"Tell me." He whispered, voice husky with amusement. "If I take this dress off of you and touch you here." His thumb traced slow circles over the tightening nub, rubbing gently, deliberately making it harder. "Would you be wet, Олонок?" Heat surged through me like wildfire. My breath hitched before I could stop it. My lips parted, and instinctively, I bit down on my lower lip, tasting my own flesh. His thumb continued its torturous dance over the areola, small circles that became firmer, coaxing every nerve to attention. I could feel the skin puckering under his touch, my body betraying me in slow, shuddering responses. I wanted to pull away, to stand, to breathe but the grip of his gaze held me captive. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elara Sinclair came to Maryville to disappear. After fleeing the engagement her father arranged, one that would have chained her to a life she didn't choose. She only wants quiet, classes, anonymity, and a future of her own making. But quiet shatters the moment she enrolls in Russian during her third year. Her professor, Draven Volkov, is everything she should avoid. Commanding Magnetic Impossible to ignore. His dark eyes promise more than language lessons, and his words curl around her like silk. But behind the sharp suits and the accent is a man with secrets far more dangerous than she realizes. Because Draven Volkov isn't just a professor. He's Lucius Romanov, heir to a ruthless Russian mafia dynasty, hiding in plain sight. As Elara struggles to outrun her past, she finds herself entangled in his. Desire wars with fear, attraction with survival, and every step closer to him pulls her deeper into a world of power, deception, and sin. In Maryville, falling for the wrong man doesn't just break hearts. It can cost lives.

Bellamy I was late to class. He made sure everyone knew it. Dr. Elijah Parks. My Microbiology professor. Brilliant. Distant. Impossible to crack. He barely looks at me. Barely acknowledges me. And when he does, it's to make some dry, cutting remark meant to put me in my place. But I see the way his jaw tightens when I push back. The way his hands clench when I tease. The way his cold, unreadable eyes darken when I step too close. I didn't expect him to get under my skin the way he does. I didn't expect to enjoy pushing his buttons, cracking that icy exterior until I saw the fire underneath. And I definitely didn't expect our late nights in the lab to start feeling less like work and more like a dangerous game-one we're both on the verge of losing. Elijah I don't like people. I tolerate them. I endure them when necessary. But I don't like them. Bellamy Rhodes is no exception. My late best friend's daughter. She's brilliant. Headstrong. Reckless. She gets under my skin in a way no one ever has. And the worst part? She knows it. I ignore her. I cut her down with sharp words and colder looks. I remind her, again and again, that I am not someone to be toyed with. And yet she keeps pushing, keeps testing, keeps smiling at me like she knows something I don't. She's temptation wrapped in chaos-bold, relentless, completely unaware of just how much she affects me. She pushes me too far. She tests every boundary I set. She teases me with that wicked little smirk, knowing damn well I'm close to snapping. She's forbidden fruit. And God help me, I've already taken a bite. *** Professor x Student Grumpy MMC that's secretly a softie Jealous/possessive MMC

❝I want you so bad.❞ I tease him while trailing my hand up his white buttoned shirt feeling his abs. "Ms. Rose.." His voice was soft and sweet when I lowered myself down to his sleek black dress pants. "We shouldn't do this." He sighed looking down at me as I look up at him as well. "I know, but I want to." "I want to feel all of you Elijah." I unbuttoned his shirt revealing himself to me as I kept myself on my knees. His body was absolutely stunning, chiseled but soft toned abs. "V-Ms. Rose." He groans as I kiss and lick every muscle throughout his body. "Stop talking and let me touch you." I go back up to his face to kiss his wet pink lips. Elijah moans softly in my mouth as I swirled my tongue all around. Slowly, I take both of his pale hands as I still kiss him and put his touch on the back of my zipper. He knew quickly what he was suppose to do, so he unzips my dark red dress and pulls off the dress showing myself to him as well. "Oh..my" He cleared his throat as he saw my cleavage popping right in those dark blue eyes. I never thought I would've grown sexually attracted to my own professor. "Elijah? what the hell is going on in there" Highest rankings # #1 passion #1 slowburn #1 temptation #1 smallagegap #1 risky #1 seduction #2 chancellor #7 unholy #33 hidden #40 badgirlgoodboy #76 tension

He looked so innocent reading his book, almost peaceful. I stopped in the frame, admiring his face. His brows were pulled together in a concentrated manner. His jaw was defined, leading up to his musculine body. I couldn't take my eyes from him until I heard a low chuckle. "Won't you come in?", he asked me, his blue eyes lingering on me with an indescribable look. "Eh yeah of course, sorry, I did not want to interrupt you reading.." "You would never interrupt me", he responded without any doubt in his voice. Unable to say anything else I walked towards him, my knees weak, as well as my self control. I took the seat across from him and smiled shyly at him. "So, where do we start Professor?" --------------------------- Liz had believed that this would just be her last semester in college. Nothing extraordinary. But when she met her new handsome professor, she quickly had to realise that staying on the normal path could become more difficult than she had thought. -------------------------- #1 in professor!!

Meerab Mahnoor, 22, a breathtaking beauty with fire in her soul and poetry on her lips, graduated in English Honours from Hyderabad Central University. Her dream? To earn her M.A in Literature from London and return as someone her parents could proudly speak of. But London wasn't just a place of books and dreams-it was a storm waiting to swallow her whole. Because the danger didn't wear a mask. It wore a suit. And stood at the front of her classroom. Khan Murtasim Khan, 28, sinfully hot, cold-eyed, and maddeningly unreadable, was in his fourth year of PhD studies-and her professor. He didn't smile. He didn't bend. But when his gaze found Meerab, everything began to unravel. He noticed her. He watched her. And then... he wanted her. The glances turned into tension. The tension turned into obsession. And Meerab? She stepped into a game of shadows with a man who could ruin her... or awaken everything she never knew she craved. Because some lessons aren't taught in books-some are learned between stolen glances, whispered threats, and forbidden touches. He's supposed to guide her, not crave her. She's supposed to respect him, not need him. But some stories don't follow the syllabus. And some desires? They're just waiting to be unleashed. Dark secrets. Stolen glances. A past that won't stay buried. And a chemistry that refuses to be denied. This is not your typical campus romance. It's twisted. It's intense. It's everything you weren't ready for. Tropes you'll love: Professor × Student Age Gap (6 years) Possessive Male Lead Sweet Bubly Female Lead Dark Academia Vibes Enemies to Obsession Power Play Mystery + Slow Burn + Smut Hidden Past / Forbidden Romance He Falls First. He Falls Hard. Are you ready to enter the classroom where love is the most dangerous subject of all? ~ Edited Version of Professor Khan's Beloved!

The Second Generation Book of "She Became His Sunshine" ☀️❤️ Two hearts. Two broken souls. Two healing hearts. When two broken souls meet two rays of sunshine, what happens? ❤️ First Couple - Advika × Reyansh Advika Singhania - A cheerful, bubbly girl and her parents' little princess. Sweet at heart, but cold and calculative in the business world. Reyansh Rathore - A cold, calculative doctor who hides his feelings behind silence. A love-starved soul who secretly longs to be loved. ❤️ Second Couple - Rudra × Paakhi Rudra Singhania - A cheerful, talkative doctor with an infectious smile. He loves teasing everyone and can never stay quiet. Paakhi - A young widow who has never known true love. Broken by her past, she has stopped believing that anyone could ever love her. Four souls. Four different stories. Two broken hearts waiting to be healed. ❤️‍🩹 Will these four souls finally find their way to each other? Will Reyansh and Paakhi, who have spent their lives craving love, finally get the love they deserve? And will Advika and Rudra become the sunshine that heals their broken hearts? Will these four hearts find their forever together? Will the broken hearts finally heal? And will Paakhi finally find the love she has always deserved? ❤️‍🩹

Harshitha Reddy has never known love. With her scars, insecurities, and quiet life in a middle-class family, she longs for someone who sees her for who she is. Arun Rathore is good-looking, respectful, and hardworking, carrying his own hidden scars beneath a calm exterior. When their paths cross, two imperfect souls discover that true love isn't about being flawless - it's about embracing each other's flaws and finding completeness together.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭. . . . . . . . . . . Living in The Colony was all Josie knew. To the outside world it was a cult of brainwashed victims all under the spell of Kade Rogers, but to her it was home. That was up until a series of events that led up to her escape. If only fate wasn't so cruel as to lead her away from one monster and put her directly into the hands of another. Now, with a new sense of determination, Josie explores the world outside of The Colony and learns the hard way that trust is a dangerous weapon of destruction. Trying to lead a normal life starting college proves to be impossible after meeting Nico Blaine. He was everything she was suppose to stay away from. But when Josie lay's eyes on the tattooed beauty, she can't help it. What starts out as a innocent infatuation turns into a twisted tale of betrayal. .. . . . . . . . . . - Dark romance - Explicit sexual content - Mature themes - Criminal - Villain - Anti-hero #1 goodgirlxbadboy #1 darklove

Meera never wanted to get tangled in complicated things. She was happy in her quiet world-books, her studies, the steady rhythm of her business economics classes, and the soft beats of her Bharatanatyam practice. Life wasn't flashy, but it was hers, filled with the warm embrace of family traditions and the comfort of her roots, even in a foreign land. She kept her heart guarded, shy but strong, holding on tight to the simple joys. Adrian Hernandaz lived in a different lane-fast bikes, underground boxing rings where the punches told stories no one else heard, and nights that burned like wildfire. At 24, he carried that Spanish bad boy swagger, but beneath the grit was a storm-anger, pain, a past he ran from by dropping out and leaving everything behind. Now, back in Burlington, standing once again in the place where it all began, he had one clear goal: to rewrite his future. And at the center of it all was Meera-his childhood sweetheart, the quiet girl with a fire of her own. Their worlds collided again, bringing back old memories and new sparks, a bond as deep as it was effortless. Your support means the world to me, so don't forget to drop a vote and leave some comments! 🗳️💬 Oh, and a gentle reminder, all the images I'm using belong to their amazing rightful owners, and let's keep the creativity flowing-no copying, please! 🚫📝

Nithila never wanted the spotlight. She was happy in her little world - a classroom filled with giggles, crayons, and the smell of chalk. Teaching at a small government school wasn't fancy, but it meant everything to her. The kids adored her, and she loved them right back, one lesson, one drawing, one tiny hug at a time. Arjun Adithyan lived in a different world - stadiums, flashing cameras, fans screaming his name. Cricket wasn't just his passion, it was his life. But somewhere between winning matches and collecting trophies, he'd started feeling... tired. A part of him missed something real. Something grounded. That breeze had reached the storm. And before he even knew it, he wanted more of it all the characters in this story is fictional and none of them represents real person. Please dont cop my work