A PROFESSOR- STUDENT SUSPENSE MYSTERY THRILLER DARK ROMANCE NOVEL.🖤
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He knew it was illicit, She knew it was dirty, Both of them knew it was forbidden but they couldn't stop themselves from falling for each ot...
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" Professor," she whispers, her soft voice just like a rustle of breeze.
The respectful title is such a stark contrast to the yearning and desire in her gaze,
"This... this is wrong. We both know it." She looks up at him with a burning intensity.
As if she is waiting for him to devour her.
As if she is aching for him to ravish her.
He leans against a lab table littered with textbooks, watching her with an unnerving intensity.
His dark grey eyes, usually sparkling with intellectual sophistication when discussing quantum mechanics, are now ablaze with a different kind of fire.
" Isn't this wrong ?" She asks again ,this time herself taking a step towards him.
"Wrong by whose definition, hmm?" he counters , his deep voice like a low rumble resonating in the silent lab.
" Society " she breathes out.
" you think some societal construct can stop me ?" He steps closer, his huge shadow falling over her, and gently cups her face, his thumb tracing the delicate curve of her cheek.
" University " She huffs out again but leans more into his touch swiping her tongue over her lower lip.
"Tell me, when you look at me, when we're like this, does it feel wrong?" He lowers his head, his voice softening to a seductive murmur,
She archs into him urging him to touch her more and he squeezes her waist a little in a soft seductive manner.
" But sir what if they say this is wrong ? " She hisses closing her eyes.
" Then I'll finish them " He takes her earlobe between his teeth giving it a soft suck.
"But... my career," she chokes out with pleasure, as if the practicalities of her future colliding with the dizzying pull of her emotions makes her blind.
He looms over her closing their remaining gap.
" Tell me, Does this feel wrong ?" His lips touch the delicate curve of her neck.
" No " she gasps clutching his shirt.
"But your reputation , people will judge us Professor. This could ruin everything " she tip toes standing on her toes trying to atleast reach his shoulder.
But she can't, he is way too taller .
"Let them judge, miss Roy " he whispers, his gaze locking onto hers, unwavering, determined, intense, smoldering.
" Let the world be ruined, Let everything crumble around us. All that matters is this," we damn care " he lifts her into his arms, she immediately wrapping her legs around his waist.
" does this feels wrong baby ?" He nibbles on her jaw then licks the place to soothe the sting.
" No, not at all " she threads her fingers through his hair begging for more
" And this ?" He slowly slides the strap of her camisole looking at her eyes as if silently pleading for her consent
" No, ohhh " She whimpers as she helps him taking it off her shoulder with ease.
" Then stop worrying, as long as you feel it is right nothing else matters, and if anyone tries to make you feel this is wrong, you know what I'll do ? " his arms tightening around her like a vice.
