"Do you want me to answer your question as your student, or as a woman?" I question him. He looks surprised at my question, while I'm eager to hear his answer. "What's the difference, exactly?" he answers my question, with one of his own. "I will have to be more respectful if I answer as your student." I look at him, wearing a smirk on my lips. WARNINGS : vulgar language, explicit content. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK :)

"I've learned my lesson Mr. Bateman" I say as I stand up from my desk and walk up to his. "Have you really Miss Summers?" What the hell is wrong with this man? "Can I go now Mr. Bateman? I really don't want to miss the rest of my classes." I said standing in front of him. God he's so tall. "Your other classes are more important than mine I see." He says not keeping his eyes off of mine. "No, your class is just as important as the rest of them. If not more." I said getting angry. Why isn't he letting me go? "It's obviously not if you came to my class unbelievably late!!" He said raising his voice. "It's not my fault! Just fucking relax!" Damn I regret that now. "Who do you think you're talking to Miss Summers?! You're acting like a child!" A child? The nerve of this man! "I am NOT a child! I am anything but that! You're a damn child!" His eyes widened. Oops.. "Me? A child? Miss Summers You're gonna be here everyday for an hour till you learn how to respect me." WHAT? God he's got me so mad but I want to rip off his clothes so bad. This is so wrong for me to be thinking like this.. "Think like what Miss Summers?" Dammit. "N-Nothing" He lifted me into the desk and he bit my bottom lip causing me to gasp. His hand trailed into my shirt, caressing my skin...

**MATURE CONTENT** He lifted up my patterned skirt with his cruel hands. The same hands that drove me to despair. I let out a faint sigh as he glanced at my exposed nakedness and then glanced up at me with his penetrating eyes. Those same eyes that made my whole being shake. "She's mine now." He voiced while mindlessly rubbing my opening. ••• Ivy Williams had spent eighteen years in a town that felt like a cage. Hidden away in the quiet of Maine, nothing ever changed-except the growing emptiness inside her. At home, love was distant. At school, she was invisible. Her life felt small, silent... already decided. So when she was sent away to a boarding school miles from everything she knew, she didn't fight it. She saw it as an escape. A beginning. She didn't know it would unravel everything. Because that's where she met him. Jack Knight. Her teacher. Young-too young, some whispered. The kind of man who didn't have to try to be noticed, yet somehow never gave anything away. His voice was calm, almost hypnotic, every word chosen with care. His eyes-dark, unreadable-lingered just a second too long, as if he saw more than he should. No one knew where he came from. No one knew why he was there. But Ivy felt it-the quiet danger beneath his charm, the secret buried behind every measured glance. And somehow... he was looking right at her and only her.

This book is Completed --------------(student/teacher) "What if I told you he can't make you feel as good as I can?" Before I know it he pulls me into him. When his lips touch mine my first instinct is to kiss him back. His lips are so soft as they expertly move on mine. Mr. Morgan's hand moves to the back of my neck for better access as I run my fingers through his hair. He groans softly in my mouth as we continue our kiss. I feel like electricity is shooting through my whole body, begging me for more. Mr. Morgan seems to understand this need as his other hand grabs my waist and pulls me to him. I'm in a daze, drinking in his touch, his lips, his tongue as it meets my own. I've never been kissed this way, so hungry and passionate. A moan escapes my lips as Mr. Morgan presses me against the nearest wall, he moves down as he kisses my neck. His moves are desperate, enticing, it draws me in like a moth to the flame. Then I remember that he's my teacher, and I'm his student, and I have a boyfriend... ------------------------------------ Livia has it all great boyfriend, great friends, and a new teacher. When her senior year of high school goes wrong, starting with her boyfriend, she learns that there's no such thing as the perfect life. Even though she was living that facade for so long. Shawn is a History teacher with a past, he just can't help himself when it comes to Livia. But his past might come back to bite him in the ass. Not to mention the consequences of liking your student. ---------------- #wattys2017