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My eyes sting, tears threatening to spill as I finally whisper, barely audible, “It… it was.” “Fuck no! She’s lying—it was not consensual. I told you, I manipulated her into kissing me—” Professor Lucien’s voice cracks with fury, his glare burning through me. I break completely. My chest caves as silent sobs shake me. I can’t bring myself to lie. Maybe the first time was, but the rest? It wasn’t. “Professor Lucien,” Nathaniel’s voice booms, “a romantic relationship with a student is against every code of conduct this institution upholds. For you to mastermind such behavior does nothing but drag the reputation of this esteemed college into the mud.”

“Dangers?” He nodded. “It’s not unheard of for professors to be accused of being attracted to students. I’ve heard some rumors about you and Miss Thatcher already—I believe it was Professor Richards who implied that you two may have had an unsavory relationship. Not that I’m accusing you of such a thing, of course; you seem to have a logical head on your shoulders, and…” “Forgive me, Professor Lovelace, but I’d appreciate it if you got to the point,” I said a bit shortly, although not unkindly.

“Even though you have short legs and small hands.” “Thank you.” I said blushing, while he picked me up and took me to the nearest mirror. Now it is more natural for me to look at myself in a mirror, and even more so when the person behind me is Dr. Mark. “You look so beautiful.” He repeats once again in my ears. Now he licks this one a little, while I hold my hands on his hips, while I turn around, leaving my reflection behind. This time I kiss him, placing my hands on his chin while he lets me touch him. So my tongue and his come together as one. I don't believe in fairy tales, but I feel like a princess and he is a prince who loves me, and he tells me how beautiful I am. I feel like we are

"I'm not getting in the mix at all. There's nothing going on here." "Take the freaking advice, Madison." She snapped. "Okay, Georgia." I gritted out. Then we looked at each other and smiled. The kiss was never going to repeat itself, because I was going to stay far, far away from Luc- no- professor Buford. We were only going to be teacher and student, nothing more. There could be nothing more between us, because he was a complication. A big one. And there was no future between the both of us. Only an uneventful end would ever await that whole mess. If it ever happened. Which would never happen of course.

He reached out and tilted my chin up with two fingers, forcing me to meet his intense gaze. “You’re a brilliant student, Elena,” he said, using my first name for the first time tonight. The sound of it on his tongue sent a shiver straight to my core. “But lately, I suspect your mind isn’t entirely on your thesis.” My cheeks burned. He was right. I’d been fantasizing about him constantly. But he wasn’t the only one. There was also Professor Marcus Vale — the brooding psychology professor with the deep voice and commanding presence — and Professor Julian Cross, the charming yet dangerously possessive history lecturer. All three of them had been giving me special attention lately, and the forbi

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.

Now he was warm in the wrong direction. For the last few weeks, I have tried to play nice. Dropping Nova off on time. Smiling politely. Avoiding digs. But what had that gotten me? He barely looked at me now. And when he did, it was with detachment, like I was some inconvenient duty he had to check off. Like Nova was a tether he wished didn’t exist. No. Lena would not win. I picked up my phone and typed out a message to an old friend. “If a certain professor were… fraternizing with a student, what kind of damage could that do to a school’s reputation?”

“Lesson three: complete surrender.” He thrust deep in one long stroke, burying every inch in her tight heat. Lila cried out loud. “Fuck! It’s so deep… You’re stretching me so much, Professor.” He started pounding her hard, his hips slapping loudly against her ass. The desk shook under them. “This is what those old novels were really about. The older, powerful man claiming his young student. Feel how tight you grip me? This sweet pussy was made for your mentor’s cock.” “Harder,” she begged, pushing back to meet every thrust. “Even though it’s so wrong… fuck your student harder, Professor. Please!”

"Unfortunately, hearts are terrible tailors." We sit together in silence again. Then she squeezes my hand. "Is it him?" she asks. I hesitate. Then nod. "Yes." "The professor." "Yes." Ines exhales slowly. "Well, that is spectacularly inconvenient." I laugh despite myself. "You have no idea." "Oh, I do. I study tragic romance in literature. This is practically textbook." I groan. "Please don't compare my life to a doomed Victorian novel." "No promises." Her expression softens again. "Just be careful."

I was not ready to tell her that I had slept with my professor who was a married man. I swallowed and shifted my gaze to Anthony who was standing before me with hands in his pockets and face blank. I looked past him to the students, wishing they would go back inside their rooms. I hated the audience we had and lord knows what Anthony wanted to do. “I… Can I help you, Professor Marison?” I asked with a heavy tongue. Anthony nodded firmly and looked away from me. I could see the struggle on his face. It was almost as if he was fighting himself from doing something wrong and I prayed he fought against it well.