Professor Enzo And Lila Novels & Stories

To say Enzo wasn’t handsome would be a total lie, his whole persona gave off sexy big dick energy aura. He turns back and his eyes catches mine staring at me causing me to flush red. He leans forward with his elbow on the table. “Why do I seem to always catch you staring at me?” his deep voice whispers. Breaking eye contact, I clear my throat. “I wasn’t staring at you….” I moan from the taste of the juicy lobster causing Enzo to smirk and went on to eat his meal. We ate in silence but it wasn’t an awkward silence which I enjoyed.

|| Author POV || Rosa reached her room. Lilia had treated her wound but the pain in her chest didn’t subside. She stood in front of the mirror and stared at the dried mud on her face. She mentally palmed her face, how embarrassing. How humiliating! But the memory of his eyes on her and his touch… it all came rushing back. The way his fingers had brushed her skin like she was something his. He was her professor. Right? He’d taken responsibility for her just because she had nowhere to go… that’s all it was.

"Vivian, you're mine. You'll always be my only one." I had nearly melted in his arms. I thought ten years of devotion had finally paid off. How laughable. I finally understood that for a man like Enzo, sex, love, and power were three entirely different things. He could take what he wanted from my body while plotting his conquest of the Falcone princess. Those sweet nothings were just cheap tricks to lube up his "practice run." My phone vibrated. An encrypted message from Marco, Enzo's underboss. [Boss says to handle it. Package at the door.]

Madison flushed red. "Do you want me to teach you then?" Enzo smirked. He was teasing her but got surprised when she nodded in agreement. T BC

He reached over and grabbed the stack of papers. Her heart skipped a beat and she got a good whiff of his cologne. The both of them stared at each other, a form of heat expanding around them. It wasn't until the door opened that professor Thompson finally pulled away. "Well, Ms.Moore, thank you for lending a hand. I will see you next class and hopefully you're early next time." The man held out his hand and glanced at the person that stepped in. It's Mrs.Laime, she's a Spanish professor. "Oi dios mio. I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was inside." She chuckles nervously.

His hands obeying his words, from my shoulders down to my breast and he was firm on it. I should have said something…that I didn’t want to be apart of this class that this so called professor was trying to take advantage of me with his sick excuse of dance but no…I remained mute. He moved his hands down to my abdomen, his head came to my neck, breathing on it heavily that the sensation brought a tingling feeling gushing through my veins. He was slow. “Eyes on me Juliana.” Breathy his words fanned and stroke my hearing that my eyes found his.

As Myra watched Lica standing there, tall and lean, her nose unnaturally slim and straight, her brows lifted with the help of an experienced surgeon, she felt sudden rage. As the events of Valentina’s last day replayed in her mind, she felt hot with pure rage. The one thing Lica had bullied Valentina for was Professor Cal. She had seemed particularly offended that Valentina had filed those charges against the Professor. What was the deal with them then? Was he just her favorite teacher, or was there something else between them?

Leo is downstairs and dressed in his usual leather jacket style, you would think twenty two years old man won’t want anything to do with his fifteen year old self, but he is the Same, just in a harder and taller body. My professor is sitting alone, nursing an Americano. He looks calm and composed, like we didn’t just have a leg shaking make out session on the stairs. Just seeing him got me excited. My body remembering how his hands kneaded my ass with perfection. I shivered again. This time with want. I wonder if I will ever stop wanting him. “I’m ready.” “Finally.” Cecilia groans. I keep my eyes on my professor who sat so still you’d think he was a statue.

“I guess so because a certain doll is calling you.” I snatched my phone from the table, surprised to see that Dahlia was calling. I’d saved her contact as little doll and I was certain Juan was going to tease me about it later. I moved away from him to answer the call. “Hello?” I asked unsurely, wondering whether the call was a mistake. “Professor…” she slurred, immediately making me straighten up in alert. “Yes, Dahlia?” “Professor.” She repeated. “You’re an asshole. A big one.”

By the time I finished, the nervous tension in my chest had eased. The room fell quiet. Professor Jackson studied me for a moment. Then he gave a small nod. “Correct.” One word. Yet something flashed briefly in his eyes before he looked away and continued the lecture. A thing so small that no one else should have noticed it. Unfortunately, Ari noticed everything. She leaned toward me the second he turned his back. “Is it just me,” she whispered, “or did our hot professor just give you the eye?” A laugh escaped me before I could stop it.