School Of Lust Alter Ego Novels & Stories

As she stood, dialing Aaron's number, her actions spoke louder than words, each digit a silent plea for escape from the tumultuous whirlwind of their shared desires. "I know everything. That's why I'm saying it," Ryan declared, rising from his chair to follow her. His determination hung heavy in the air, fueled by a desperation to understand her and meet her every need. But as he uttered her full name, Airilina, he unknowingly breached a barrier she had meticulously constructed around herself. A year ago, something had shattered her to the core, and she had vowed to keep her true identity hidden, even from him.

just as loudly as her hair and makeup. The outfit itself was a study in calculated seduction. A fitted designer skirt, hugging every curve of her toned figure, ended just above the knee, revealing a pair of long, tanned legs that seemed to go on forever. The silk blouse tucked into the skirt was a pale shade of lavender, clinging delicately to her figure and hinting at the swell of her breasts through a strategically placed button undone just enough to be suggestive without being vulgar. The overall effect was a potent mix of youthful innocence and undeniable allure, a stark contrast to my own attire – comfortable jeans and a well-worn t-shirt that felt more like a second skin than a fashion

I gave a sly smile; it was a big turn-on for both of us to act all innocent. “What did I do?” Slowly grinding myself against his erection. I was learning more about myself too. Now that I’ve decided to look at the positive sides of things, I was going to accept that I wasn’t a good girl either. Sleeping in separate rooms from Carlos had just been me trying to overcome my attraction to him, to cower away. I had thought giving in would mean letting him win. How had I forgotten that I could win like this too? Even if I lost, would I count the pleasures he offered as loss? There was no loser. But there was a dominant, and I wanted to be it. To take control.

He wore a black, button-up shirt, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, he was tall, dark, thick and messy hair, olive toned skin, piercing blue eyes, pointed nose, luscious lips, sexy walk, he walked with grace and possessiveness, that would make any girl want to make him pregnant, lean muscular build and elegant. His presence swallowed the air like smoke. He dropped a leather folder on the table in front of the classroom, slowly looking up. RECENTLY ON LUSTBORN: "I'm Professor Ashford. I'll be your substitute Literature teacher today. Professor Ellis is out due to illness." He walked to the board, writing his name in clean sharp strokes: "Professor Vos Ashford" No one noticed Elara's entire b

My whole body still aches. “All we ask from you is simple,” One of the men on my left hand side says. “Pretend to be Kenna Starclaw and do whatever Alpha Evander desires from you.” The one adjacent to him, completes his words. My heart begins to race. I should pretend to be Kenna Starclaw, my husband's mistress, the same lady my husband left me to die for. This is ridiculous.

I may have given in to my dark desires, but I didn't sign up to be his slut, no matter how much my body wanted it. I played his game, and I won. No matter how badly my hands had trembled. No matter how sweaty they are now. I didn’t do this for him. I did it to remind myself who still had control. Now we're back to being assistant and boss, and I'm standing before the vanity mirror in a white robe while his eyes follow me like I'm prey. If there's anything I know about Cassian Cross, it's that he's a sore loser. He will get his revenge, and God help me…my clit throbs at the thought.

“Or stop pretending you’re protecting me.” His eyes darkened. “You think this is a game?” he asked quietly. “You think power is something you can flirt with and walk away from?” “I think,” she said, lifting her chin, “that you’re the one who doesn’t like not being in control.” That did it. Lucian’s composure cracked—just slightly. Enough for her to see the truth beneath it. He wasn’t afraid of hurting her. He was afraid of wanting her. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his forehead resting against hers. Still no kiss. Still restraint.

"You molested my employee. In my own club." "I'm sorry!" Dom pleaded, slytherin backwards as he caught sight of the wooden stake in Ms. Rose's hands. "You're afraid?" She asked, seeing the scared look in his eyes. She took off the hat she wore to reveal big eyeballs that were coated with mascara, lips that colored deep red in a hard face and sharp Jaws. "Bully's shouldn't be afraid, you know?" "Ms. Rose-" Immediately her name escaped his lips, she dug the wooden stake into his heart, but not too deep but enough to let him feel the pains and not die of the impact.

"You want everyone to see what a slut you are for your professor?" "Yes," I moaned helplessly. "Say it to the camera." He ordered, pinching my breast. I whimpered as I looked directly into the lens. “I am a slut for my professor. I came here to get fucked." "Good girl." He pulled away, dropping lower, his hands spreading my thighs apart. He pushed my skirt up to my waist, exposing my bare pussy now. I was already glistening with wetness and my folds were swollen. "No panties," he started, his voice filled with approval. "Just like you promised."

I wanted to get to know some of the students, who was going to be in my class for the next four years. “You need to leave my classroom.” I told him. “You know what, Miss Dean. I will definitely do that.” When I turned back to him and I gagged when his hot ass breath hit my nose. I swear, I wanted to just give up and return back to hell. However, Lucifer was not willing to forgive me after I destroyed his flesh statue that was located in the Chamber of Judgment. I sighed and got off my desk. I brushed against Mr. Jergins and I fucking died. I knew his musty fragrance rubbed off on my outfit.