Lahat ng Kabanata ng Her Whispers, his ruin( Poisonous seduction): Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

That was it I want my daddy…. Andrena and Christiana search for my phone as I fell into unconsciousness…. **** As soon as I open my eyes….. I saw my dad sitting beside my bed with worried eyes…. Josephina, he called my full name with eyes that speak of worries…. Dad, I quickly stood up hugging him tight. Yeah, I heard what the kidnapper did…. I have arrested the kidnapper but the clip of the person who threw that flower pot on you…. Is nowhere to be found…. The person is obviously close to you… be careful…. I smirk…. I have been suspecting Andrena and Christiana for awhile now and the only person who I think as the balls to do that is Andrena…. Yeah I think is time we give each other space because right now I want to be moving wild. I’m getting this professor by all means…, ***** As soon as I got to my hostel…. I started taking out Andrena and Christiana Bøx in anger…. Jojo, what are you doing? Christiana whispered Why Andrena stared at me in shock…. You guys can

The next morning, the entire campus buzzed with excitement about the upcoming excursion and Sugar messaging me, they want to take my autograph all of a sudden….. Professor Winsley announced it officially in Literature class: a three-days trip to Italy — Rome and Florence. Tickets to the Vatican Museums, Uffizi Gallery, and Accademia were already booked for the group. The class erupted in cheers. Three days of art, history, and freedom from campus walls. And to my surprise among the list of teachers Elara wasn’t coming….. My eyes widened. Miss Elara wasn’t coming. Perfect. So perfect for my plan. I sat beside Crocs during the briefing. He kept stealing glances at me, smiling like a loyal puppy. “This will be good for you, Jojo. Fresh air, new scenery.” I hummed, pretending to listen while watching Andrena and Christiana across the lecture room…. They were giggling with Diana and Polly. Andrena caught my eye for a second, then looked away, laughing louder at somethi

* I moaned softly as his fingers traced between my thighs, finding me already dripping. He rubbed my slick folds slowly, teasing my entrance before circling my swollen clit. My knees buckled. I grabbed his shoulders for support. “Professor… please don’t stop…” He slipped one thick finger inside me, then two, pumping slowly while his thumb worked my clit. I bit my lip hard to stay quiet, hips rolling against his hand. You are so tight….and you love being a little whiny bitch….. I love being a bad student…. I whispered…… His cock was rock hard instantly against my stomach. I reached down and palmed him through his pants, stroking the thick length. “Such a greedy little bird,” he murmured, fucking me deeper with his fingers. The wet sounds were obscene. “Soaking his hand in public like a desperate slut.” I whimpered, moving faster on his fingers. He added a third, stretching me. The pressure built fast — his expert touch hitting that perfect spot inside while his thumb

I rose onto my toes, bringing my lips close to his again. Professor Winsley shifted back at the last second, turning his face away. Our mouths didn’t meet. “Josephine…” His voice was strained and rough. I smiled, wickedly and determined. My hands slid down his chest, tracing every hard ridge of muscle, feeling his heartbeat thunder under my palms. I dropped slowly to my knees in front of him, eyes locked on his. “Little bird…” he groan, but he didn’t move away. My fingers teased the waistband of his sweatpants, then moved to his rope. I undid it slowly, deliberately, with a soft whisper. I popped the button of his pants and dragged the zipper down, my breath ghosting over the growing tent in his boxers. “You’re so hard for me already,” I murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the fabric over his bulge. “Even when you pretend you don’t want this.” His hand hovered near my head, fingers twitching like he was fighting the urge to grip my hair. “This is crossing every line…”

Josephine POV** We finally landed back at California as soon as we got down from the plane we headed straight to the school bus…. The bus ride back to campus was quiet. Everyone was exhausted from the excursion, scrolling through photos or sleeping against the windows. I sat alone near the back, earbuds in, replaying the pool incident on loop. The shove. The water closing over my head. The burn in my lungs. Winsley’s horrified face as he pulled me out. He hadn’t spoken to me once since that night. Not on the Plane….. My obsession had sharpened into something colder. He pushed me because of *her* — Elara. His perfect fiancée waiting at home. I wasn’t going to let that slide. By the time we reached campus, a plan was already forming in my mind. I would ruin him. Expose everything. Make sure his career, his engagement, his reputation — all of it burned. ******* ******* **Professor Winsley POV** The apartment door had barely closed behind me when the drama exploded. Elara