All Chapters of Secrets of Desire: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

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Fucking The Professor 05

The weeks after that night blurred into a rhythm that felt almost normal, like we’d figured out how to make this work without the world noticing.I’d go to his place two or three times a week, always after dark, wearing a hoodie, just in case, and slipping through the side gate he left unlocked for me.We’d cook together sometimes, or order takeout and eat on the couch with a movie playing that neither of us watched, because we couldn’t keep our hands off each other long enough.The sex got better every time, like we were learning each other’s bodies in a way that went beyond just physical.He’d take me slow some nights, kissing every inch of me, whispering how beautiful I was, how good I felt, until I was begging him to move faster, harder. Other nights it was rough, urgent—him pinning my wrists above my head, thrusting deep and fast, biting my shoulder to muffle his groans while I scratched down his back hard enough to leave marks he’d have to hide under shirts.I loved both version

Fucking The Professor 06

The semester ended in a haze of finals and forced normalcy. I turned in my thesis on time, got an A in the class, which was fair, I knew it was fair because he’d been harder on me than anyone else in feedback—and graduated in May with the rest of my friends, walking across the stage in a graduation cap and gown while my parents cheered from the stands.He was there, of course, in the faculty section, clapping politely when my name was called. Our eyes met for half a second, and that was it.We hadn’t spoken since that last night at his place, the one where we’d fucked like it might be the end and then talked until dawn about being careful, about waiting until after graduation.We agreed on no contact until the diploma was in my hand. It felt like the right thing, but it also felt like torture.I spent the summer at home with my parents, two hours away, working a boring internship at a local magazine, going out with high school friends who felt like strangers now, trying not to check m

The Alpha's Little Whore 01

“Fuck—Elias—harder—”My voice cracked on his name as he slammed into me again, the thick length of his cock stretching me wide, filling me so completely I could feel every ridge, every pulse. The forest floor was cool and damp beneath my back, pine needles pricking my skin, but all I cared about was the heat of him above me, the way his massive body caged mine, muscles flexing under sweat-slick skin.He snarled, low and animal like, hips snapping forward with brutal force. “Like that, little one? You want me to break you open?”“Yes—God, yes—please—”His hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back so my throat was exposed. Sharp teeth grazed the frantic beat of my pulse, not biting yet, just teasing, promising.“You’re so fucking tight,” he growled against my neck, voice rough with the wolf riding him hard tonight. “Taking my cock like you were made for it.”I was, I’d known it the first time I saw his eyes flash brightly in the firelight three months ago, when he’d told me what he

The Alpha's Little Whore 02

The first thing I felt when I woke up later was the ache. Not just the good kind between my legs—though that was there, deep and throbbing, a constant reminder of how thoroughly he’d wrecked me, but everywhere. My shoulders from his grip, my thighs from being spread wide for hours, my neck from the spot he’d sucked and bitten until it bruised.The second thing was the heat. He was still inside me, his knot hadn’t gone down fully yet, even though the sun was already filtering through the trees, turning the forest gold and soft. We were locked together, his chest pressed to my back, one heavy arm draped over my waist, hand splayed possessively across my stomach.I shifted a little, testing, and immediately felt it—the thick swell at the base of his cock stretching me open, keeping him buried deep.A low rumble vibrated against my spine.He was awake. “Careful,” Elias murmured, voice rough with sleep. His hips flexed instinctively, pushing deeper, and I gasped at the pressure.“Sorry,” I

The Alpha's Little Whore 03

The drive back to town was quiet, but not uncomfortable. Elias kept one hand on the wheel, the other on my thigh—his thumb tracing slow circles over my skin through the fabric of his borrowed sweatpants. I was wearing his clothes: oversized T-shirt, sweatpants rolled at the ankles, no underwear because mine had been shredded sometime around round three.I was sore in the best way, marked everywhere—neck, breasts, thighs—and every shift in the seat reminded me of it.He glanced over at me every few minutes, like he was checking I was still there.“You’re thinking loud,” he said finally, pulling onto the main road.I laughed softly. “Just… processing.”He nodded. “The bond?”“That. And the pack thing.”He tensed a little. “Yeah,” he said. “About that.”He told me more as we drove. His pack was small—twenty or so wolves, mostly family, living on a private and protected stretch of land outside the city. He was alpha by birth, had taken over young when his father died. They were tradition

The Alpha's Little Whore 04

Three weeks after the pack gathering, I woke up in Elias’s bed with my skin on fire.Not like fever-hot, but needy-hot. Every inch of me was sensitive, and aching for his touch. My nipples were hard against the sheets, core throbbing empty, already wet just from dreaming about him.He was in the shower—I could hear the water running—but the second I sat up, a wave of dizziness hit me, followed by a rush of slickness between my thighs.I whimpered, my hand sliding down instinctively, fingers circling my clit once, twice, desperately. The bathroom door opened, Elias stepped out, towel low on his hips, steam rolling behind him.He froze. His eyes flashed brightly instantly. “Fuck,” he growled, voice dropping an octave. “It’s started.”I looked at him, confused and panting. “What’s—”“Your heat,” he said, stalking toward the bed, towel dropping. His cock was already hard, thick and heavy, his knot gland faintly swollen at the base. “The bond triggered it. You’re in full heat now.”I moane

From Being Enemies, To Riding Him 01

I knew I was going to hate Lucas Kane before I even met him.The whispers started the week before he arrived back from the London office. Everyone at Voss & Kane Advertising talked about him like he was some kind of creative messiah— the guy who’d turned failing campaigns into award-winners overseas, the one who could read a client’s mind and sell them their own fantasies back to them wrapped in perfect branding.He was coming home to “shake things up,” the partners said in the all-hands email. Translation: heads would roll if we didn’t impress him.I didn’t care about impressing anyone, I’d clawed my way into the senior copywriter position at twenty-eight by being good—really good. My words sold products, my campaigns won pitches, and right now, I was lead writer on the Luxe Cosmetics rebrand, the biggest account the agency had landed in years.It was my baby, my concepts, my voice, and my vision. No imported hotshot was going to waltz in and ruin it.The Monday he arrived, the open

From Being Enemies, To Riding Him 02

The kiss in the conference room didn’t put out the fire between us. If anything, it threw gasoline on it.Days after, I walked into the office determined to act like nothing had happened. I wore my favorite black blazer, the one that made me feel sharp and untouchable, grabbed my usual coffee from the kitchen, and headed to my desk without looking around too much. I told myself I was fine, I told myself he’d probably keep pretending it never happened too.He was already in his office when I passed by, door open, typing on his laptop like the world hadn’t tilted off its axis the night before. He glanced up as I went past, our eyes met for a split second, and then he looked back at his screen without a word, without a nod, without anything.It pissed me off more than it should have.By ten o’clock, he’d already sent an email to the whole creative team with “refinements” to my latest copy. The subject line was polite enough—“Luxe Tagline Updates”—but when I opened the attachment, it was

From Being Enemies, To Riding Him 03

Every time Lucas and I ended up alone—whether it was a late-night revision session or a “quick sync” in the supply closet that turned into me on my knees with his hand in my hair—the next day in meetings we’d be twice as vicious to each other.It was like we were punishing ourselves for wanting what we wanted. Or punishing each other for making us want it.The Luxe campaign was in its final stretch. Client presentation was in two weeks, and everything had to be perfect.We were both perfectionists, we were both stubborn, and we were both losing sleep.One Thursday night, the office was empty again except for us. Rain had turned to sleet, tapping hard against the windows like it was trying to get in. We’d been at it for hours—arguing over the voiceover script for the TV spot.I wanted it sensual but empowering, he wanted it raw and unapologetic.“It’s too soft,” he said for the tenth time, leaning back in his chair at the conference table, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up. “It sounds li

My Bestfriend's Older Brother 01

I hadn’t seen Mason Reed in four years, not since the day he left for basic training right after high school graduation, his duffel bag slung over his shoulder, giving Mia a quick hug and me a ruffle on the head like I was still the annoying fourteen-year-old kid who tagged along everywhere.Back then, he was twenty-two, already tall and built from years of football and whatever else he did to fill his time, with that messy dark hair that always fell into his green eyes and a smile that he didn’t give out easily but when he did, it felt like you’d won something.I had the biggest, most embarrassing crush on him— the kind where I’d blush if he said my name, where I’d find excuses to be at Mia’s house when he was home from college on breaks, where I’d replay the few times he’d teased me or helped me with homework in my head for days.He called me “squirt” or “kid,” and I hated it and loved it at the same time.Then he got enlisted, shipped out, and life moved on.Mia and I stayed best f

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