All Chapters of Dirty and Sinful Collection: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Vampiric professor x MeAlexa’s POVMy eyes dart around the bar. I am seeing bodies grinding to one another as some are already practically in each throat. I grin and turn my gaze to the bartender in front of me. This wrenching feeling needs a solid liqueur to wash it away.I’m taking a step away from my cage life, a straight A student with outstanding qualities here in the bar, waiting to get some in between her legs. To my parents I’m the docile daughter they want, to my teachers I’m the perfect student, to neighbors I’m the good girl, but to myself... I’m a vixen whose legs open for anything or anyone available. Sex is something that I enjoy a lot. I can already feel myself getting excited seeing the people in front of me. Who won’t?“Pretty lady...” the bartender smirks, his lips curling up flirty as he pushes the drink, “today’s special is called ladies killer,” he says, “drink slowly,” he winks, before turning to attend to another customer. Well... I can do a quickie with him, h

3Alexa’s POV. I was obsessed.Fuck. I was so damn obsessed over him. I never thought I’d reach that stage in my life where I’d be obsessing over a man, talk less of the man taking my English-lit class, but here I was, getting wet just from his voice alone and wishing it was just him and I in here so he’d fuck me as hard as he did the last time.This has been going on for a few days now. A few sneaky meet ups here and there while trying to be very careful so no one would catch us. And now I was obsessed with him. With everything about him. With the way he talked, both in class and when we were alone. With the way he touched me. With he way he asserted his dominance over me. I just couldn’t get enough.My pussy clenched hard as he raised his head from the book he was reading from and his eyes landed straight on me, meeting my gaze and holding at as he talked. My breathing became shallow and I became extra conscious of myself and remembered how he fucked me the last time, making me sta

5Alexa’s POVThe dream is vivid—so vivid that I can still feel his hands on my body, his mouth at my neck, his fangs pressing into my skin, teasing but never sinking in.“Please,” I whisper in the dream, arching into him. My body is on fire, my pulse hammering against his lips, begging to be pierced.“You’re not ready,” his voice is dark silk, a slow torment against my skin.But I am. God, I am.I grab at his shirt, tugging, writhing under him, but he only chuckles, a cruel, knowing sound that makes my stomach clench. He wants me desperate.“Please,” I beg again. “Bite me.”His fangs scrape against my pulse point, and I swear I can feel the sharp edge of pleasure-pain. But just as he finally presses in—I wake up.My body jerks, my breath ragged, my sheets tangled around my legs. Shit. My hand flies to my neck, my skin burning, aching.It’s not just a dream. This hunger, this need, is real.I swallow, trying to catch my breath. My thighs are slick, my skin hypersensitive, my body beg

7Damon’s POVI had to end this.I watched Alexa from across my office, the bruises on her neck still fresh, my marks sinking deep into her skin like a fucking brand. The evidence of my failure.She was too fragile for this life. For me.She didn’t understand what she was playing with.I clenched my fists, forcing steel into my voice. “This needs to stop.”Her brows furrowed. “What?”“This.” I gestured between us. “You keep coming back, and I keep giving in, but it’s only a matter of time before I take too much. You’re not safe with me, Alexa.”She shook her head, stepping closer. “You keep saying that, but I’m still here. I’m fine.”I grabbed her wrist—too fast, too rough. She gasped, eyes widening at my grip.“You call this fine?” My voice was razor-sharp with my control hanging by a thread. “You have no idea how close I was to draining you last night. How close I am right now.”A flicker of something passed through her eyes. Something primal and dark. “Then why stop?”I growled, sh

Sienna’s POVBeing rich, powerful, and devastatingly attractive means one thing—I get away with murder.Not literal murder, of course. Though I suppose if I did, my lawyers would find a way to make it disappear. That’s the thing about being Sienna Laurent—I do whatever I want, whenever I want, and no one can stop me.Not my employees. Not my competitors. And certainly not the hulking slab of muscle currently shadowing my every move like an overprotective guard dog.Damian Cross.My new bodyguard.Six foot something of pure intimidation, carved from granite, with cold, unreadable eyes and a perpetual look of disapproval whenever he looks at me. Which, to be fair, is often—because it’s his job.And also with the way he thinks it’s in his job description to tell me what and what not to do.I HATE being told what to do.It’s a fundamental truth, as certain as the fact that champagne tastes better in a crystal flute and that men exist to be inconvenienced by me. The world revolves around m