for small mercies. The moment the door clicked shut, the dam broke. Mia curled into a ball, burying her face in her pillow as huge, wracking sobs tore from her chest. Tears soaked the fabric instantly. She cried for the girl who had boldly teased her professor on the first day of class. She cried for the reckless lust that had dragged Adrian into this nightmare. She cried for the humiliation of moaning Lucas’s name while he fucked her like an animal right outside her dorm. Most of all, she cried because she had done it all for

Mia stood outside Adrian’s apartment door for a long moment, suitcases at her feet, the weight of the day crushing her shoulders. Expelled. Disowned. Publicly humiliated in front of the entire campus. The videos were still trending. Her name was ruined. Her future — the one her parents had meticulously planned — lay in ashes.Yet here she was.She knocked softly.The door opened almost immediately. Adrian pulled her inside without a word, slamming the door shut and locking it. He cupped her face with both hands, thumbs wiping away the fresh tears on her cheeks, his grey-blue eyes burning with a mixture of pain, relief, and fierce possession.“You came,” he whispered, voice rough.“I had nowhere else to go,” she admitted, voice cracking. “And even if I did… I’d still choose you.”Adrian crushed his mouth to hers in a desperate, claiming kiss. It wasn’t gentle. It was years of suppressed hunger, weeks of forbidden obsession, and the raw reality of everything they had lost finally breaki

Maya barely slept.Every time she closed her eyes she felt the phantom stretch of her own fingers and heard his voice saying *if it’s ugly, let it be ugly*. By morning her sheets were twisted and her cunt still felt swollen and neglected.She told herself she was going to office hours for feedback on the new story. She almost believed it.His office was at the end of a quiet corridor on the third floor. The door was half-open. She knocked once.“Come in.”Gabriel Hart sat behind a heavy wooden desk, sleeves rolled again, dark-framed glasses on this time. A stack of manuscripts sat to his left. He looked up, and for a fraction of a second something unreadable moved through his expression before it smoothed into polite neutrality.“Miss Reyes. I wasn’t expecting you.”“You said office hours were open.” Her voice came out steadier than she felt. “I wanted to talk about the new piece.”He gestured to the chair across from him. “Sit.”She sat. The chair was too close to the desk. Or maybe

The building was almost dark.Maya had waited until the last seminar of the day emptied out. She told herself she was only returning a book. The lie lasted exactly as long as it took to reach his door.It was closed this time.She knocked once.A pause. Then his voice, low and controlled: “Come in.”She stepped inside and shut the door behind her. The click of the lock was soft, but it felt final.Gabriel Hart stood behind his desk, jacket off, tie loosened, looking like a man who had spent the last two days trying not to think about the exact thing walking toward him. His eyes tracked her the entire way across the room.“You shouldn’t be here,” he said.“I know.”She set the book on the desk without breaking eye contact. Neither of them looked at it.For a moment the only sound was the quiet hum of the building settling around them.Then he moved.He came around the desk in three long strides, stopped just short of touching her, and stared down at her mouth like it was the only thing