PROFESSOR SIN

"Spread your legs and use your hands, my little dove," his voice was rough, a dark whisper that curled into my skin. My body trembled, traitorous, yet I obeyed..because I never resisted him. I couldn't. Even when his words bound me tighter than any rope, even when shame burned my cheeks, my fingers still moved at his command.

I'm Amara Blake. At home, I'm nothing.

The unwanted daughter.

The mistake forced to live in her sister's shadow. A living Donor. A spare part to my sister. Scorned by my mother, hated by my father, reminded daily that my only worth is keeping myself "pure" for Nina's sake.

But with him... purity doesn't exist.

Professor Black doesn't see me as a burden.

He sees me as temptation.

A secret waiting to be ruined.

Every time I walk into his office, I feel the weight of his gaze...hungry, dangerous, claiming. I shouldn't want him. I shouldn't crave the way his voice curls against my skin like a promise of sin.

But I do.

And when his hands finally touch me, I realize one truth...I'm no angel.

I was made to burn. MY PROFESSOR SIN