Forbidden Professors Boxed Set: A Forbidden Professor Student Romance Collection

by Penelope Wylde

  “Indeed,” he chuckles low, considering me for a moment beneath hooded eyes.

  Damn, it I hate it when he does that. It’s like he can see way too damn much of me.

  “You don’t believe me, Ms. Johnson? Maybe we should have a do-over then? But the warm blush along your cheeks when I mention taking that beautiful, virgin pussy with my thick, long cock gives the truth away and you know it.” He glances the back of his knuckles across my cheek.

  I didn’t realize I’d scream the professor’s name out loud, no. I thought that was all in my head. Obviously, I hadn’t.

  Shadows of other club-goers cross beyond us, but I pay them little attention since I can’t take my eyes or hands off the big brute towering over me.

  I take the edges of my mask between my fingers and I move to pull it free from my face, but he stills my movements.

  “You don’t get to take this off until you’re ready for me to claim every part of you, Ms. Johnson, and you’re ready to tell me what you really want. Then and only then will you take it off and when you do, I will own you. Do you understand me? I didn’t come here tonight to play games. We are past that. I want you to know the next time I take you, you’re mine.”

  I drop my hands to his chest. “You don’t get to claim me until you can use my given name, Professor, and I’m red in the face because I’m mad.” I can feel the heat of my anger morphing into something much more dangerous the longer he speaks.

  Oh my god, he wants to what with me? Claim me? How long have I dreamed of that?

  Something entirely uncontrollable comes to life inside me, and all I can think about is waking up to him every morning. In his arms, in his bed and having his love to comfort me when life wants to kick me in the preverbal balls.

  “Mad, uhu? Then why are you leaning in to kiss me and why can I smell your arousal when I haven’t even touched you?”

  He palms my ass through the thin fabric of my skirt and drags me across the short distance separating us, and the first thing I notice is his hard length. Every rigid inch of it pressing into my midriff, taunting me with what I want but can’t have.

  It’s a blessing and a curse to want him so badly it hurts deep inside me. Now that I know it was him who I slept with last night, I want him even more.

  The temperature jacks up well over comfortable, and my chest begins to heave. He has me pinned with my shoulders resting against the carpeted wall when he hauls me up his body, pulling my skirt high on my hips, and I suddenly remember what I’m wearing. Or rather don’t have on.

  A smirk plays over his lips as he pulls his hungry gaze from my bare, very wet vagina.

  “Mmm.” He growls. “Naughty little girl shows up at her professor’s sex club with no panties. Are you mad about that too, Ms. Johnson? That you want me taking your freshly fucked pussy again?” He leans in slowly and kisses the small dip between my neck and shoulder, causing his cock to press into my slicked-up folds and wetting his pants.

  Damn him.

  I’ve been gushing girl-cum since running into him, and well, long before that honestly, and the evidence is now all over the front of his slacks. “I’m taking that as a hint my baby girl needs her dick again. Am I wrong?”

  I shake my head.

  Fuck, why do I think that is hot?

  Because I’m a pervert with a fetish for my much older professor, that’s why.

  And he’s not far off from the truth. I came here wanting answers to a few select questions and my suspicions are now answered. So that part is true and I didn’t slide my panties off for no reason.

  But now that I am here with my legs wrapped around his thick waist and his very aroused length nudging my pink pouty lips, I have a whole other set of questions. Like what sex is like in public and is he taking me to his suite for an encore of last night? And when is he going to strip for me?

  I have one of my answers the second I hear the zipper of his slacks. “Tell me no and we walk, no questions asked, sweetness. You know what I want and how I promised to take it the next time.” His fingers dig into my ass, spreading my cheeks.

  “Yes, Gideon. I want it too.”

  His swollen cockhead spreads my entrance right before he plunges through my sticky wet juices with one thrust, and I cry out, uncaring of who hears us.

  I bury my fingers in his hair and let an immeasurable bliss fill me as his cock tunnels through my walls. I grip him as he pulls out and moan long and low into his mouth when he slowly pushes back in.

  Shaky breaths drag from me, and he takes his time making love to my mouth.

  “For being mad at me, you’re dripping wet and wanting me to fuck you pretty bad.”

  “Shut up,” I squeeze out, trying to draw air in the faster he pumps into me.

  “Tell me again you don’t want me.”

  I can’t. I want him more now than ever. Dirty and fast.

  My head falls back against the padded wall.

  “Fuck me, Professor. Fuck me hard and tell me you only want me.” Maybe a demand I have no right to, but right now I don’t care. I need to hear the words.

  “Want you? I can’t get you out of my head. Out of my system, woman. You’ve drugged me and I’m hooked.”

  He works my body with short, powerful thrusts, and I feel my release building as he takes me with his bare cock.

  He anchors a strong arm around my waist and leans back, driving his cock deeper, reaching places I had no idea a man could make me feel. My man.

  “This pussy is mine. You’re mine. Now come for me, Rosalee.”

  I peel the mask off just as my release hits, arch into his arms, and scream out, “I’m coming, Gideon. I’m coming. Take me.” Let anyone who wants to listen have at it. Let them be jealous of me for once.

  I melt into Gideon’s powerful arms as I glide off the ledge of my release, knowing I’m safe and he won’t let me fall.

  My tight sheath grips his length and he grunts his grip like iron around me. Warm cum shoots into me, and I savor the feeling of him finding his release.

  He falls into my arms, leaning us against the wall and blocking us both from any onlookers.

  “Fuck, woman, what magic have you bewitched me with? My mind, body and cock are no longer mine.”

  “Cunning question, professor. I was about to ask you the same thing. I see you and my body thinks you own it.” My voice is a raspy, sexy number I don’t recognize. Then again, I just had sex in a public corridor in a sex club. If there ever was a time to rock my sex kitten vibes, now is the time.

  His rumbling laughter feels heavenly against my sensitive nipples, and I inhale sharply, letting my eyes dip closed.

  He squeezes one, and then the other, tipping me over into a wave of aftershocks I didn’t know was in me.

  As he slows and I feel my heart rate drop back to earthly known speeds, I run my hands through the soft thickness of Gideon’s hair, pressing my forehead against his. “Tell me, who was the double D blonde chick in your suite naked and ready?”

  “Someone who won’t be working here for long. A woman who can’t take no for an answer. Now, Ms. Johnson. Are you ready to go home?”

  “I suppose.” I clench the velvety grip of my pussy around his spent cock, and he growls next to my ear, “I mean, I could go home or we could continue this upstairs after you vacate the busty blonde with the beautiful tits.”

  We’re tucked far enough away from prying eyes that I don’t feel as shy about his peeling aside the V cut of my blouse and pulling free a nipple as I should be. Good Southern girl and all. It’s getting easier to be the wild, naughty student with my professor, and I’m just fine with that.

  I lean back, forcing my excited nipple forward, and he groans around the tip as he sucks the peak into the warmth of his mouth.

  “I much prefer these,” he professes around his mouthful of my tit. He slowly pumps into me, and I can feel him hardening for another round.

  I rub the tips of our noses together and wind my arms around his neck, letting my he
ad fall onto his strong shoulders. “Unless you want round two right here, right now and where everyone can see you claim your student, I suggest we move to a more private setting.”

  He raises his head with a devilish grin on his hungry lips. “I agree. You’re coming home with me. I want to see that beautiful tattoo up your back again. I didn’t get to fully enjoy it last night.”

  “Ahh, you like that, did you?” I’d gotten the spine tattoo topped by a beautiful lily at the start of my father’s decline with the words: Life is tough my darling, but so are you.

  Seeing my dad in pain and fighting through it steeled my own willpower to never give up. As a reminder to always fight, I’d gotten the ink for the tough days. Maybe it was even a little prophetic.

  I’m feeling a dreamy sleep come over me after he straightens our clothes and pulls me back into his arms. I pay no attention to where he is leading us as we make a right down one corridor and a left down another until we exit the side of the club and the cool night air hits my heated skin. All I know is that I’m safe in his arms. He settles me into the back of his limo and pulls me into his lap. As the car starts rolling, he tightens his hold around me and it feels possessive.

  Primal.

  “I own this. I own you, Rosalee. I told you if you took your mask off you revealed your true desires to me you would be mine. Tonight, I’m going to make sure you know who you belong to now and forever.”

  Chapter Eight

  Rosalee

  I can’t imagine ever letting another man touch me the way Gideon has. Both my body and my heart.

  He walks me through the door of his home—a modern two-story perched on the side of a beautiful mountain overlooking a deep valley. It’s nighttime but the full moon just beyond the expansive windows spanning the length of the entire wall highlight pines and oaks and a hint of a river below.

  “It’s beautiful,” I say, trying to take it all in like a fresh drink of water after a long hike through a desert. After living in my one bedroom with a barely-there kitchen for the past three-plus years, you tend to marvel at and appreciate real leather and marble.

  “Thank you.” Gideon steps up behind me and rests his hands on my bare shoulders. “Make yourself at home, sweetness, I’ll be right back.”

  Soft lights dot the large living room area with a huge marble table on the opposite side of the open layout. Everything is either black or white. Cold.

  Color comes in the form of low embers glowing in the hearth, and I walk over to stoke the fire, when I catch a row of pictures along the mantle in various styles of frames. Several are square and others round, some made of silver and others porcelain.

  I pick a black wooden framed picture and trace my fingers over the glass. From the looks of it, Gideon is in some part of Africa from the massive stalk-like Baobab trees in the background. The sun is setting and throws a bright orange glow across the expansive sky. It’s beautiful. Among him are several young children smiling and all pushing to get in the picture.

  I take another, this one of a man who carries a striking resemblance to the man who just swept me out of a sex club after making me come in public.

  “My father,” Gideon confirms as he strolls into the living room in a fresh shirt and slacks. The cuffs neatly fastened, I notice.

  He’s beside me, looking over my shoulder.

  “Tell me about him.”

  He takes my hand and leads me to a black leather sofa a few feet from the fire and pulls me to sit on his lap. I fall into his embrace willingly and lean into his broad chest, resting my weight on him. I shimmy a little to get comfortable and love the way I can feel his cock growing hard beneath my ass.

  “Professor,” I tease leaning in to rub my nose against his. “Already?”

  “I could fuck you morning, noon, and night and still want dessert and treats in between. Don’t think I’ve had my fill.”

  He pulls me in and takes my mouth in a kiss, growling against my lips. Hard then soft.

  I moan into his mouth, lost in his taste the second his tongue strokes over mine. His powerful hands are on my hips, skimming over my bare thighs as my skirt rides high, higher. He teases my skin, brushing the pads of his fingers lightly over my inner thigh then back to sink into the flesh of my ass.

  “I see you lost your panties somewhere tonight.”

  “I did. Good thing too. There was this very persuasive professor I ran into tonight,” I tease.

  “What a devil.” He growls against my neck before nipping the soft flesh of my earlobe.

  I suck back a shocked breath. “You’re telling me,” I groan back, letting my eyes fall closed as his lips seek out the tender flesh of my neck. The outfit I’m wearing has officially become my favorite.

  I spread my thighs for him on his silent command and feel myself falling to the couch as he moves me beneath him. His weight pins me to the soft leather and I wrap my legs around his waist, drawing him into me with my heels.

  I run my tongue up his neck and press my lips over his throbbing pulse. “Take your clothes off, Gideon. I want to feel your body against mine when you take me this time. Please,” I beg, running my fingers through his hair, over his covered chest and back, wanting to feel his hard muscles under my fingers instead of cloth.

  He pulls back, towering above me, and I ignore the buzz in my body from the adrenaline rush jacking my blood and focus on the tight look on his face.

  He pulls away and I unlock my legs, reaching for his hand. “What? What did I say? Please don’t pull away.”

  He takes my hand and raises it to his mouth but doesn’t press his lips to my knuckles like I’m expecting. I look on as he turns it over and lavishes my palm with a soft, warm kiss. “You are an angel and have done nothing wrong. The problem is me.”

  “What is it? What’s wrong? You know you can talk to me.”

  He dips his head, chin against his chest. Every inch of my skin is on fire from the feel of his hands on me, and I’m torn between letting him know whatever the problem is I can handle it and just being content sitting in silence for as long as he needs.

  I don’t have to wait long. He relinquishes his hold over my hand and stands. There’s a bar off to the right of the fireplace, and he takes a bottle of what looks like whiskey and pours himself a glass.

  With his back turned, he begins to speak. Maybe he thinks if he doesn’t have to look at me I won’t be as hurt, but nothing can shield me from the pain in his words.

  “My father was a man who didn’t know the meaning of no. He took what he wanted and didn’t care for the consequences. Once he had what he craved it was never enough. He always wanted more. He wasn’t content with his shipping company. He wanted bigger, better.”

  I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he takes a healthy swallow.

  “He chased an elusive unicorn,” I offer.

  “Right. The wealth he had was never enough to satisfy him. He wanted more the more he amassed. One thing led to another and he became an arms dealer, and I was brought up at the knee of a man who had more respect for money than he did human life. You have to know I almost walked down that same path.”

  “But you didn’t,” I remind him gently. “What happened that changed that for you?”

  “In a word, revenge. A deal my father was coordinating within Europe went south. The guys on the other end thought he was double-crossing them, and they didn’t think it worth asking for my father to explain. So they sought revenge for a perceived slight against them. I came to find out years later, they were right. My father sold them out to their enemy for a higher profit.”

  He paused to take a swallow of his whiskey, and I catch a glimmer of his haunted past deep in his eyes. I’m tempted to interrupt but don’t. He needs to talk and I want him to know I am here for him.

  “We were driving through the Alps the winter after my nineteenth birthday. I was taking a year off after graduating to work with my father, learning the ropes before I was to come stateside and start college. I wanted to be
an archeologist, of all things, and my parents thought I should have options before I went down a path of ‘no real meaning.’ My father’s words more or less. He made me a deal. Take a year, learn the family business and if I didn’t like it, I could follow my initial plan. Sounded easy at the time.”

  I almost stood and walked to him, but I force myself to stay where I am at and listen.

  “We were only an hour away from the villa we were staying at over the holidays when the brakes went out on our SUV. Cop reports show they were tampered with and went out when he tried to slow down going around a steep curve. The car must have rolled ten times before we stopped. Smoke, shattered glass and ringing in my ears are all I remember at first. And then I see the fire and my mother pinned under the weight of crushed metal. I tried to help her, but the fire was too out of control.”

  He places his tumbler on the mantel and inch by inch rolls back the cuffs of his sleeves to reveal tattoos up both arms. He turns his arms and in that small movement is when I see what is hidden beneath the ink.

  Puckered burn marks.

  I gasp and this time I don’t hesitate. I stand and walk over to him. “It’s a miracle you survived.” I wrap my arms around him, wanting to share in his burden. “I am so sorry about your mom, Gideon. So sorry. What happened to your father?” I pull back and look into his eyes.

  “He died alongside my mother.”

  “That’s horrible.”

  “Don’t feel sorry for him. Karma is a mirror, and the death his arms deals wrought on this earth and to innocent people earned him his fiery death ten times over. So don’t you dare feel sorry for that piece of shit.”

  Gideon leads us back to the couch and pulls me to sit on his lap. From where I’m nestled in his arms, he looks every bit part of Russian Bratva with the shadow along his jaw and the weight of death sitting on his shoulders.

  “Well he did one good thing at least. He continued on with Blackthorne University and made sure nothing happened to it. You can’t tell me no good has come from that? It did bring us together.” I lean in and press a soft kiss to his lips.