All Chapters of Professor's Captive: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Belle’s breath quickened as she found herself in a dimly lit room, the air charged with anticipation. Shadows danced around her, but she didn’t need to see to know who was near, she could feel his presence, his heat, his energy. Noah could feel the way her breathing quickened and how her body reacted to his touches, tracing the curve of her jaw, making her tremble. His touch was everywhere. His fingers glided over her skin, igniting a fire within her that she hadn’t known existed. His hands, warm and strong, traced the curve of her waist, drawing her closer until she was pressed against his chest.Noah was close, so close that she could feel his breath on her neck, hot and heavy, sending a delicious shiver down her spine. A soft moan escaped her lips as he kissed her neck, nipping lightly at her skin and then soothing it gently with his tongue. She arched her back, yielding to the feeling, her fingers digging into his chest as if she needed his embrace to remain conscious. Noah placed

Their lips met. Belle felt breathless, her heart racing. It was the first time a man came so close to her. The kiss lasted barely two seconds as she didn’t know what to do. She pulled away almost immediately, gasping for air, feeling the tremble of inexperience coursing through her.Noah's gaze softened, but a playful smirk tugged at his lips. "Did you like it?"Belle nodded her head slowly as couldn't trust herself to speak, her cheeks flushing. She felt so shy that she didn’t dare to raise her face and look at him."One more time?" He asked in a low and husky tone which made her feel restless in need.She nodded again. She shut her eyes as he felt leaning closer to her. This time, when their lips met, it seemed different. This time the kiss felt more intense and passionate. She tried to pull away again instinctively, but he didn’t let her, instead his hands came up to cup her face, holding her in place. The kiss deepened, his lips controlling hers, drawing her into a dance she was on

The moment Belle’s phone buzzed, her heart skipped a beat. She scrambled to unlock it, her fingers trembling slightly as she opened the message from Noah. "Don’t ask questions you won’t like the answers to." Belle stared at the screen, her pulse quickening. She had expected Noah to brush her off as he often did when she tried to pry into his past. But this response felt different, like a warning. Her breath hitched as his words settled in, a mix of frustration and curiosity swirling in her chest.  What was he hiding? What was it that she wouldn’t like? She wanted to push, to pry deeper, but something in Noah’s gaze warned her to back off. Her mind raced with questions, but for now, she had to let it go. 

Noah’s lips moved down Belle’s neck, his hands exploring her body with an urgency that sent fire through her veins. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate to deepen the moment. She felt his heartbeat against hers, fast and wild like hers. Suddenly a loud knock on the door made them both startled, their bodies still tangled in the passionate embrace. Belle’s heart hammered in her chest as Noah pulled away from her, his face dark with irritation. “Belle?” Mikhail’s voice rang through the door. “Are you awake?” Belle pushed Noah away. Noah's intense expression was replaced by a calm one as if the intimate moment had never happened. A wicked grin flashed on the corner of his lips before he silently moved tow

Mikhail stood by the large window in his dimly lit study, nursing a glass of whiskey as the moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains. Papers lay scattered across the desk, their contents detailing the recent developments regarding Noah Alabaster and the hidden truths surrounding his father's death. The cool liquid slid down his throat, burning just enough to remind him that he was still in control. His thoughts were a tangled web of concern  for the undercurrents that ran beneath his family’s seemingly perfect life. Mikhail's mind raced with the calculated moves he had made to protect his family and, more importantly, Belle. He had always considered himself a careful strategist, someone who played the long game. The tension between Noah and Belle was palpable and Mikhail couldn’t shake the feeling that their rel