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Tempted By My Mafia Professor
img img Tempted By My Mafia Professor img Chapter 4 Make you pay
4 Chapters
Chapter 6 Watched him fuck her img
Chapter 7 Touch me here img
Chapter 8 Show me img
Chapter 9 Warning img
Chapter 10 Ethan img
Chapter 11 Last chance img
Chapter 12 I need her img
Chapter 13 Italy img
Chapter 14 Does she ride you better img
Chapter 15 Beatrice img
Chapter 16 Vincent img
Chapter 17 Necklace img
Chapter 18 If I die img
Chapter 19 Don img
Chapter 20 So wet img
Chapter 21 He's back img
Chapter 22 Get out of here img
Chapter 23 Watched him again img
Chapter 24 Kill her img
Chapter 25 Saved my life img
Chapter 26 Resisting Vincent img
Chapter 27 Leaving img
Chapter 28 Resisting her img
Chapter 29 Seeing Ethan img
Chapter 30 Cum on my back img
Chapter 31 Yearn faces img
Chapter 32 I hate you img
Chapter 33 Another woman img
Chapter 34 Cheated img
Chapter 35 Celeste img
Chapter 36 Same handwriting img
Chapter 37 Pretty dress img
Chapter 38 Honeymoon img
Chapter 39 Black card img
Chapter 40 Family story img
Chapter 41 You're shaking img
Chapter 42 I love you img
Chapter 43 Make Love img
Chapter 44 Attractive Rafael img
Chapter 45 Another fuck img
Chapter 46 Cassie img
Chapter 47 Disobey me img
Chapter 48 Spank me img
Chapter 49 Warm mouth img
Chapter 50 Quinn img
Chapter 51 Perfume img
Chapter 52 Arrested img
Chapter 53 Investigation img
Chapter 54 Stockholm syndrome img
Chapter 55 My sister img
Chapter 56 Three wives img
Chapter 57 Nothing about you img
Chapter 58 Your turn img
Chapter 59 Don img
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Chapter 4 Make you pay

"You," he whispered, voice deep and sinful. "I want you, Rose. To be mine."

I blinked several times, my heart pounding so hard it almost hurt. There was no way I just heard that.

"You are gonna marry me rose"

He added like it made what he said any better

"You've lost your mind," I snapped, taking a shaky step back. "First, you kill someone. Then you show up here pretending to be a professor...and now you're saying you want me?"

He didn't answer. He just smiled. A slow, knowing curve of his lips that made my pulse quicken for all the wrong reasons.

"I'm not really a professor," he said calmly, straightening his sleeves like he hadn't just confessed to murder.

"Yeah, I figured that out," I said bitterly. "You're a murderer."

He chuckled...a dark, velvety sound that made the room feel smaller. "Yes," he said finally. "I killed for you."

I froze. "What? I never asked you to kill for me!"

"But you did," he countered, taking a slow step forward. "You wished he'd drop dead."

"It was just an expression!" I shouted. "I didn't mean it! That's insane!"

His smirk deepened, eyes glinting with something dangerous. "If you think that's insane, Rose... then you have no idea what I'll do next."

My blood ran cold.

He was beautiful. Terrifying. And completely unhinged.

"You're a fucking psychopath!" I spat. "You've lost your mind. That's it...I'm going to the police. I'll tell them everything. I'll tell them you killed Mr. Daniel!"

I turned toward the door, but before I could take another step, his hand shot out...grabbing my wrist and slamming me against the wall.

The air left my lungs. His grip was iron. His body towered over mine, close enough that I could feel his breath fan across my cheek.

"Don't," he murmured, voice low and smooth, like a threat wrapped in silk. "Don't try anything."

My whole body trembled. His gaze was dark, dangerous... but god, those eyes.

Why did fear feel so much like desire?

"Let me go," I whispered, trying to push him off, but it was useless. He was too strong.

"What exactly will you tell the police, hmm?" he asked, leaning in closer. "That there's a man named Sebastian Adams who doesn't exist? That he killed your professor...the same man who tried to force himself on you?"

My chest tightened. "I..."

"I cleaned up your mess, Rose," he hissed, his lips brushing my ear. "I saved you. And this is how you thank me?"

"I'm sorry," I breathed out, my voice breaking. "Please... don't hurt me. I won't say anything."

His expression softened instantly. His hand loosened around my wrist.

"Rose," he said softly, almost tenderly. "I would never hurt you."

He lifted his hand and gently brushed away a tear from my cheek. His touch was warm. Gentle. Confusing.

"Did I scare you?" he murmured, tilting my chin up.

I couldn't speak. I just stared.

Then he pressed something cold into my palm...a key.

"Take this," he said quietly. "But don't test me again."

He turned, walking back toward his desk with the same calm, confident grace he always had.

"See you soon, Rose."

And that was all it took for me to bolt out of the room, my heart pounding like it might burst.

......

(Rose's POV)

Should I just go to the police?

My thoughts tangled as I walked down the quiet street, my heels clicking against the pavement.

I mean, what's the worst that could happen?

He said he wouldn't hurt me... right?

But what if he lied?

What if he always lies?

Gosh, should I really report him?

It's best if I do. I can't risk it.

He's dangerous...too calm, too powerful, too sure of himself.

I took a deep breath and pushed the police station door open.

...

Inside, the fluorescent lights buzzed above me as a middle-aged officer peered across the desk.

"So, what you're saying is," he began slowly, "there's a man pretending to be a professor named Sebastian Adams in your school...and he's also responsible for the murder of the late Professor Daniel? And he did this because... he wants you?"

"Yes!" I said quickly. "That's exactly what I'm saying."

He blinked, clearly trying to piece it together.

"Miss, nobody can just pretend to be a professor. You need credentials, background checks..."

"I know, I know!" I interrupted, running a hand through my hair. "But he told me he was one!"

The officer sighed, exchanged a glance with his partner, then leaned forward. "Do you have a picture of him?"

I paused. Then it hit me.

The school website.

I pulled out my phone, opened the staff directory, and scrolled until I found it. His photo.

The same sharp jawline. The same dangerous eyes.

"Here," I said, handing them my phone.

The reaction was instant. Both officers froze. The younger one swallowed hard while the older man's expression shifted from confusion to unease.

They exchanged another silent glance.

"Miss," the older officer said carefully, "I'm sorry... but there's nothing we can do."

I frowned. "What do you mean? This man is dangerous!"

"We're aware," he said quietly. "But he's not someone we can touch."

"What are you talking about?" I demanded.

The younger officer finally spoke, his tone low. "How did you meet this man?"

"Why does that matter?"

"Because," the older officer said, his gaze hardening, "if Rafael Santoro wants you, Miss John...then he will have you. And no one can protect you from him."

The name hit me like ice.

Rafael Santoro.

It wasn't Sebastian Adams. That was a mask.

Rafael Santoro...

I stumbled out of the police station feeling hollow.

The evening air felt heavy, suffocating.

Who is this man? How much power does he really have?

My phone buzzed.

Ethan: Been trying to call you all day. You okay?

I typed back quickly.

Me: Sorry babe, just busy. I'll call you when I get home.

...

7:00 PM

Home. Finally.

I dropped my bag on the couch, kicked off my shoes, and went straight for the kitchen.

A note stuck to the fridge caught my attention.

Not sleeping over. See you in class tomorrow. Love, Sydney.

Good. I needed space. I needed rest.

I went to my room, exhausted. The moment my head hit the pillow, a chill ran down my spine.

"You disobeyed me, Rose."

The voice...low, dangerous, and unmistakably his.

My eyes flew open. He stood in the shadows by my door. Shirtless.

His chest glistened slightly under the dim light, his expression unreadable, his presence suffocating.

"Rafael..." I whispered, barely breathing.

Before I could scream, he was on me...one hand covering my mouth, the other pressing me against the bed. His weight pinned me down effortlessly.

His breath brushed against my ear as he whispered,

"Now, I'm going to make you pay for running to the police."

My heart thundered in my chest, but the strangest part?

I wasn't terrified.

I should've been.

But when his lips grazed the side of my neck, I realized

I wasn't scared.

I was trembling for an entirely different reason.

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