To the ones who wanted what they shouldn't. The ones who didn't just break the rules- They moaned through them. He was the boundary. I was the bruised want pressed against it. We were never meant to touch. And yet- What else were we supposed to do with this fire? I looked at him like a secret. He looked at me like temptation was worth the consequences. It wasn't just forbidden. It was sacred in its danger. The silence between us? A battlefield of glances. The air? So heavy with what we couldn't say, it could strangle. This wasn't a story about falling in love. This was about craving it so badly it tore your ribs apart. Power was uneven. Timing was wrong. But the desire? It fit like teeth to throat, like wrist to grip. And god-did we starve for it. He was the lecture I shouldn't take twice. I was the punishment he couldn't stop grading. Every reason to stay away- And still we devoured each other like prayer. This isn't safe. It isn't clean. It's academic misconduct within a hard-on. And you're going to love every second of it. --- For the readers who've ever looked at something and thought: >"I shouldn't want this." But wanted it anyway. And kept wanting it until it hurt. Welcome to the story. The rules don't live here anymore. And neither does your self-control.
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