SUBMISSION 101
READING AGE 18+
"Keep your hands on the f*****g desk!"
His voice is violent and dark, as he seizes my wrist so roughly, I don't have a doubt that he could snap it in half.
He returns my palm to its place against the top of his desk, bending me over, his stomach now flush with my back as he buries his c*ck deep inside me in one fell swoop.
"You like that?" he whispers hotly against my ear.
I whimper and arch my back further, trying to take him deeper despite the pain. I never thought I would like this sort of thing. I never thought that I would even try it with anyone. But suddenly, here is Harlan, opening me up to a world of pleasure and vulgarity that I don't even know exists, and f**k, it hurts, but it is so f*****g good, I can't imagine stopping.
"Yes," I breathe.
He slaps me harder.
His palm lands against the side of my face with an obscene smack that makes me feel sick and delighted and dirty all at once. The skin of my cheek stings and throbs.
I moan as he draws me closer to release.
“Yes, what?!” he demands, pulling me up to him by my hair, arching my back so I can feel him even deeper inside of me.
“Yes, professor.”
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Blurb:
Eden Shaw craves more than straight A's... she hungers for the forbidden gaze of her brooding professor, Harlan.
What starts as stolen glances ignites into a dangerous game of dominance and desire, where every lecture hides a secret touch and every grade comes with a price.
But when Eden uncovers Harlan's hidden past as Ethan Hale, heir to a fractured legacy, their illicit affair teeters on the edge of ruin. In a world of power plays and buried truths, can Eden submit to the man who owns her body... before he claims her heart?
Because Harlan's past is not just painful, it is dangerous, and Eden is about to find out that loving him means stepping into a world she was never supposed to see.
A world full of secrets.
A name he no longer claims.
And a choice that could destroy them. both.
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She wanted to impress him.
Now she may have to save him.
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"Why..." I stammer breathlessly, barely able to form words. "I don’t..." I remove the phone from my ear and look down at my screen. It now displays a nondescript number with no caller ID. I’d already deleted his contact from my phone, knowing it would keep me from contacting him.
I never considered that he would try to contact me.
"M……
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