Novel & Cerita Professor And Student Romance Books

“Yes. It’s her. It’s been her this whole time. I didn’t know at first, but then I saw her at Velvet, and—” “And you didn’t tell us?” Riley cut in. “You’ve been sexting with her? And now you’re… what? Emotionally invested? Fucking with her?” “Damn.” Alex whistled. “That’s a whole trope. Professor-student forbidden romance with BDSM? I read fanfic that starts like this.” “Alex…” I groaned. “I’m just saying,” he added, grinning. “This is my favorite genre.” Riley still looked like she wanted to throw something. “She’s like a decade older than you, Matthew.”

I knew that I would obey her like the law until the end of my life. She was my queen, my universe, my world, and my everything. I didn't know what would happen to me if she ever left me, but I think I might go insane. We may have started our relationship in a forbidden way and ended up in pain, but this time, I'll do my best to make sure that our new beginning will end up in euphoria. I am Dashiel Davin Carter, the Psychopath Professor of Marra, and I am her Psychopath Lover. And now, I could hereby say that the class has officially dismissed. The End.

she moaned, her body trembling as his lips found the sensitive skin of her neck. Killian inhaled deeply, his grip tightening around her fragile frame. His tongue traced slow tantalizing circles over her skin. “Ah—” Rosa moaned, frustrated. “Pr-professor-ah—” she tried to push him away at the weird sensation. Killian stopped and a dark chuckle escaped his lips. Leaning in close, his voice dropped to a dangerous whisper in her ear, “Does a professor and his student do things like this?” His words made her eyes widen in shock. Killian’s lips brushed her jaw softly, coaxing her eyes to flutter closed.

He added. “Why would I say that?” Nikki asked, keeping her gaze turned away from the professor. “Because I am sure I am just being egotistical, and everything is in my head.” Thorn offered with a slight scoff. At that, Nikki looked at him. “Oh?” she asked. “Yes.” He scowled. “I don’t like any of the female professors on campus because I constantly feel like they are trying to get me to sleep with them.” He revealed. Nikki had to hold back her chuckle. “I know it sounds ridiculous, but I feel like they throw themselves at me no matter how I respond.” He complained. “So, I go out of my way to seem disinterested in them, thus causing them to respond unpleasantly to me.”

My laptop history was a testament to it—the endless tabs of dark erotica, the niche p**n sites, the stories that pushed boundaries most people wouldn’t even consider. Liam, bless his vanilla heart, had never understood it. He’d barely understood a missionary position on a Tuesday night. But Draco… Draco understood. He didn’t just understand; he fed it. He was a walking, breathing manifestation of every dark fantasy I’d ever scrolled through. And now he was my professor. The thought should have sent me running for the hills, transferring departments, changing my major. Instead, it made my clit twitch. My body, always so quick to betray me, was already anticipating the next encounter. The next

I retreated back on my seat, sharing a glance with Stephano who mirrored my expression. We both were caught red handed. “Uh. Sir we were discussing work?” His sentence came out more like a question. “Work? With her face in your neck?” Professor arched an eyebrow at me, expecting an answer. I gulped. “Well-" Before I could say anything further he stopped me with his hand in the midair. “I suggest you both try to keep your adult romance at bay in the class or I’ll have to kick you out.” He venomously rasped out in silence. The students were looking at us with an unreadable expression.

That was the goal, nothing else. But no matter how fast I went, I couldn’t outrun what I’d seen. Aiden’s hand on her waist. Aiden’s smile, soft, easy. Aiden’s lips on hers. I clenched my jaw and twisted the throttle harder. The tires screamed against the asphalt. It wasn’t supposed to matter this much. I wasn’t supposed to care this much. He was my professor. My obsession. My mistake. But he wasn’t supposed to belong to anyone else.

And my gay best friend right here had fantasized about Chadwick a lot, despite he had his own boyfriend. Gabriel walked over to Chadwick, leaning his hip against the island. "Professor Chadwick. You remember me right. I am Gabriel, your student. I have a huge crush on you, a wild one actually." I wanted to die at that very instant. How did I forget my best friend was a fucking radio without control. Of course he would approach our professor in one swing. I looked at Chadwick, whose expression had turned into a burning furnace of rage. Gabriel was always so bad at reading the room.

He asked me, propping himself up on his hand. “Yeah, much better,” I whispered, not wanting to break this moment between us. Placing another of those soft kisses he sat up and said, “I’m going to change.” . . A Gupta . Have you checked out my other books? If you're new, do check out my books. They all are completed and are dark romance with twisted heroes that will make you hate them but by the end of the book you'll fall for them still!! You can start with, Bride To Be and Saved By The Devil.

Making sure I nibbled on his lips. It had started innocently enough. I was a 21-year-old literature major with a crush on my 46-year-old professor that had grown into something much more dangerous. Professor Harden was everything I shouldn’t want. He was married, but he claimed he was separated with his wife. He was powerful, and completely off-limits. But the way he looked at me during lectures… the way his voice dropped when he said my name… I couldn’t resist it. It started with “extra credit” sessions in his office. Then late-night meetings. Then the first time he bent me over his desk and fucked me while the rest of the campus slept.