Too Sinful for Love – A Forbidden Romance Read Online Marian Tee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Erotic, Forbidden, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
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"Take off your clothes, mijn obsessie." His voice was harsh, the professor not wanting the girl to misunderstand in any way who between them was calling the shots. "I want to watch you touch yourself."

The professor's words enveloped her in a sensual daze, leaving Diana's body trembling in anticipation at what could and would happen. Her fingers shook a little as she reached for the hem of her sweater, and the way the professor only had eyes for her made her ache and tingle all over. The voice of caution inside her mind was faint but patently desperate. It begged her to reconsider, cried for her to see the dangers, the sheer insanity of what she was doing.

I'm sorry, but it's too late.

The glitter of desire in the professor's leonine gaze leaving no space for awkwardness or timidity, Diana found herself carefully setting her shoes aside and slowly peeling her clothing off, layers of fabrics and inhibitions swept away by the strength of her need. She took her time unclipping the front clasp of her bra, and when her breasts were finally bare to his gaze—-

"Yes." The professor's voice was a hungry growl, and she could feel herself blossoming at the realization. Feminine wiles she had not known were in her possession were put into play as she bent down and deliberately made her breasts jiggle while wriggling out of her leggings. His growl of approval was her reward, and she took even more time in discarding her panties.

"Stand straight," the professor commanded thickly. "I want to see all of you."

Diana could feel her whole body blushing as she straightened to her full height. It felt deliciously sinful, having his eyes feast on her, and before she knew what she was doing, she was already reaching up to cup her own breasts.

"Fuck." The expletive came out in a hiss as the professor watched the girl start toying with her nipples.

Diana's mouth dried when she saw that the professor's hand had started moving.

Matthijs' gaze narrowed at her reaction. "You like seeing me pleasure myself."

"Y-Yes." It was pointless to deny this, with the way her body had started to writhe at the sight of his hand stroking his member. It was just the most fascinating sight, and when she saw his movements become jerky, her fingers instinctively mirrored his rhythm, plucking her nipples with undue haste.

The unfamiliar scent of arousal tinged the air as she saw the professor squeeze his eyes shut. He began to jack off, and her whole body tightened. His pleasure mingled with hers, her breath coming out in little gasps when she heard his breath turn short and choppy.

Oh God.

She watched the professor throw his head back, and she wanted to cry out with him.

And then he was coming.

Hard. Fast. Loud.

And it was beautiful.

Him

The professor wanted to give himself a good, hard kick to the head.

With his dick finally finding respite, his mind was lucid again, and the enormity of his mistake had just hit him like a punch to the guts.

What the fuck had he been thinking?

His gaze strayed to where she stood, and the sight of her naked and smiling at him with innocence and optimism made Matthijs feel murderous with self-loathing.

Ah, if only one could kill himself without committing a mortal sin...

Turning away, he said brusquely, "Cover yourself, will you?"

Diana was stunned and confused, the callousness of the professor's words making her feel cheap and stupid. She could feel her eyes stinging at having to pick up her underwear from the floor, and getting dressed became an exercise of excruciating agony. She found herself scrambling for some sense of control as she slipped into her sweater.

Stay calm. Don't overreact. See if you've misunderstood.

But when Diana finally mustered the courage to meet his gaze, what she found had her feeling sick. His beautiful face was cold and unsmiling, but it was his eyes that sliced into her.

They were the eyes of a stranger, and bile rose to her throat.

No. It can't be. It just can't.

She couldn't have misread.

She couldn't have misjudged.

She couldn't have been such a fool.

"P-Professor?" Please. Please. Please.

It had to be a mistake.

What she saw - no, what she thought she saw...

It wasn't real.

It just had to be a mistake.

But hope continued to drain out of her as she watched the professor zip his pants and walk to his desk. He moved with languid grace, something she would've admired before, but now it just seemed like a vicious attempt to draw blood. He was deliberately making her wait as if it were to draw a point home.

And what point was that, Diana wondered numbly. Could it be that he had only been having fun with her because she had been so obviously infatuated with him?

Matthijs unfolded his length into his chair, his casual movement effectively masking his tension. He met her gaze, his lips twisting in a purposely crude smile even as his chest clenched at the brightness of her eyes.



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