The Devil's Trap
- LECTURES 3,765
- Votes 130
- Chapitres 21
Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture2 h 22 min
Dernière publication jeu., août 29, 2024
"Tell me what you want, Ranae." He pushes tightly gripping my throat. I can barely breathe and I love the feeling. The way his large fingers dig into the side of my neck as he licks his lips, looking as if he'd devour me at any given second.
"I want you to ruin me, sir." I whisper.
----
Ranae Washington is a 20 year old college student who's majoring in psychology and wants to be a therapist, she gets straight As and wants to keep it that way. What happens when the class she needs is all filled up and she has to take sociology with the strictest teacher in the school who also happens to be hella fine? Will she keep her behavior in check and maintain her grades making her mom proud, or will she give into temptation?
*Updates everyday*
Tous Droits Réservés
Rejoignez la plus grande communauté de conteursObtiens des recommandations personnalisées d'histoires, enregistre tes préférées dans ta bibliothèque, commente et vote pour développer ta communauté.
Vous aimerez aussi
Deception (Urban Fiction)
Warning: Mature audiences only. "I love you," he whispered seductively in my ears sending chills throughout my entire body. I was more than in love with this man. He had my mind going wild with just a single touch of his soft hands against my skin. "I want you," he says as he gently pulls me into his arms and kisses my lips passionately. Making my body want more of the sensational feeling his affection created in my body. I was most definitely sprung and I honestly didn't want this amazing feeling he gave me to ever end. He was phenomenal, and he had all of the attributes I looked for in a man. He was fine as hell, romantic, consistent, loyal, funny, active, and had money. "How can a man be so perfect?" I thought in my head as I looked lustfully into his dark brown eyes. "Or maybe he isn't as perfect as I think?" I questioned myself being opened to the possibility that I was slightly blinded by his perfections. "Or what if he's playing me and he's not who I think he is at all?" I thought jokingly, quickly eliminating that possibility. ****************** Who is this wondrous man? is he as great as he seems? Or are the possibilities endless? Follow Nevaeh Nicole Johnson on her search for happiness. Maybe she's already found it? But you'll have to find out.Terminé
𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 ||18+
Any fantasy? Dark-" The words caught in my throat the moment I realized what I had almost asked. A man I had nearly killed minutes ago. The knife resting between us spun lazily over the hard surface of the car hood, metallic sound slicing through the silence after every turn. Seven rounds of truth. Seven times it had stopped at him. Not me.Him. Rain-heavy clouds crowded the sky above us while distant thunder rolled across the empty highway. He leaned back against the car as if none of this bothered him. As if the blade wound on his thigh wasn't still bleeding beneath his dark clothes. "Darkest?" he repeated slowly, a smirk tugging at one corner of his lips. My fingers tightened unconsciously around the handle of my knife.He noticed. Of course he did. "Going rough under a storm like this," he said without hesitation, his gaze lifting toward the dark sky around us. "Where she sounds wilder than the rain falling on us and-" . . "And-?" I asked before I could stop myself. His eyes returned to mine this time. Completely. "And... seven rounds." The way he said it-calm, shameless, certain-made heat crawl beneath my skin despite the cold wind brushing against us. "Why specific to seven?" The question slipped out instantly. . . His gaze darkened with amusement. "Mm..." A sharp hiss left his lips as he pressed his palm harder against the blade wound on his left thigh-the same wound I had carved there moments ago. . . His brows lifted teasingly before he winked. "Why?" His voice dropped lower. "You want more? Ten?" . . "Go to hell." . . The next second, my back pressed against the hard surface of the car hood while he stood over me, trapping me beneath him. . . "Why seven?" he whispered against my ear, his voice almost drowned beneath the storm. "From 06:55 PM till 11:56 PM..." His grip tightened slightly against my nape. "You said 'I hate you' seven times, Petal." . . "That's why." . . "And this time-the rain approved me" [ STUDENT PROFESSOR DARK ROMANCE]
His pretty professor (mxm)
"I want to fuck you," he said, low and filthy. My breath hitched. "W-what?" "I said I want to fuck you, Professor." He pressed closer, towering over me, his hard manhood grinding slowly against my thigh. "I want to bury my cock inside you and feel how tight you are." Logic screamed warnings in the back of my mind, but they were drowned out by the heavy ache between my legs and the way my hole clenched at his words. I found myself nodding slowly, heart pounding. ____________ Professor Kelly Roman, spends all his time drowning in work; teaching mathematics, tutoring his students, going home and repeating the cycle. There is nothing more to that, that's his life and that's what he is satisfied with. But what happens when a new student comes along and interferes with that daily routine? A student that most teachers tend to avoid, to fear...but why? Kelly doesn't understand but he also doesn't care, all he cares about is work. So what happens when that new student takes a liking to the professor? Will Professor Kelly push him away like he always does with people who want him, or will he be devoured by the mysterious student?
The Road Less Traveled (Prof./Student)
He looked so innocent reading his book, almost peaceful. I stopped in the frame, admiring his face. His brows were pulled together in a concentrated manner. His jaw was defined, leading up to his musculine body. I couldn't take my eyes from him until I heard a low chuckle. "Won't you come in?", he asked me, his blue eyes lingering on me with an indescribable look. "Eh yeah of course, sorry, I did not want to interrupt you reading.." "You would never interrupt me", he responded without any doubt in his voice. Unable to say anything else I walked towards him, my knees weak, as well as my self control. I took the seat across from him and smiled shyly at him. "So, where do we start Professor?" --------------------------- Liz had believed that this would just be her last semester in college. Nothing extraordinary. But when she met her new handsome professor, she quickly had to realise that staying on the normal path could become more difficult than she had thought. -------------------------- #1 in professor!!Terminé
Always Down
My body was pressed against his hard slack and colliding underneath the agonizing tension, he lowered his mouth to mine and his tongue darted to run across my bottom lip. My core throbbed under his touch and my thighs clenched hard when he thrusted his hard on against my body. He then leaned to kiss me, long and angered, forcing for the tears beneath my closed lids to burn like acid. His teeth nicked my bottom lip and a cry of pain pushed through my throat. My nails clawed his forearms in retaliation but that never stopped his assault on my lips. He showed me how fucking vulnerable my body was beneath him and his words from the other night pricked my conscience. I assembled my guts and pushed his body back. I tried to step past him but he held my upper arm and pulled me back against the ropes. "Let go of me, Hades." My voice wavered. He stared down at me for a brief moment before releasing his hold and backed away. "Gladly." Hades D'amiano- vain, narcissistic and a lethal weapon. Mia Faye- seductive, assertive and a fatale lie. Secrets, love and betrayal to unfoldTerminé
Trouble
'Little Trouble,' he called me. The problem? I'm a college student. And he's my new English professor. He had rules. I broke every single one. Decorum. Discipline. Distance. All cute in theory-until he looked at me like that. "Teach me discipline," I whispered. "Is that what you want, Trouble?" he murmured. "To be handled?" Now we're playing a dangerous game. One we can't win. And he's falling harder than either of us planned. This isn't just a lesson in temptation- It's a slow-burn crash. And I'm the girl rewriting all his rules. #1 in troubledgirl #1 in smuttyreads #1 in messyromance #1 in hotprofessor #1 in intensechemistry #1 in emotionaldamage #1 in baddie #1 in studentteacher #1 in taboolove #1 in badgirl #3 in rebelTerminé
HER REPLACED GROOM
"You ruined me," I confess, my voice a rasp against her skin. "I can't fucking breathe without you. I can't think. I can't exist." My fingers trail down, skimming the curve of her hip. "And it's killing me." She trembles but doesn't push me away. Her silence is my undoing. I slam my hand against the wall beside her, caging her in, my breath ragged. "You want me to walk away? Tell me. Say it, and I will." Her lips part, but no words come. I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "You can't, can you?" I tilt her chin up again, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Because you're just as ruined as I am." And then I kiss her. Hard. Desperate. A collision of everything we've denied ourselves. Because no matter how much I fought it, no matter how much I wanted to hate her- She's mine. And I'll burn down the whole damn world before I let her go.
Tenure - A Dark Student-Professor Romance
🖤 Tenure A Dark Student-Professor Romance by Boity M. Some girls go to college to find themselves. I came to disappear. Late transfer. Shy. Obsessed with grades, not guys. That was supposed to be me. Until I walked into his class. Mr. Jackson isn't just a professor - he's the professor. Cold, sharp, brilliant. A man who doesn't smile, doesn't flinch, and doesn't forget a face. Especially not mine. He saw me when no one else did. Now, I'm the one he watches. The one he keeps after class. The one he calls by name when no one else dares speak. I didn't plan to want him. He didn't plan to need me. But we crossed a line neither of us can uncross. This isn't just forbidden. It's dangerous. Because the classroom is his kingdom. And I'm about to bring it to its knees.
Warning: Mature audiences only. "I love you," he whispered seductively in my ears sending chills throughout my entire body. I was more than in love with this man. He had my mind going wild with just a single touch of his soft hands against my skin. "I want you," he says as he gently pulls me into his arms and kisses my lips passionately. Making my body want more of the sensational feeling his affection created in my body. I was most definitely sprung and I honestly didn't want this amazing feeling he gave me to ever end. He was phenomenal, and he had all of the attributes I looked for in a man. He was fine as hell, romantic, consistent, loyal, funny, active, and had money. "How can a man be so perfect?" I thought in my head as I looked lustfully into his dark brown eyes. "Or maybe he isn't as perfect as I think?" I questioned myself being opened to the possibility that I was slightly blinded by his perfections. "Or what if he's playing me and he's not who I think he is at all?" I thought jokingly, quickly eliminating that possibility. ****************** Who is this wondrous man? is he as great as he seems? Or are the possibilities endless? Follow Nevaeh Nicole Johnson on her search for happiness. Maybe she's already found it? But you'll have to find out.
Plus d’InfosDirectives du Contenu