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BURNING BETRAYAL: My Mafia Professor. Chapter 6
Without warning, he swept me off the table and carried me in his arms.My breath hitched as his arms locked around me, strong and unyielding. One hand supported my back, the other firm beneath my thighs. His eyes never left mine as he started up the stairs, each step slow, deliberate, like he wasn’t in a hurry at all.My heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst through my chest.This wasn’t just fantasy anymore. This wasn’t something I’d read about in books late at night or imagined when I couldn’t sleep. This was real. Tangible. Terrifying.Fear and excitement twisted together in my stomach until I couldn’t tell one from the other.I should have told him to stop. Should have pushed against his chest.Instead, I stayed still in his arms, my body betraying every rational thought my mind tried to form.We reached the hallway.He pushed a door open with his shoulder and stepped inside. I barely registered the room itself. My attention was locked on him—on the way his jaw tighten
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He came down from the car and walked calmly to my side of the car and opened the door for me. I sat there, refusing to come down. My fingers dug into the strap of my bag like it was the only thing anchoring me to reality.“You’re not allowed to force me into your mansion, sir,” I said. The word sir slipped out without permission, my voice betraying me, shaking under the weight of my fear.He didn’t answer right away. He just looked at me.Not angry. Not amused.Just… unreadable.“Out,” he commanded.The single word landed hard. Final. His face didn’t change at all, and somehow that scared me more than if he’d raised his voice. My heart skipped, then slammed against my ribs, panic flashing through my mind in sharp images, knives, blood, the alley, his calm eyes as a man died at his feet.I was already in the lion’s den. I knew it.So I moved.Slowly, reluctantly, I slid out of the car, my legs weak beneath me. I clutched my bag to my chest like it could protect me, like it could hide h
BURNING BETRAYAL: My Mafia Professor. Chapter 4
It has been four days since I last saw Zander. Since we only have psychology on Mondays, I haven’t seen him.Four days.And yet, my mind refuses to leave that office.The way he touched me like I was nothing but his toy, the way he looked into my eyes as if he owned me. And then, just like that he walked away. No explanation, no warning, not even a word meant for me.My chest burned with anger every time I replayed it. Who does he think he is, using me and then tossing me aside like I’m disposable?But beneath the anger, something darker sits. Embarrassment and shame. Because the truth I don’t want to admit, not even to myself, is that my body craves him. I wake in the middle of the night, heat pooling between my thighs, remembering the rough drag of his tongue, the way his voice sounded when he whispered filth in my ear.I hate him.And I want him.And the mix of both is tearing me apart.I’ve tried to distract myself, bury my head in books, and focus on shifts at the bar. But nothin
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Zander lifted his head, his mouth glistening as he pulled his tongue from between my legs. His eyes didn’t move away from mine, sharp and heavy like he could see the fear swimming in them. My chest rose and fell in shaky bursts, but he looked calm, almost amused, like my panic entertained him.He ran his palm down my trembling thigh, his touch slow and deliberate. The warmth of his hand made my skin prickle. Before I could breathe, he leaned forward and cupped one of my breasts, squeezing until I gasped. His thumb brushed over my nipple, rubbing it gently at first, then harder until it ached in a way I didn’t know how to handle. His other hand slid lower, pressing against my clit, his fingers teasing the spot he had just left wet with his tongue.“Still trembling,” he murmured, his voice low, dangerous. “But your body… It’s begging for me.”My breath hitched. I wanted to deny it, to scream that he was wrong, but my body betrayed me. Heat spread through me, my thighs clamping together
BURNING BETRAYAL: My Mafia Professor. Chapter 2
Monday morning came faster than I wanted. I hadn’t slept properly since that night in the alley. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the blood. I saw the knife, and saw him.I walked into my psychology lecture room with my chest tight, praying today would feel normal. But when the new professor turned to face the class, my stomach dropped, and my whole body went numb.It was him.The man who stabbed someone right in front of me. The man who held a knife to my throat and told me to run.He stood there in a black suit, calm and untouchable, as though none of it had ever happened.“Good morning,” he said, his voice smooth and collected. “I’m Professor Zander. I’ll be taking you through this course for the semester.”The classroom buzzed with whispers. Girls giggled softly, already swooning over the new professor’s looks. The guys leaned back, unimpressed. But no one, no one saw what I saw. His hands. His eyes. That night.I sat frozen, my notebook open but blank, my pen shaking in my grip
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“Why the fuc—”The words in the book made my eyes widen. My gaze darted across the page, faster, almost afraid of what I’d find next.He taps the tip of the gun on my mouth, effectively cutting me off. The rest of my words dissipate as he slides the gun across my lips as if he is painting them with lipstick.My fingers tightened on the book, breath catching in my throat.“Suck,” he orders, his tone deepening with finality. Closing my eyes against more tears, I open my mouth and let him guide the gun between my teeth. I squeeze my lids tighter as I twirl my tongue over the cold metal, cringing from the nasty taste.My skin heated. My pulse thudded in my ears.“Such a good girl,” he says, pulling the dripping gun out, a trail of saliva following until it snaps.I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, the words clinging to me, staining me.My entire body locks when I feel the cool metal slide against my clit. I flinch against the foreign touch of an incredibly dangerous weapon.“One bottle
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