All Chapters of In My Professor's Arms : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I jumped from the heart as the sound of its throbbing echoed in my world as it became a blur of sounds and colors. His eyes met mine, and suddenly, time stood still. I felt all: the excitement, the fear, and the impossible pull. It was as if the universe conspired for us to meet again, a cruel jest that left me breathless and aching.I quickly looked away. My legs began pushing me into a run. I hurried back to my apartment, even if my steps were quick and steady. Each step resembled trudge through water with agony from that brief encounter. All this was running in my mind like a broken tape- his face, his eyes, the way he looked at me. Was it surprise or something deeper-tension?I shut my door behind, so heavily so that the sound echoed within the still space. I leaned against it, my breath now racing, catching short gasps as I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to calm the frantic pounding of my heart. What was I supposed to do? Ignore it? Unless it happened? The kiss changed everyt

(Lily's POV)Going out of Victor's office was like entering another world, with that kiss still burning on my lips and now a secret that marked me. The campus was deathly silent and this served as the complete contrast to the storm that raged within me. Each step back to my apartment dragged like heavy chains around my ankles because of what we had done.Now, the solitude of my room would usually be comforting, but right now, it felt like a cage. I changed to try to wash off the day, but Victor's touch remained, a whisper on my skin. I sat before my desk, staring at the blur of books in front of me as my mind went over the kiss, his breath in my neck, the danger of us being too close.A buzz tore through the silence when my phone went off. Sophie sent a message, and to me, it was like being thrown a rope. Hey, come over? José and Davies are here, we're just hanging out.The last thing I wanted was to spend this with friends to whom I had to confess this horrible truth. But it somehow

(Lily’s POV)The library was very quiet, and the only visible sounds were the hum of hushed conversations from a distance. I sat at a table my head resting on it, hands placed on my notebooks, my whole self coupled with my anger and frustration. My fingers tightened around that damn note, crumpling the edges as I stared at the floor, finding fortress in the space onlu.I've been trying to find a meaning to the note,the backing, the sender, it's all a question with no answer. I kept racking my brain, though there was something about it that felt hauntingly familiar. The feel of the paper, the way ink bled a little around the edges-it felt like something. I kept thinking and thinking.Then, in a rush, it came.Last week, Sophie and I had flipped through this little crummy souvenir guidebook in the student store, laughing at how ridiculously over-the-top dramatic it was. Its pages had had that same rough feel."Wait..was she really the one?" It came as a shock.A crawling sensation went

(Lily's POV)I stood outside his door, my heart pounding against my ribs, I don't know why it is, but it is.The evening air was crisp, carrying the scent of rain that had yet to fall.I glanced at my reflection in the dark window beside the door, smoothing a hand over my blouse as if it would steady the whirlwind inside me. "It's just dinner. Just a night to enjoy each other's company," I said to myself.Still, as I reached out to ring the bell, anticipation curled in my stomach.The door opened almost instantly, as if he'd been waiting.Here he is, Handsome Victor.He stood there, his face soft, warm. "Glad you're finally here" he said, his tone an invitation.I let you a quick, soft smile as the tension in my shoulders loosened.He stepped aside, and I went in, immediately enveloped by the inviting smell of something rich and savored. The air wasn't only warm because of the temperature but because of the silent atmosphere he had managed to create, it's impressive, cute of him.It

(Lily's POV)Victor's hand was already rubbing my pussy through my jeans, making it to start dripping give me a crazy feeling that I've never felt before.He made a seductive eyes sign, signaling he wanted to carry me, so I jumped a little, and locked my legs around his waist like a slut, my virgin cunt already moist through my panties, moistening his jeans where his massive bulge was wedged against me, I felt it—solid, insistent, even through the layers of our clothes, sending a pulse that makes me gaga, almost tearing myself naked for him. His hands were savage—one pinching my ass so hard it'd leave a bruise, the other squishing my tits against his chest, taking every inch of me. He stopped at the door, his breath a dirty, hot snarl against my ear. "You really wanna let me fuck you?" he growled, his voice thick with fuck-me-now kinda need, daring me to chicken out."Fuck, yes," I exclaimed, my lips smashing into his jaw, my hands ripping at his shirt like I'd never touched a man in