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My Professor is A Mafia
My Professor is A Mafia
Author: Abbeyy

Chapter 1

Author: Abbeyy
last update publish date: 2026-06-18 03:59:20

I was lost in him again, In my head, Professor Damien Vale had me pinned against the wall of his office, his mouth claiming mine in a hungry, possessive kiss that stole every breath from my lungs. His large hand gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his hard body as his other hand moved slowly down the front of his shirt, unbuttoning it one by one. I could almost feel the heat of his skin, trace the muscle and the faint scars I’d only imagined existed beneath those perfectly tailored suits. His dark eyes burned into mine with raw need, like I was the only thing in his world that mattered.

“Ava…” he growled against my lips, voice low and dangerous.

A sharp sting hit the back of my head. I jolted upright in my seat, heart slamming against my ribs, a crumpled paper ball bounced onto my desk. The entire lecture hall was staring at me. Heat flooded my face as reality crashed back in.

Sophia Kensington and her puppet Lila Monroe were laughing loudly from the front row, their voices abrupting through the silence so loudly.

“Oh my God, look at her,” Sophia cackled, flipping her long blonde hair. “Drooling again like a pathetic little puppy. Were you having a wet dream in class, Blake? So embarrassing.”

Lila leaned against Sophia’s shoulder, giggling obnoxiously. “She probably creamed her cheap panties just sitting there spacing out, what a loser.”

Snickers rippled across the room. I bit the inside of my cheek hard, forcing my expression to stay normal even as humiliation burned through me, Ava don’t react. Don’t give them the satisfaction. I’d learned that lesson the hard way since sophomore year. Sophia had decided I was her favorite target the moment I beat her GPA ranking, and Lila followed like the loyal little snake she was or should I say a puppet.

I slowly picked up the paper ball and smoothed it out on my desk, pretending their words didn’t sting. Inside was written in big pink letters: “Earth to Scholarship Slut.”

Class continued, but I couldn’t focus. My eyes kept drifting to the front of the room where he stood. Professor Damien Vale, He had joined the faculty at the beginning of senior year, and from the first moment I saw him, I was ruined and obsessed. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones and dark, intense eyes that made my stomach do a back flip every single time. He was unfairly gorgeous, the kind of man who looked like he belonged on magazine covers, not behind a lecture table. His voice was deep and commanding, even when he spoke in that cold, professional tone he used with everyone.

He never smiled and never showed favoritism. He acted like none of us existed beyond the grades he assigned. And somehow, that made my stupid crush even worse. Sophia raised her hand, leaning forward so her cleavage spilled out of her expensive top.

“Professor, can you explain that part again? I’m a little… distracted.”

Damien barely glanced at her. “Pay attention, Miss Kensington. The material is on the slides.” His voice had no warmth and no reaction to her obvious flirting. Just a flat response. I secretly loved that about him. The rest of the class dragged on. When it finally ended, I packed my bag quickly, hoping to slip out unnoticed but no such luck.

Sophia and Lila blocked my path at the end of the row, arms crossed, same matching smirks on their faces.

“Seriously, Ava,” Sophia said sweetly, loud enough for nearby students to hear. “If you’re going to fantasize in public, at least close your mouth, you literally looked brain dead and to be be fair it’s pathetic.”

Lila snorted. “Maybe she was thinking about Julian again. Or maybe she’s finally realizing she’ll never be on our level. Keep dreaming, charity case.”

I straightened my shoulders, refusing to shrink. “Are you done?”

Sophia stepped closer, her perfume suffocating. “Not even close. Watch your back this semester, I heard Julian’s getting impatient. He wants you crawling on your knees soon. You might as well start practicing.”

My stomach turned, julian Hale had been tormenting me for months the rich, entitled asshole who had decided he wanted to “own” me. He made my life hell whenever I rejected him, he began spreading rumors, messing with my group projects, and threatening my part time job, sophia loved helping him in doing that.

Before I could respond, a calm voice cut through the tension.

“Move.”

Zara Knox, my sharp tongued friend, appeared beside me like a storm. She glared at Sophia and Lila with zero fear.

“Unless you want me to accidentally spill my coffee on those overpriced extensions, get the fuck out of the way.”

Mia Chen, my sweet and gentle friend, stood right behind her, giving me a supportive smile even though she looked nervous.

Sophia laughed coldly. “Cute, The scholarship rejects, has a cute little bulldog.” She flicked her hair and walked off with Lila trailing behind, but not before whispering loud enough for me to hear, “Enjoy your sad little life, Blake.”

Zara rolled her eyes. “Bitches. You okay?”

I nodded, forcing a small smile even though my cheeks still burned. “I’m fine, it’s the same shit, different day.”

Mia linked her arm with mine as we walked out of the hall. “They’re just jealous because you’re smarter than both of them combined, they're just bunchs of overpriced dumb brains, ignore them.”

But it was getting harder to ignore. The bullying had worsened this semester, the pranks, rumors, public humiliation. We’d reported them multiple times, but the school authorities always dismissed it. Sophia’s father donated too much money and Julian’s family was even more powerful. We were just scholarship students making noise. As we stepped into the crowded hallway, I caught a glimpse of Professor Damien Vale walking ahead of us. His broad back was straight, steps confident and unhurried. He didn’t look at anyone, not even once. Yet my stupid heart still raced.

I wondered what it would feel like if he actually noticed me. If those strong hands touched me the way they did in my daydreams. If he unbuttoned that shirt for real and looked at me like I was his. A dangerous, addictive thought.

And If he could actually stare at me and notice me like he has never done before, just to me…

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  • My Professor is A Mafia    Chapter 45

    That evening I entered Damien’s office expecting the usual thick tension, the familiar click of the lock, the weight of his eyes on me the moment the door shut. I wore what he still required the short skirt, the low top and sat in the chair across from his desk without being told. He barely glanced at me as he nodded toward the open folder already waiting. “Work.”I opened it and tried to focus. The only sounds in the room for a long time were the quiet turning of pages and the low, steady hum of the desk lamp. Nearly an hour passed like that. My pen moved across the paper, but my mind kept drifting to the bruises still fading on my wrist, to the way he had stood between me and Julian in the hallway, to the dangerous quiet that always seemed to live under his controlled surface.Then he closed his laptop. The soft sound made my hand still. I looked up. Damien was watching me with an expression I couldn’t immediately read calm, but unyielding, the same way he looked when he refused

  • My Professor is A Mafia    Chapter 44

    The next day on campus dragged. I kept my left sleeve pulled down and tried to pay attention in lectures, but my wrist throbbed under the fabric and my thoughts kept circling back to the night before the way Damien’s thumb had moved over the bruises, the quiet warning in his voice, the silence that followed after I said Julian’s name. Between classes I stopped at my usual bench near the courtyard. Mia and Zara were already there. Zara took one look at my face and raised an eyebrow. “You’re doing that thing again where you look like you haven’t slept. What’s going on?” “Nothing,” I said, adjusting my sleeve. “Just tired.” Mia frowned. “You’ve been ‘just tired’ for days. And you keep pulling at your sleeve. Did something happen?” I shook my head too quickly. “It’s fine. Really.” Zara leaned forward. “Ava. You’ve been disappearing every evening, coming back quiet, and now you’re acting like someone kicked your dog. Talk to us.” “I can’t,” I said, softer. “Not right now

  • My Professor is A Mafia    Chapter 43

    I walked into Damien’s office that evening trying so hard to act normal that my shoulders ached from the effort. The short skirt and low top he still required felt heavier than usual. I kept my left sleeve pulled all the way down to my wrist, fingers lightly curled around the fabric as if that small grip could hide what was underneath. My hands were already trembling when I sat in the usual chair and opened the project folder.I didn’t look at him but I could feel him watching me the moment the door locked. The air in the office always changed when we were alone, but tonight it felt thicker, sharper. I turned a page I wasn’t reading and forced my breathing to stay even. Pretend nothing is wrong. Pretend the dark, fresh fingerprint bruises blooming around my left wrist aren’t there. Pretend Julian’s grip hadn’t been hard enough to leave proof.Damien noticed almost immediately.He didn’t speak at first. I heard the soft scrape of his chair, then the slow, deliberate sound of his footst

  • My Professor is A Mafia    Chapter 42

    The next few nights blurred into a confusing, addictive rhythm that left me more off-balance than the first time he had taken me.Every evening I still reported to his office after seven. Every evening the lock clicked behind me. And every evening, at some point, Damien would pull me down onto the floor sometimes on the rug in front of the desk, sometimes against the wall and fuck me with the same dark, relentless intensity. He never let me forget why we were here. “You started everything Ava,” he would growl against my ear while he thrust into me hard and deep, one hand pinning my wrists above my head, the other gripping my thigh hard enough to leave fresh marks. “Now take it.”He was still rough. Still almost cruel in the way he used my body. He still made me come harder than I ever had alone, shaking and gasping on the floor of his office while he buried himself to the hilt and filled me. And yet… between the roughness, small, unexpected things began to appear that I didn’t know

  • My Professor is A Mafia    Chapter 41

    I woke up the next morning with every muscle in my body aching and the unmistakable throb between my legs that made the previous night impossible to deny. When I sat up, a sharp soreness flared deep inside me. I pushed the covers down and stared. Faint bruises in the shape of his fingers marked my hips. My inner thighs were tender. There was a dull, lingering burn that made me press my legs together with a wince. I looked ruined, claimed. And the worst part was the way my stomach fluttered at the sight of it. I remembered everything in vivid, humiliating detail the way he had bent me over the desk, the brutal stretch of him forcing his way inside, the hand fisted in my hair, the sharp slap across my ass when I tried to talk back. He had been rough, almost cruel, snarling reminders that I had started it with every short skirt and every deliberate look. Yet afterward… afterward he had been different. He had pulled out slowly, breathing hard, then reached for tissues and cleaned me wi

  • My Professor is A Mafia    Chapter 40

    Mia and Zara were already waiting in the common room when I got back from my last lecture, both of them perched on the couch like they’d been planning the interrogation for hours. The second I dropped my bag, Zara pointed at me. “Okay, enough. You’ve been vanishing every single evening after seven, going straight to the business faculty, and coming back looking like you’ve been through a war. What’s actually going on with this ‘project’?” Mia’s voice was softer, but the worry in her eyes was clear. “You’ve been different, Ava. Quieter. Sometimes you come back flushed and shaky. Is he being weird with you? Is everything okay?”I kept my expression carefully neutral even as my stomach twisted. I couldn’t tell them. Not about the forced confessions, the hands under the desk, the way he had bent me over and made me come on his fingers while listing every teasing thing I’d ever done. I definitely couldn’t tell them what I suspected was coming. “It’s just the independent research

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