BIKER PROFESSOR SEDUCTION
Fuck, look at you,” he growled, backing her against the desk, voice low and rough.
“Sitting in my class every day with that innocent little smile while your pussy’s soaked for your brother’s best friend.”
She whimpered as his hand slid up her thigh, pushing her skirt higher.
“Tell me, baby,” he rasped against her ear, teeth grazing her pulse, “how many times have you touched yourself thinking about your professor bending you over this desk and ruining you?”
Her breath hitched. “Too many…”
He chuckled darkly, fingers teasing the edge of her panties. “Good girl. Because tonight I’m going to fuck you so deep you’ll still feel me when you’re sitting in my lecture tomorrow, trying not to moan my name in front of everyone.”
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He teaches by day…
and rules the road by night.
Fleeing New Orleans was supposed to be Nirvana Hale’s fresh start. She was finally going to meet Adrian Cross; her brother’s best friend and the voice that had comforted her through her darkest nights. But the man waiting for her in New York is a stranger. He’s the lethal enforcer of a notorious motorcycle club, a man who treats her like a burden to be locked away.
Just as Nirvana begins to hate the man she once adored, the world shifts again.
On her first day at Rodrigo University, she walks into her lecture hall to find Adrian standing at the podium. In a crisp suit and glasses, Professor Cross is composed, brilliant, and completely off-limits.
Now, Nirvana is trapped in a dangerous game of cat and mouse. By day, he's the teacher who refuses to look her in the eye. By night, he’s the biker who makes her pulse race.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 6: The Brick Between UsThe fresh white petal looked imposing, more terrifying than the scorched one had been. It was a sign that someone had been in my room, that the locks and the height of the penthouse meant nothing to them. I felt a sudden, prickly sensation on the back of my neck.I looked around the room, expecting to see a shadow in the corner or a figure by the curtains, but there was no one. It was ridiculous to feel hunted in a fortress like this, yet the air felt thin. Without Adrian or Ronan there, the silence of the apartment became a threat. I grabbed my phone and rushed out of the room, my heart hammering against my ribs so hard.I scrambled down the stairs, my eyes darting toward every dark doorway. I needed to hear a voice. My thumb hovered over Ronan’s contact, but before I could think, my hand dialed Adrian’s number. He picked up on the first ring."Nirvana." His voice was sharp and alert."Pl-please come," I choked out. I couldn't say anything more. My voice trembled so violently I had
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Chapter: CHAPTER 5: The Beginning or The End?I watched from the window as Adrian’s bike wove through the New York traffic. He moved with a kind of reckless grace, becoming a smaller and smaller speck until he finally vanished around a corner. The roar of the engine lingered in the air for a second before the city sounds swallowed it whole. I moved away from the glass and sat on the edge of the bed. The silence of the penthouse felt heavier now that he was gone. My heart was still doing that jagged, uneven beat against my ribs. I pulled my phone from my pocket and scrolled back through our messages. It was a habit I couldn't break, a way to find the man I thought I knew. I stopped at a text from a few weeks ago, back when the distance between us blurred his coldness. I had been feeling bold and lonely in the middle of the night, and I had asked him to talk dirty to me. Reading his response now made a slow, familiar heat pool in my stomach. The words on the screen were raw and possessive, so different from the cold wall of a ma
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Chapter: CHAPTER 4: Hot and ColdAdrian's hands were large and hot, anchoring me against the glass door while he kissed me like he was trying to swallow my breath. I let out a low moan, the sound lost against his lips.Every part of me felt wired and sensitive, my nipple hard and poking his muscled chest. The calloused texture of his palms against my waist sent a jolt through my spine that made my knees go weak. I pulled him closer, my fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck, desperate to close every millimeter of space between us. He tasted like the dark and rain. It wasn't the sweet, careful version of Adrian I had built in my mind. This was raw. His chest pressed into mine, firm and unyielding, and I could feel the thud of his heart matching the frantic rhythm of my own. I whimpered when his teeth grazed my bottom lip, a sharp spark of heat pooling deep in my belly. I was lightheaded, my head tilted back as he moved his mouth down to the sensitive skin of my throat. "Adrian," I breathed, my eyes fl
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Chapter: CHAPTER 3: Straight Into LiesThe penthouse was how I expected a billionaire's house to be. It was massive, all glass and stone walls. The floors were polished grey concrete and the walls were furnished in a matte white. After all the noise in New Orleans, the silence here felt expensive. Ronan dropped my bags by the door. The sound echoed off the high ceilings. He looked around the room, his shoulders dropping an inch. "It’s yours for as long as you need it, Nir," he said. "Make yourself at home. I’m going to check the kitchen and see what we have for dinner. Go ahead and explore."I nodded, wandering toward a side table near the hallway. It was cluttered with mail and a few stray keys, but a silver frame caught my eye. I picked it up, feeling the weight of the metal. It was a photo of Ronan and Adrian. They were younger, standing in front of a brick building. Ronan had his arm over Adrian’s shoulder, both of them laughing. Ronan's face was relaxed. He didn't have the hard, guarded expression I had seen when w
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Chapter: CHAPTER 2: Straight Into ChaosMy heart wouldn’t stop thumping against my ribs. It was a fast, erratic rhythm that made my chest ache. I stared at the photo on my laptop screen until my eyes burned. The bright blue leather of my mother’s bag, now covered in ugly red streaks of paint. It looked like a crime scene.I looked at the window. It was pitch black outside. It couldn't be real. Adrian was in New York. We had just been talking and he was the only one I spoke to. He was thousands of miles away, sitting in some dark room, not standing on my porch. But I needed to see it for myself.I moved to my bedroom door and turned the handle as slowly as I could. I slipped into the hallway, my bare feet cold on the wood. As I reached the top of the stairs, I saw her. Katerina was sprawled across the sofa in the living room, her arm hanging off the side, snoring in a deep, alcohol-heavy sleep.I crept past her and reached the front door. My fingers were shaking so hard I had to use both hands to turn the deadbolt. I pulled
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Chapter: CHAPTER 1: What Is Peace?The screen of my phone was the only thing lighting up my dark bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the photo I’d just uploaded to my art profile. It was a painting I’d finished at three in the morning when the house was finally quiet enough for me to breathe. It showed a woman with her head tilted back, her mouth pulled into a silent, jagged scream. It wasn't pretty, but it was honest."What is peace?" I had typed as the caption. "What, who, or where do you regard as your peace? Inspire me."I watched the notifications start to roll in. People loved the "tortured artist" vibe, even if they didn't know the torture was coming from the woman passed out in the room below mine.*Peace is having enough money to never look at a price tag,* the first comment said. I let out a short, dry laugh. If money bought peace, I wouldn't feel like my chest was being crushed every time I took a breath. I had been famous in the art world since I was eleven. I had made plenty of money, but
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