Professor Enzo And Lila Novels & Stories

I hear charcoal scratching the paper, he’s already drawing. I take my underwear down, step out of them, and I’m completely naked in my professor’s studio. “Sit on the stool in the stage.” I climb the two steps, the wooden stool pressing under me. The spotlight is bright, exposing. I cross my arms over my breasts, dying of shame. “Drop your arms.” “Mateo…” “Professor Sandoval.” His tone is sharp. “In this studio, you call me Professor. And you follow instructions. Arms down.”

"Olivier will get there. He is not a bad person. He is just grieving. He is only twenty-three, and he was raised to believe that protecting the family name is how you show love. It isn't, but it is all he knows." "I know something about that too," I said. "I thought you might." We sat in silence for a moment. "I should probably get back to Lyon soon," Enzo said, standing up from his chair. "Finals are coming. My professor hates it when people miss class. I already used my grandmother's funeral as an excuse back in February, so I am running out of family emergencies." He paused, looking at me. "Though, technically, this counts as one. I just discovered a sister. That seems pretty important."

“You don’t understand.” Ethan turned to me, still breathing hard. “Don’t defend him, Lessie. You deserve better than..” “Seems like your friend hasn’t been all that truthful with you, Ethan.” Dante’s voice cut clean through the chaos. Deep. Controlled. Dangerous. Ethan froze, frowning. “What the hell are you talking about?” My stomach dropped. “Professor Dante, don’t.” He finally looked at me. His eyes caught mine, and for a fleeting moment, I saw something dark flicker there.

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?