"Intimate relationships among the teachers is prohibited in this academy. So make sure no one hears your moans from behind closed doors." ~ After years of hard work, infinite patience and endless prayers, Antonia Rodriguez could finally achieve her dream of being a History professor at Queen's Academy, one of Britain's most prestigious universities. Even so, she felt her life succumbing to further dormancy. The consecutive disappointments in her private life only intensified her insatiable desires. Desires that included getting tied up and being used like a ragdoll by a dominant man. In an unexpected turn of events, Antonia's wildest fantasies come true in the form of a handsome thirty-two years old man named Rhys Clyde, who also happened to be the Chancellor of the very academy she taught in. Young, brilliant, powerful and with a PhD in Mathematics, Professor Clyde is more than the proper gentleman he appears to be, hiding a dark personality that is reserved exclusively for bedroom exhortations. Tempted by each other and the illicit nature of their relationship, the two are in for a dangerous gamble. Highest rank: #25 in Romance on 10.11.21 #23 in Mature on 12.11.21 #1 in BDSM on 18.11.21

❝Aw, you're so pretty when you lie,❞ Alyssa gushes mockingly, condescending malice dripping from her tone. A devious smirk tips up a side of Vincent's full lips that were still swollen from kissing her yesterday, ❝Hmm, am I now? If that's the case then I guess I'll keep on lying to you.❞ The assassin's breath hitches when he saunters closer, backing her up against the wall of their shared hotel room. ❝What... what do you mean?❞ She fucking hates that her voice comes out all pathetically breathless. What she hates even more is that every single nerve, every cell in my body comes roaring to life at the feel of his warm callused hand leisurely inching up her inner thigh. Because no matter how much she liked to deny it, she only ever felt like she was truly living when his hands, his mouth, his touch was on her. ❝I'll lie to you, Alyssa. Since you say I'm so pretty when doing so.❞ She swallows thickly, trying her best to appear unfazed. ❝Go on then. Lie. It's what you're best at after all.❞ ❝I don't want to kiss you.❞ He cups her face and the pad of his thumb drags her soft bottom lip to the side. ❝I really don't want to taste and see whether you're as sweet as I remember.❞ Alyssa inhales sharply at the reminder and then again when she feels his other hand lightly trace down the center seam of her lace panties. ❝And I sure as hell don't want to fuck you up against this wall.❞ {𝓮𝔁𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮} 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 #23 in spying #133 in mobboss #293 in eroticromance #305 in steamy #411 in mafiaprincess #653 in assassin ⚠ mature language & sexual scenes ⚠