All Chapters of Illicit Cravings : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

EMMAI stood outside Professor Hale’s office with my failed paper in my hand. My heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my throat. I had worked on that thesis for weeks. Victorian literature. All those long books about strict people and hidden feelings. And he gave me an F. A big red F right on the top.I raised my hand and knocked. The sound was soft but it felt loud in the quiet hallway.“Come in,” his voice said from inside. Deep and cold.I pushed the door open and stepped in. It made a soft click that made my heart jump as it closed behind me. Professor Hale sat at his big wooden desk. Stacks of papers everywhere. Books lined the shelves. The room smelled like old paper and his cologne, something dark and sharp.He looked up. His eyes moved over me slowly. Over my tight sweater that showed the shape of my breasts. Over my short skirt that stopped high on my thighs. I had picked these clothes on purpose. I wanted him to look. I needed him to look.“My paper,” I said. My voic

EMMAI stood outside the big lecture hall on the third floor with my heart racing so hard it hurt. The hallway was empty and quiet. The clock on the wall said it was a little past four. My dress was simple again, easy to lift, just like he told me. Under it I still wore nothing. I pushed the heavy door open and stepped inside.Rows and rows of empty desks stared back at me like quiet watchers. The high walls made even my soft footsteps sound loud. The podium stood at the front, dark wood, tall enough that everyone could see whoever stood there. Marcus was already waiting. He leaned against the side of it, arms crossed, watching me walk down the long aisle.“You came,” he said. His voice carried easily in the big empty space.“I said I would,” I answered. My voice sounded small.He pushed off the podium and walked toward me. When he reached me he didn’t kiss me right away. He just looked at my face, then down at my dress.“Show me,” he said.My hands shook as I lifted the hem. Cool air

EMMAI slipped into the university library after hours with my heart beating so fast it hurt. The big room was mostly dark. Only a few security lights glowed soft and yellow between the tall shelves. The air smelled like old paper and dust. My simple dress brushed against my bare skin underneath. I had worn nothing again, just like he wanted.Marcus waited near the back, between two long rows of forgotten books. He looked calm, but his eyes were dark when he saw me.“You came,” he said quietly.“I said I would,” I whispered back.He took my hand and led me deeper between the shelves until we reached a heavy wooden study table. Books were stacked on one end. He turned me around so I faced the table and gently pushed me forward until my chest rested on the cool wood. My bottom stuck out toward him. The dress rode up on its own.“Stay still,” he said, voice low. “Tonight I’m taking something new.”My stomach flipped with fear and want mixed together. I knew what he meant. He had promised