"𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏, 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆. " ♡ To Isabella Woods, life was heading in the same expected direction: straight A's, perfection, a normal social life, and stability. The last thing she could have ever expected was a professor who would tear her down and treat her differently from all of the rest. Professor Kloss had no intention of inflating her infuriating student's large ego as everyone had room for improvement. She was content with her life no matter how lonely it felt. She was cold and dismissive the two of them were up for a challenge. Who would break first? Who would overcome and outwit the other? But what would happen when they realized the frustration would grow to something else? Could Isabella melt her? Can Val and Isabella overcome their hate and see each other differently? What happens when Isabella catches feelings for her Professor? Can they overcome the obstacles that stand in their way? *THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. I AM NOT ENCOURAGING FORBIDDEN RELATIONSHIPS. ALL CHARACTERS ARE ABOVE THE AGE OF CONSENT*

"What is your problem?!" I yelled back. She is starting to piss me off with these damn mood swings and it's messing with my head. "Excuse me." She snarled as she walked up to me. "I don't know who messed you up this damn badly but whoever it is needs to be put in jail, because the way you treat people is not fucking acceptable. None of us have done anything to you and yet you are acting like we ruin your life. I just-" I didn't even have time to finish because a hand was on my throat and my back was against the wall, and all of a sudden, her lips were on mine. I was so lost but at the same time content. She put her hands on my waist and dug her nails into me. My hands went into her dark hair and she lifted my right leg and pressed herself against me. I felt something touch my center and that's when I realized what it was. I moaned as I pictured what it would feel like inside me. Her lips moved down to my neck and with no time she was biting down on it leaving marks. Her lips found my soft spot and started sucking on it. I felt my center start to throb as I tried to bring her closer to me, but just as I started to rock my hips against her, she put her hand back on my neck and tightened it. My lust was very high right now and as I looked into her eyes I knew hers was too. "Get the hell out." She lowly growled at me. ******* What happens when a little fun game becomes more and someone starts to get possessive?