A PROFESSOR- STUDENT SUSPENSE MYSTERY THRILLER DARK ROMANCE NOVEL.🖤
"Pleaseeeeee....." I beg him, I'm so so close , His thrusts making me lose my mind
"Please what? I need words " I gush more under his deep husky voice
" I need ahhh ----, I need to...
I've censored a few words here. The explicit version will be updated on inkitt for free.
It is also available on scrollstack ( free )
The name of the chapter there is " Drench my fingers with your cum"
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Naisha
Miss Roy, There are innumerable mistakes in your research proposal, we need to discuss about it, meet me in my room at 6 - RDO " I read the text thrice still trying to comprehend where exactly I did those innumerable mistakes.
A flame of confusion and frustration slowly licking the edges of my patience.
At 6 we were supposed to meet Harsh, And today only he wants to discuss over projects. My mind races, cataloging each petty grievance, another point adding to the laundry list of reasons making today the worst possible day.
Neverthless, I go to his room fifteen minutes before said time, so that I can escape early.
Both of us sitting across each other . Him going through my file, marking something, looking up at me , then again resuming his actions.
"I will mail you some journals try to go through them, I have marked the citations too" He states scooting closer to me.
" Give me your phone, I will show you some abstracts, it will help in understanding the concept" He breathes out , touching my arm for a moment. I hand him my phone and he starts downloading some articles.
Ting
Ting
Ting
Constant notifications are flooding my phone, I scrunch my brows trying to figure out the source of them, I don't even have these many apps.
" What are these?" He scowls , his hands curling into a fist.
I squint my eyes to find about five dating apps on my phone, them being the hub of constant notifications.
What the hell!
Who downloaded these? Because according to my distant memory, I have neither installed it nor used them. And suddenly it crosses my mind Kirti was doing something on my phone. I jump off the couch with my phone to the corner .
His eyes follow me across the room, a constant scanning that's both comforting and suffocating. He walks towards me and takes my phone back, a primal intensity burning in his gaze, a silent declaration of ownership. As if it is a silent declaration that I am his, a treasured possession he'll fiercely defend.
Every step I take back, every huff of my breath, is tracked by those flaming possessive eyes.
" What are these?" He hisses , his arms slowing snaking around my body.His blazing touch , a brand, a physical reminder that I belong to him.
