All Chapters of His Grades. Her Rules: Our Ruin: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ZIRA POV I couldn’t breathe properly until I was back in my office with the door locked.The black business card lay on my desk like evidence of a crime. Shadowed Knight. Tristan Vale. My student. Twenty-two years old. The same young man whose body I had watched with shameless hunger less than twenty-four hours ago.My green eyes stared at the card until the edges blurred. This was unacceptable. I was twenty-nine, a respected Literature professor at Hawthorne College. I had spent years building a reputation for being sharp, uncompromising, and professional. One reckless obsession could burn everything down.I refused to let that happen.When I walked into the lecture hall the next day, my posture was perfect. My long wavy black hair was pinned into a sleek, tight bun. The fitted white blouse hugged my full breasts and curvy waist, while the navy pencil skirt clung to my wide hips and thick thighs. I looked every inch the untouchable professor I needed to be.Tristan was already seate

TRISTAN POV I stood outside Professor Voss’s office door for a full minute before knocking. My jaw was tight, fists clenched at my sides. The scholarship letter had come in this morning — cold, bureaucratic, and final. “Pending review due to academic probation placed by Professor Zira Voss.” If the board upheld it, I was done. No scholarship meant no tuition. No tuition meant I’d have to drop out and go back to the life I’d clawed my way out of. Back to nothing.And all because she couldn’t handle the fact that the woman who’d been paying me thousands to jerk off for her on camera was now forced to look me in the eye three times a week.I knocked twice, sharp and impatient.“Come in.”Her voice was steady, professional. I pushed the door open and stepped inside.Zira Voss sat behind her heavy oak desk like a queen on her throne. The late afternoon light filtering through the blinds caught on her long wavy black hair, which she’d left loose today. It spilled over her shoulders and

Zira POVMy heels clicked rapidly down the sterile hospital corridor, each step echoing like a countdown. The dean’s office felt like a lifetime ago, even though it had only been forty minutes. Tristan’s parting words still burned in my ears — “I’ll handle this for now.” The way he had stood tall beside me, protecting me in front of the board while my world crumbled, left me more confused than ever.I pushed through the double doors into the ICU waiting area, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. A nurse spotted me immediately.“Professor Voss? Your father is in surgery. The doctor will update you as soon as possible. Please, sit down. You look like you’re about to collapse.”I sank into a plastic chair, my curvy body feeling heavy and foreign. The emerald blouse that had felt powerful this morning now clung to my skin, damp with nervous sweat. My pencil skirt rode up my thick thighs as I crossed my legs, trying to stop them from shaking. The ache between them — the o

Zira POVI stared at the message on my phone for a long time.**Shadowed Knight:** Anything? Then be in your office tomorrow night at 10 PM. Door unlocked. Skirt off. Legs spread on your desk.My thumb hovered over the keyboard. I should have deleted it. Blocked him. Reported him. Anything except what I actually did.**Obsidian Queen:** I’ll be there.The words sent a fresh wave of shame and dark excitement through me. At twenty-nine, I was supposed to be the one in control. The respected professor. The woman who had fought tooth and nail to build a life after clawing my way out of a difficult past. Instead, I was agreeing to spread my legs on my own desk for a twenty-two-year-old student whose future I had nearly destroyed.The guilt from the board meeting still sat heavy in my stomach. My father was recovering slowly, but the video was spreading like wildfire. Campus gossip accounts were having a field day. “Hot Professor Pays Student for Cam Sex” was trending in private group chats

Tristan POVI hated how right she felt.Zira Voss — the woman who had nearly destroyed my life — was coming apart on my cock in her father’s hospital room while he slept ten feet away. Her curvy body trembled beneath me, thick thighs wrapped tight around my waist as I drove into her with slow, deep strokes. Her green eyes were glassy with lust and tears, full breasts bouncing with every thrust, her tight pussy clenching around me like it never wanted to let go.“Tristan…” she whimpered against my neck, nails digging into my shoulders. “We shouldn’t—”“Shut up,” I growled, slamming into her harder. The wet slap of our bodies was obscene in the quiet room. “You don’t get to say no anymore. Not after you begged for this.”I hated her. I hated how she had humiliated me. I hated that I was risking everything — my scholarship, my mother’s health, my future — for the woman who had tried to take it all away. But mostly, I hated how addicted I was to breaking her.I pinned her wrists above her