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“I have lived a lifetime in death -a cold existence in an endless void. Never feeling. Never knowing the warmth of touch. Every unfulfilling breath a suffocating remember of how hollow I’d become. It wasn’t until you came along and cast the ray of light that I felt a pulse of life. A pull that I couldn’t resist. Don’t ever hesitate to touch me, Lilia. You’re the only one who can.”

🥺🥺🥺

“Why are you fighting it?”
“You know damn well.” He stepped closer, backing me against the wall. “I’m not one of your goddamn classmates, Lilia. I’m your professor. Your future will be destroyed. You’d be kicked out and sent home to whatever life you were living, and I’d be here, hating the fact that I fucked you up.”
“That’s only if we get caught.” I whispered.

THIS WOMAN 😩

I sipped my overpriced latte, looking like every other student hustling to class, the lid of my cup marked with the lipstick I’d made a point to wear. Because I wasn’t every other student. I was the one who’d given her professor a bj and carried his check for five grand in her bag. And he wasn’t like any professor I’d ever known, either.

Periodddd😩

“Under different circumstances…” The pause in his words carried a laborious heartbeat that smothered my own, as I watched the slightest smile on his lips. “I might’ve pursued you.”
A nervous rush of breath escaped me.
“And I might’ve let you.”
“Goodnight, Professor.”
“Goodnight, miss Vespertine.”

I NEED THIS INJECTED INTO MY VEINS

“My, you are a wicked little moth.” I hated the way my stomach fluttered when he said that.
“Make me your assistant, and I’ll make you the hero this time.”

shes such a baddie 😩

“Did he touch you, at all?”
The question carried a hard edge, like the thought of such a thing angered him.

protective professor give me 10 more please

“Be a gentleman and switch seats with her.”His gaze flicked my way, and hardened into something almost murderous when it shifted beyond me. “And if you value your anatomy, I’d strongly advise you to keep your hands to yourself, Mr. Dandridge.”

YES YES

“To be honest, I feel a little out of place here. It feels like everyone knows I’m poor.”
“You think they’re staring at you because you’re poor?” He buried a smirk in his drink and tipped back a long swill that emptied the glass.
“The wealthy possess an insatiable appetite for the rare and priceless. They stare because you’re the only thing worth staring at.”

DECEASED 😩😩🦋

“That is the tragedy of women, isn’t it? We deny ourselves beauty for the sake of misleading men.”

I watched him cross the yard, like a thunderstorm passing over the sky. That was the perfect way to describe him -ominous and foreboding, yet mesmerizing at the same time.