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On My Professor's Bed His world.
ON MY PRODESSOR’S BED. Chapter 125. Author’s Pov. Dante watched Elena from behind as she stood by the mirror, arranging herself into the beautiful piece he had arranged for her. This dress. He had picked it out with so much love, just like every other. It was short. Very short, shorter than any dress she has in her closet, and be feared that his woman might steal the spotlight of the day. Through the Window, Elena stared at Dante, wondering what could be going through his mind and why he was staring at her in that manner. Under his gaze, she felt so hot. On a random occasion, she would have been shinning her teeth and asking him about her dress but for now, she knew he had many more to deal with than answer such a question, however, she was just a lady and she definitely would still ask. She arranged her necklace and turned to him, swaying herself sexily. “How do I look, daddy?” Dante smiled and stared down at his feet before walking over to her His eyes held her. Ove
On My Professor's Bed Crazy orgasm at the club.
ON THE MTY PROFESSOR’S BED. Chapter 126. Author’s Pov. Elena walked side by side with Dante, into the bubbling club. Their gracious presence had suddenly stolen the spotlight. All eyes were on them. Feasting on their beauty and threatening to rip their clothes off. Elena’s grip tightened against Dante’s Hand. He stared at his hand and then back at her, a smile escaped his lips. “I am here sunshine. They can only stare.” Dante reminded with a reassuring smile. Elena flashed him a smile and they advanced into the crowd that made way for them. Their presence was powerful. And they looked like a mighty couple. Powerful couples as the case may be. Dante walked through the VIP sections that he had instructed Mack to pay for. They took a seat in the comfy seater their hands not leaving each other a tiny bit. The VIP section was peaceful and dark, just as Dante wanted it. After exploring the entire VIP section with his it, he landed on his queen, his eyes suddenly began to hover ar
On My Professor's Bed Under an influence.
ON MY PROFESSOR’S BED. Chapter 127. Author’s Pov.“Get me a glass of red wine and a glass of cup,” Dante instructed not raising his eyes from the evidence he was trying to examine. Mack gave a gentle bow and walked closer to the bartender. “A glass of red wine and a glass cup.” just as Dante had instructed. He repeated the exact same and the bartender nodded, arranging everything into a classy tray and handing it over to Mack. “Thank you.” he took the tray from the back tender and advanced into the back to Dante. He poured Dante a glass of it and handed it over with a bow. “Here you go, my lord.” “Thank you.” Dante stretched a hand and took the glass cup, his gaze not still leaving the report he was reading. “How did you come up with this?” “Dan sent it a while ago. He had asked me not to inform you, for fear that it might ruin your vacation, however I figured out that it wouldn't make any difference. Dante nodded and sipped from his whine, handing the phone back to Mack. “
On My Professor's Bed A torn of Heartbreak.
ON MY PROFESSOR’S BED. Chapter 128. Author’s Pov. Dante growled, his cock twitching painfully. “Get out of here!” he grunted shutting his eyes and sniffling in, trying to tame the overriding urge to lose his morals inside of her. “Why?” Mrs Stella inquired taking a step closer seductively. “Are you so scared that you might lose your mind and fuck me? Or you just haven't forgotten what we shared in the past. “You are dead to me,” Dante grunted, gripping her neck and pinning her angrily to the wall. “You are dead to me, Stella. Whatever happened between us was in the past.” “Is it?” Mrs. Stella whispered softly gripping his cock into her hand unexpectedly. “Fuck!!! Umm…” Dante grunted throwing his head backward.Elena’s legs halted at the deep grunt. She took a step backward, looking through the opened door. She had just heard something she took as a moan and the voice sounded clearly familiar. No fucking difference from that of Dante. She peeped through the door and her eyes
On My Professor's Bed What a pleasant surprise, Mates.
On My Proffessor’s Bed. Chapter 129. Author’s Pov. Dante took a step backward his breath quivering from the anger and resentment he felt within. The urge from earlier had suddenly vanished into a tin air, as though they were never in existence. “And now that Elena had found out that she is barren, it… she would not fight with Logan, she would not make an attempt to save her life… he would let him do to her whatever! Fuck!” Dante graoned and threw his phone away wrecking his hand into his hair. “Fuck! This is bad! This is terrible.” “Who the fuck told Stella?” he asked himself that rhetorical question groaning one last time before walking back inside, heading straight for the restroom, he smashed the door open in anger, but by the time he got there, Mrs. Stella was no longer laying there. “What the fuck?” Dante cursed searching around! Hell! He graoned hitting his hand against the wall for an unreasonable amount of time till his hand was bringing some strings of blood. This has
On My Professor's Bed Regret.
On My Professor’s Bed. Author’s Pov. Chapter 130. Mack swallowed in. His body getting hot from within and emanating heat. The heat from the fear was different from the one he was feeling while he was stroking the slack pussy of Mrs Stella. Mrs. Stella reached for a top on the table where she was being bang and tried to slip it in but Dante shut her with a dagger glare and the clothes fell off her hand immediately. A grin secured the bream of his lips. Just his expression was enough. He didn't need to say much to be heard or understood.They were both in fear and Denial that it was Dante who was standing right here in front of them. They knew not to be stupid cause they had been caught and what was making their stomach crawl the most was that Dante was not venting his anger already, he was grinning and that was the most fearful part of everything, having him grin so devilishly. “I see you are both having the greatest time of your life, is that not such a beautiful thing?” he turn
On My Professor's Bed Learning the truth.
ON MY PROFESSOR’S BED. Chapter 131.Author’s Pov. Elena woke up with a slight headache, her head pounding admist the struggle to open her eyes. When her eyes finally opened, she took in the sight of the blurry ceiling that she could easily detect was not the house she had left earlier for the club, and the ambiance, the unsettling air that hit against her skin caused a series of flashbacks from last night and that included the way a white handkerchief was being placed against her nose the way she had struggled to get lost from their grips and the way she had been dragged to the van as well as the way everything had happened, how she had gone blank, she remembered everything clearly. She tried to move, to move her hands to her eyes and toss away the blurriness but her body was stifled and tied to a rope, she was on the and beside the beside bed, were rodes where the rope that tied her hands and legs were dragged to. “I see the daughter of the late Damon has woken up all fiesty.”
On My Professor's Bed Getting rid of the enemy.
ON MY PROFESSOR’S BED. Author’s Pov. Chapter 132. Logan’s stomach grumbled in anger and he took his hand to his face, wiping off her spit and bringing his hand to his face to have a glimpse of it. “What the hell!” Logan groaned and rubbed his spity hand against her thighs, grabbing her by the neck and hooting firmly into her neck. “Let me go. Let me go…” Elena’s voice quivered her throat hurting from both the inside and the outside. “I am going to fucking show you a lesson you have never heard In your entire life.”“You ingrate!” he groaned sending a slap across Elena’s face. A gasp tore from her throat and she felt a sharp pain in between her lips, but she was not willing to show to him her weakness and before she could think of saying a word. He had grabbed a handful of her hair into his hand yanking her hair backward and staring into her face with the disgusting looks of his.“I am going to make you regret being fucking born! I am going to make you regret spitting on my face
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