She had carried a secret crush for years. Back in school, he was her senior,the boy who lived unknowingly in every page of her diary. She had written about him daily, scribbling down the way his smile made her stomach flutter, the way his presence made her world pause. No one knew. It was her secret, her hidden flame.
Seven years passed. Time buried her diary, but never fully erased the feelings inside her. She thought she had moved on,until fate ambushed her...On the very first day of college, she walked into a lecture hall and froze. At the front stood her new professor. Him. Her old crush...
Except now, he wasn’t the boy she remembered. He was a man—eight years older, sharper around the edges, his presence darker, commanding. The warmth of youth was gone, replaced by something that made her pulse race with both fear and desire...Every class was torture. His eyes lingered on her too long, always heavy, always watching. She told herself she imagined it. Until the day she laughed a little too freely with a male friend.
That was when she saw it—jealousy flashing across his face.
"Front seat. Now." His voice cut through the room, leaving her stunned. She obeyed, heat prickling her skin as she felt his gaze burn into her. At the end of class, his tone dropped lower, softer but darker.
"My office. Don’t be late"...Her heart pounded as she stepped into his office after class. He was waiting, leaning against the desk, his jaw tight, eyes stormy. The door shut behind her with a final click.
"Do you like giving your attention to other men?"he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
Before she could answer, he was already moving. His hand seized hers, pulling her forward until her back hit the wall. The impact stole her breath, but she had no time to react. His body pressed into hers, unyielding, erasing the space between them. One hand slid around to her lower back, dragging her against him, while the other moved firmly to her neck, holding her in place ,making her look only at him.
And then his mouth crashed onto hers.
It wasn’t a kiss of softness. It was raw, furious, desperate~~a kiss full of hunger he had buried inside himself for years. She whimpered against him, trembling, but instead of pushing him away, her fingers fisted into his shirt, pulling him closer. That was all the permission he needed...His lips devoured hers, rough and unrelenting, until she could barely breathe. His hand gripped her back tighter, pressing her chest to his, his heartbeat thundering wildly against her own. The kiss grew harsher, deeper, like he wouldn’t stop until every ounce of anger inside him burned away...Breaking away only for a gasp of air, his mouth trailed down her jaw to her neck. She shivered violently, a moan slipping free when his teeth grazed her skin. And then he bit ,hard enough to leave a mark. His mark~
She gasped, her knees buckling, but his hold at her neck kept her upright, trapped against him. His breath seared her ear as he whispered, voice low, possessive, dangerous:
"Don’t you dare give those eyes, that smile, to any other man. Next time… I won’t stop at just a kiss."
Her chest heaved, lips swollen, body trembling under his touch. She should have been shocked. She should have pushed him away. But instead, she found herself leaning into him, craving more...The boy she once wrote about in secret had become a man both forbidden and irresistible. And though every rule told her this was wrong, her body told her the truth. She didn’t want him to STOP!!
Seven years passed. Time buried her diary, but never fully erased the feelings inside her. She thought she had moved on,until fate ambushed her...On the very first day of college, she walked into a lecture hall and froze. At the front stood her new professor. Him. Her old crush...
Except now, he wasn’t the boy she remembered. He was a man—eight years older, sharper around the edges, his presence darker, commanding. The warmth of youth was gone, replaced by something that made her pulse race with both fear and desire...Every class was torture. His eyes lingered on her too long, always heavy, always watching. She told herself she imagined it. Until the day she laughed a little too freely with a male friend.
That was when she saw it—jealousy flashing across his face.
"Front seat. Now." His voice cut through the room, leaving her stunned. She obeyed, heat prickling her skin as she felt his gaze burn into her. At the end of class, his tone dropped lower, softer but darker.
"My office. Don’t be late"...Her heart pounded as she stepped into his office after class. He was waiting, leaning against the desk, his jaw tight, eyes stormy. The door shut behind her with a final click.
"Do you like giving your attention to other men?"he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
Before she could answer, he was already moving. His hand seized hers, pulling her forward until her back hit the wall. The impact stole her breath, but she had no time to react. His body pressed into hers, unyielding, erasing the space between them. One hand slid around to her lower back, dragging her against him, while the other moved firmly to her neck, holding her in place ,making her look only at him.
And then his mouth crashed onto hers.
It wasn’t a kiss of softness. It was raw, furious, desperate~~a kiss full of hunger he had buried inside himself for years. She whimpered against him, trembling, but instead of pushing him away, her fingers fisted into his shirt, pulling him closer. That was all the permission he needed...His lips devoured hers, rough and unrelenting, until she could barely breathe. His hand gripped her back tighter, pressing her chest to his, his heartbeat thundering wildly against her own. The kiss grew harsher, deeper, like he wouldn’t stop until every ounce of anger inside him burned away...Breaking away only for a gasp of air, his mouth trailed down her jaw to her neck. She shivered violently, a moan slipping free when his teeth grazed her skin. And then he bit ,hard enough to leave a mark. His mark~
She gasped, her knees buckling, but his hold at her neck kept her upright, trapped against him. His breath seared her ear as he whispered, voice low, possessive, dangerous:
"Don’t you dare give those eyes, that smile, to any other man. Next time… I won’t stop at just a kiss."
Her chest heaved, lips swollen, body trembling under his touch. She should have been shocked. She should have pushed him away. But instead, she found herself leaning into him, craving more...The boy she once wrote about in secret had become a man both forbidden and irresistible. And though every rule told her this was wrong, her body told her the truth. She didn’t want him to STOP!!
