Novel & Cerita Student Professor Romance Books

**Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Power can be the ultimate aphrodisiac. Especially when it’s held by a man who knows exactly how to break a woman down and rebuild her into his perfect little pet. Tonight’s confession is about a strict professor and his failing student — turned into a very personal, very secret research subject on the limits of female pleasure. This one is slow-burning, controlling, and deliciously filthy. Here is the confession of “Professor’s Pet Project.” ---

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.

But those attempts quickly realized they could never compete with the professor's loyalty to his work. When he looked at Isa, he could see it. Her eyes were dark... brown like a barren forest in a frigid, snowless winter night. Yet amidst the trees was a flame. It was the same spark Isa saw in her professor that now plagued her fantasies. The sin, immorality, corruption of it all... No. She's a student. The relationship between a professor and student should always remain chaste. Although if we lived in a lawless society, Theodore would have Isa's hands bounded and her ass branded with his belt.

The sensations were electrifying, and I couldn't help but close my eyes, savoring the blissful intimacy of the moment. Professor Blake's hands gently cradled my face as he continued to shower my neck with affectionate kisses. His actions were filled with both passion and tenderness, and I could feel the love and desire that flowed between us like an unending current. As his lips moved upward, his eyes met mine, and in that shared gaze, we communicated a profound understanding. This connection was not just about physical desire; it was a union of hearts and souls that defied the conventional boundaries of professor and student.

Seriously, what is happening to me? He turned around and walked to the whiteboard. He started writing on it after picking up the marker. I moved my head down. I don't want to look at him. He is making me crazy. "Oh, my god, Inaya. Our English professor is so hot." Anu whispered in my ear. "You can date him. I'm giving you the green signal." I glared at him instantly. She is saying nonsense. "What? Don't you find him hot?" She asked, raising her brows in shock. I think she has lost her mind. He is indeed hot but that doesn't mean I'll date my professor.

SIENNA'S POV The whole lecture felt like a fever dream I couldn’t wake up from. Professor Thorne Elias started the class as if there was nothing wrong. He kept a steady pace as he taught about forbidden desire in literature, power dynamics and the way characters destroy themselves chasing what they can’t have. It felt more to me like every word was arrowed at me, heck this entire topic was a bullet aimed at me. I sat there frozen, my notebook was open but my pen wasn't moving. I pressed my thighs together under the desk as flashbacks of last night came running through my mind.

It was late into the evening and they were sitting on one of the large couches in the living room, she was lying on top of him and he had an arm slung over her back, fingers trailing circles on her naked ass, She'd preheated the pizza he ordered earlier and they'd eaten until their stomachs were full and now, they were watching a soap drama on tv. Everything almost felt normal, She was a girl and he was a guy and they were just lounging around after a day of hot sex. But nothing about them was normal. She wasn't just any girl and he wasn't any guy either. He was her professor and she was his student. Maya sat up, shuffling away from his hold. She wound her arms around her body protectively,

I could damn near smell the forest, my day dream was practically tangible. Don’t forget the deliciously lickable cowboy abs, Maya had added. Ally taught me how to look up our professors on a site called Rate My Professor. It’s basically a website where students can rate their courses and their professors. Ally was particularly taken with her Human Resources prof she’d had earlier that day. I had to admit, he was very attractive. He had this light little smirk in his bio picture that made my belly tingle and brain zone out. That’s not your belly tingling, girlie. That’s your lady parts, Maya chipped in.

Not moving. Just burning a hole through me with those eyes. “Shit,” I whispered. Mike noticed. “Who’s that?” “No one.” Mike grinned. “The kind of no one that looks like he wants to murder me for touching you?” “He’s… complicated.” Mike raised a brow. “Does complicated have a name? Or do I keep dancing with you and risk catching a drink to the face?” “His name’s Adrian. He's our professor.” Mike’s grin widened. “What? I didn't know we had a hottie as our professor.”

Then two. She almost picks up her phone, hesitates, and opens her browser. Searches for his name. Jace Maddox. It's harmless. Curiosity. She's just … loving her students! That's what good instructors do. But then she looks at a photo of him, jaw set, sleeves rolled up, turned away from the camera, standing next to a lifted black truck, and something squirms in her lower belly. Some of his images are outdated, but that’s neither here nor there. In fact, you need to make her thumb linger on the screen one extra beat, Close enough that her legs do go a little rubbery, that she will have to do something or die.