Enamored with her professor, freshman college student Alex, couldn't deny the shift in the air when she finally saw the renowned professor Zane Orion in the flesh. This illicit attraction had a history, as she was already familiar with his literary works, him being the object of her fantasies and before being accepted into NYU. Secretly, she had chosen NYU over her hometown of Boston, leaving behind her family and all that was familiar, just to attend his class in New York. Fifteen years, her senior, Zane, was a divorced father and also her professor and mentor. Despite the college's strict rules against student-teacher relationships, their forbidden connection could not be ignored, not in his class and when they were alone in a room. His dark, piercing gaze would make her heart race and her legs tremble, drenched and desperate for his touch, his mouth on her, to teach her more than just in class. Oh. There's something about Alex that snap something within professor Zane, the way his body reacts furiously at the sight of her, his possessive and feral nature about to be exposed, the moment Alex had walked into his class, Professor Zane knew she's going to be more than just his student, he would break down her already well crafted wall the moment he finds himself buried deeply in between her legs.
View MoreZane enters me with one fluid movement, I gasp, I hear his audible exhale behind me, he is so hard and thick inside me, I lose my breath, clenching around his length. "Fuck. Fuck. Alex." Zane hugs me tight, our bodies conjoined so intimately, we could be one body. I can't catch my breath so I resort to breathing with my mouth, embarrassingly loud but it doesn't matter because Zane is holding me tight and doing the same thing. We stay like that for some time. Maybe a couple of seconds, but it feels like a lifetime. I try to remember if I locked the door when I walked in, but it's hopeless, nothing tangible or meaningful comes to mind. The room is not hot but a bead of sweat appears on my forehead, Zane's warm breaths at my ear. Then he starts moving and I am transported to an even higher precarious height where everything is hot and warm and feels too good to be true. My eyes roll to the back of my head, Zane brings a hand to my neck, pulling me back into his hard strokes, choking m
Anticipatory, stupid with lust, I am so wet, it is almost embarrassing. How easily my body responds to him. All I need is a look from him, and I am thirsty. Ready. Needy and shameless. Wild. I love it, but it scares me. Who is this girl? Who is this Alex that is so sensual, she is bracing against a desk with her tongue in between her teeth, blind with lust? Zane's huge hands fumble with my jeans for a second, and then he is dragging them down along with my thin underwear, his breathing raggedy and desperate behind me. Even though I am arched, waiting, salivating, his hands on my hips, fondling my cheeks apart, his two fingers slide around my center, softly caressing it, make me tremble.I heard him take a sharp breath as his finger parted my pussy lips, " You have a beautiful pussy" Zane said, and I swallowed hard.I gasp when his finger slide around, playing with my wetness, " I love the way you keep it slightly hairy, like a beautiful garden " he said, and my legs shook.I gasp wh
Maggie snaps her fingers in front of my face, arresting my attention and bringing me back to the present. I blink at her dumbly. She frowns at me. The class is almost empty, we have another lecture at 3p.m. but people want to go have lunch before coming back. I guess. I spot Claire making her way up to my spot, I tense up instinctively, I haven't heard from or seen her since Thursday and I remember that Maggie told me she was peeping in that day and might have seen something. I don't feel like dealing with her mental bullshit today. Even the blind can see that Zane is uninterested in her. She embarrasses herself in class, pandering for his attention. Maggie follows my eyes and her face twists into a fierce protective glare, Claire ignores her, she comes to a stop in front of my desk and glares at me with an intensity that I might have found funny and childish if I wasn't already very tense. "What do you want?" Maggie asks, her tone sharp and very confrontational. Claire ignores her
I hear Luna's small footsteps bounding up the walkway, I look back and she hugs my leg tightly. "Daddy, daddy, the tea is getting cold." She says, looking up at me with disarmingly innocent eyes. "Oh princess, I was just about to come in." I say, I glance at Daisy whose face is kept neutral. Our conversation is nowhere close to being settled and I suspect it wouldn't be. I have to act without the delusion that I can talk sense into her. I don't know what I was thinking, believing we could settle this amicably. "Say goodbye to your mom." I say, patting Luna's hair. Fairy soft and clean. "Goodbye mommy." She says."Bye Princess, be a good girl for daddy and I will see you on Sunday." Daisy leans down to give her a kiss on the mouth and she doesn't spare me a glance before getting into her car and driving off. I stare at the moving car and Luna's small arms tight around my calf feels like a noose around my neck. What am I going to do? ♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎Alex POV::I can't put a finger to it
She is a good enough mother in that she is affectionate and does her best with Luna, but she doesn't share my sentiments about raising a kid in an environment with two parents who don't hate eachother. She grew up in a foster home with other foster kids where the guardians didn't care much for them asides the monthly government checks it afforded them with, but she claims she turned out well because she became a doctor and all that, whilst every single one of the other kids got hooked on drugs or one vice or the other. Basically, it is a considerably huge feat she accomplished, managing to get out of that life and make something for herself. But there was something fundamentally wrong with her. She keeps it masked, but it becomes clear when you get close enough. I can't believe it was that peculiar darkness that drew me to her in the first place. She was my muse. It was great while it lasted till I unveiled the real woman behind the mask and she hated me for it. She didn't even gi
"Daddy!" Luna shrieks, running into my arms as soon as she sees me standing in the den. I pick her up and hold her tight, breathing in the sweet warm coconut of her hair. "My princess." I say, pressing a kiss to her temple. She giggles, hugging me tight around the neck. My heart melts. Most of my nervous energy dissipates for a moment, then Daisy walks in and I feel an odd sense of foreboding at the perfectly neutral look on her face. "Hi." She says cordially. "Hi, how was the drive?" I reply. Keeping things neutral. It is a rule we have. Never to fight or argue heatedly in front of Luna. This is most important to me. I already feel like a failure about the divorce and having to raise her in two homes. It is of the utmost importance to me that she never witnesses us coming for eachother. I grew up with two people who couldn't stand each other and I would rather die than let my own child go through the same thing. I was willing to put up with the failing marriage as best as I could
"Ugh, yeah, I guess." She says, looking from me to my mom who is staying quiet and watching us like she is studying something interesting. "Mom, we have debate club." I say pointedly. "I get it." Mom says, her tone carries the lightly veiled threat that we are not done with this conversation. I am just glad to be saved from it tonight. And since she is flying back home tomorrow, I should be safe for a while. Maggie sits on the edge of my bed, she pulls out her phone and gets busy, avoiding my mom's piercing judgy gaze. I busy myself with putting on my jeans and top. I am done too soon. "Uh, I don't know. Mom, where are you staying?" I say as I bend down to put on my boots. There is no polite way to ask her to leave after she came all the way to see me. I feel terrible but I know worse is in store for me if Maggie slips and Zane is mentioned in her presence. "Oh, I am at the Carlton. It is about twenty minutes from the hotel, I walked. I intend to walk back." Mom says. "Oh, okay.
"Okay. Sorry." I say, suddenly tired. I feel defeated. I am nineteen, I can't continue throwing tantrums at my mom for doing her best for us when she also had her life turned upside down when she lost her life partner. I don't know if she dated after dad. I don't even know if she has anyone in her life now. I feel ashamed that I know really little about her. "That is okay. I just want to know you are doing okay. You are so far away from home, I think of you always. You know I hate travelling, but I agreed to come for this seminar because I knew I could come see you. No matter how briefly." Mom says, her voice unnaturally soft. I look up at her, her face is a mask but I can see her stern eyes are gentle and her stare is not as intense as I am used to."I am doing fine." I say and avert my eyes so she couldn't read the truth. I am doing fine because of my new relationship with Zane but I am also doing dreadfully, because of him. I have Daisy to worry about. Claire also. And then mayb
"There is nothing wrong. I had the opportunity to attend a seminar outreach for psychiatric nurses here in New York. If you had returned my call from two days ago, you would have known I was going to show up." She says, frowning at me. I shrink under her scrutinizing stare. It is irrational but I feel like she can see through all I have done these past few days. With Zane. I feel my guilt shining through my consciousness. "Oh." I say, biting my lip. I didn't remember to return that call even though I told myself that I would. I stopped checking her texts because she was always sending me cringy, most times, weird videos from the internet. "Laura is fine, she is with your aunt. It is just a two days trip. I am going back tomorrow morning." She says, she wipes a nonexistent stain off her pencil skirt. We watch each other and then other things in the room, at a loss of what to say next. We are usually like this. With a lot to say and yet saying nothing. "Okay. Good." I say, I sneak a
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