Tempted By My Mafia Professor

The club lights pulsed overhead. Mr. Daniel couldn't see exactly how I worked his cock, and from the way his body jerked, he didn't care.

"Oh fuck yeah," he groaned into my ear.

I kept moving, slow at first, then faster. His old hands clamped onto my hips.

"Fuck, Rose. Keep going."

My palm pressed against the soft roll of his pot belly as I rode him harder, tightening around him. A low, animal sound escaped his wrinkled throat.

"Shit, that feels so fucking good."

We slammed together, the rhythm slower now. A small moan slipped out of me despite everything.

"Oh god." He gripped the edge of the chair,

This was supposed to be the party of the year...every hot guy in the city packed in, drinking themselves stupid. Instead, I ended up here, screwing my married professor in a dim club room for the extra credit I needed to graduate with a degree I didn't even want.

His grip tightened. "Be a good girl, Rose. Let me cum inside you."

His breath burned against my neck, sour with vodka and fish. I pushed down one last time.

"Fuck," I whispered.

It ended quickly. I felt his semen inside me and I felt nothing but disgust.

I climbed off him, pulled my clothes back on, and started toward the exit.

"Wait, sweetheart." His voice chased me, slurred and close. "Let me buy you a drink."

The stench of him...rotten fish and liquor...hit me again. I shivered, sighed, and turned.

"Sure," I muttered. "Why not."

But before he could stand properly, I grabbed my jacket from the nearby stool and walked to the bar alone, leaving him fumbling in the shadows.

Once there, I ordered a strong drink...my fifth of the night...and tried to steady my shaking hands. The alcohol burned going down, but it couldn't wash away the self-loathing.

This had all started earlier that evening. I'd been desperate. Missing that final statistics test had tanked my grade, and Mr. Daniel ...creepy, married, with kids, and that perpetual smug grin...had cornered me at this very bar after class. He'd suggested we "talk" about my options over drinks.

"I'm sorry, Rose, but the grades are already finalized. You'll just have to accept that," Mr. David said breaking my thoughts his lips curling into that same smug smile I despise.

I sat across from him, hands clenched around my glass, trying not to let the frustration show. I was begging my professor again to reconsider my missed test again, and he was acting like it amused him.

That fucking psycho, I already had sex with him and apparently he wanted more, that disgusting bastard....

God, I hated this school. I hated my college. Maybe it was because I'd never wanted to study Business Administration in the first place. But what choice did I have? I needed a degree, a job...something to keep me from starving.

No family. No safety net. Just me.

An abandoned baby who grew up in an orphanage, now living with a college friend until I could graduate and figure out what came next.

Honestly, I was tired...so tired. Sometimes I wished I could just marry a rich man who'd whisk me away from all this misery so I wouldn't have to fight so hard for everything.

My daydream shattered when a low, raspy cough pulled me back to reality.

Mr. Daniel Smith. My statistics professor.

The man I hated more than any other on campus. His voice grated on my nerves. His condescending tone. His lingering looks. The way his eyes always followed me when he thought I wouldn't notice.

And now, sitting here in this dimly lit bar with him after having sex with him, I realized missing that test had given him the perfect excuse to corner me.

"Earth to pretty Rose," he said with that same infuriating grin.

God, I hated the way he said my name.

"Sorry, Mr. Smith. I must've gotten lost in thought," I muttered, forcing a polite smile before taking a sip of my drink after taking four sips of alcohol

"We were having a conversation," he reminded me, his tone light . "As I said, the grade can't be changed. What's done is done."

We both knew that was a lie. He could change it...if he wanted to. Why did I sleep with him when he isn't going to change his mind

"Please, sir," I said quietly, desperation leaking into my voice despite myself. "Let me retake the test. This grade determines whether I pass or fail. I'll do... anything."

The moment the word left my mouth, regret hit me

His grin widened, slow and deliberate. "Anything?" he repeated, his eyes gleaming with a look that made my stomach twist.

And just like that, I knew exactly where this was going.

Why did I say that?

The words echoed in my head like a curse. This was exactly what he wanted, and now I'd practically handed it to him. But I couldn't do it. No matter how much I hated my life, I wasn't that desperate.

And especially not with him.

This creepy, married man with kids...this old vulture of a professor...was the last person I'd ever sell myself to.

"Why don't you meet me again tomorrow night at 7 p.m. in my office, Rose," he said smoothly, like he wasn't dangling poison right in front of me. "We'll... talk better then."

"I... thought... we've 'talked' about it ..." My voice cracked, weak, but I forced myself to meet his eyes.

"Not enough, sweetheart." His hand slid across the table, reaching for mine.

I jerked back instantly, running a hand through my hair as if brushing away the disgust crawling over my skin. "I need to make a phone call," I muttered, standing so fast my chair scraped against the floor.

I grabbed my bag and left without another word.

Outside, I inhaled sharply, as if I'd been holding my breath the whole time. My hands were trembling.

I wanted to scream.

I wanted to hit something.

I wanted to kill him.

But this was my final year. If I didn't pass this class, I'd be stuck here another year...and I couldn't afford that. Not financially. Not mentally.

I fished a pack of cigarettes out of my bag with shaking fingers and pulled one free. Smoking was the only thing that ever calmed me down when the darkness in my head got too loud. The darkness that had followed me since I was a kid...the hatred, the irritability, the urge to burn everything around me to the ground. College was the only thin thread holding me together.

I dug for my lighter. Nothing. I checked again. Still nothing.

"Goddammit!" I hissed under my breath. Of course, I'd lose it now.

I glanced around desperately. I needed to light up before my thoughts spiraled into something worse. Before I did something stupid.

Then I saw it..smoke curling lazily from the shadows near the corner of the building.

"I need that. I need to smoke."

The thought slipped out before I even realized it. The alcohol still burned in my veins as I pushed myself to stand, my steps slow and unsteady.

I spotted him ahead, the guy with the lighter, moving toward a narrow alley.

No...he wasn't getting away. I needed that lighter.

My legs trembled as I followed him, the dim light making everything blur a little. But the moment I turned the corner, I froze.

He wasn't alone.

A woman was with him. I had no idea where she'd come from, but the scene in front of me hit like a slap.

He gripped her waist and kissed her..hard, desperate.

"What the hell..." I whispered, my heart thudding.

Was I that drunk? Or were they actually doing this here. .in an alley?

Then she dropped to her knees, hands moving to his belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease.

I blinked, my breath catching.

No, I wasn't imagining it.

It was happening...right in front of me.

No i need to leave..

.I walked away then realized I still need my lighter and there's no way im going back there to that stinky fool

I thought

I didn't think twice.

I strode over, heels clicking against the pavement. "Hi," I said, my voice low, almost cautious.

Both him and the girl turned, and I froze.

Even through my haze of anger and panic, his face hit me like a punch to the gut. He was... gorgeous. Not just attractive...striking. Sharp cheekbones, eyes that seemed to pierce right through me, a jawline carved like a model

I had clearly forgotten he was just making out with someone a few minutes ago.

For a moment, he just stared at me, that familiar smirk at his lips.

"I'm not trying to take much of your time," I started quietly. "I just need..."

"Leave."

The word hit sharp, his deep voice. I flinched and turned to go, but then...

"Not you, princess."

I froze. The woman beside him shot him a look, then slipped away without a word.

"Finally"

I heard him say

He pulled his trousers back on, movements slowly eyes never leaving mine. Then he started walking toward me...

Whatever was happening...I like it

I couldn't stop staring at him.

He was gorgeous...too perfect to be real. Not even Hollywood could produce a face like that. Sharp cheekbones, deep-set eyes, lips that looked carved to ruin a woman's composure.

"Hello?"

His voice snapped me back to reality. Low, rich, and impossibly calm. My stomach flipped.

"Oh...uh, hi. I... um..."

Great. Brilliant first impression. I sounded like a malfunctioning robot.

"Do you have a lighter?" I asked, trying to sound casual. He was taller up close, broad-shouldered, and dressed like he'd just walked out of a corporate meeting...not an alley behind a run-down bar.

"You interrupted me just to ask for a lighter?" he asked, his voice low.

I glanced down at him.

"I wouldn't call it an interruption," I said. "She was the one throwing herself at you."

I said staring at his dick, not even a slight hardness, was he even having a blowjob earlier

"You're not even reacting," I blurted. "Aren't you attracted to her?"

I wasn't sure where the nerve came from.

He stepped closer. I backed up until the wall pressed against my spine.

"No," he said. "I'm not attracted to her. I don't get turned on by just anyone."

"So... you just let her touch you? Or...what...are you gay..."

I didn't finish. His hand closed around my neck, firm

Great. Confidence officially misplaced.

"I'm not gay," he said quietly, his face inches from mine.

Up close, it only made him more dangerous. More striking.

As he shifted, my thigh brushed against his shaft. This time there was no doubt...he was hard.

So much for that theory.

"Of course not," I murmured. "I can see that now."

My hand moved on its own, sliding against his coxk He sucked in a sharp breath, eyes darkening as he stared at me, caught off guard for the first time.

He studied me for a moment before releasing my grip

Then, "How old are you?"

That voice again. Smooth. Dangerous. It rolled through me like velvet and smoke.

I gasped catching my breath

"I'm twenty four," I said quickly. Not a total lie

He didn't look convinced. His gaze lingered on me, steady and unreadable.

Come on, I don't look that young

"Do you need my ID or something?" I snapped, half defensive, half flustered.

A small smirk curved his lips. And damn it, that smirk hit harder than any shot I'd taken tonight. My heart gave an unsteady kick.

"I don't have a lighter," he finally said.

"What? Then how did you light your cigarette?"

He tilted his head slightly. "I don't know. I just did."

Was he joking? My patience thinned, but I couldn't decide if it was irritation or attraction burning hotter. Probably both.

Without thinking, I snatched the cigarette from his mouth and took a drag. He didn't protest. Just watched me with that same infuriating calm, as if daring me to keep going.

"What?" I asked, forcing a grin. "You gonna beat me up for it?"

"Use that same energy on your date," he said, eyes glinting.

My breath hitched. "How did you know I was with someone?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he took the cigarette back, inhaled, and blew the smoke directly into my face. Slow. Deliberate. My pulse stuttered.

I closed my eyes as his soft exhale tickled my skin.

I grabbed the cigarette from him again and took a slow drag.

"You don't look like you're from here... not with that little performance you pulled," I said, aware of his eyes on me. It felt like he was waiting...to see what I'd do next, or what I'd say.

He still didn't answer. He only took the cigarette back and drew in another long pull, calm in a way that made me feel anything but.

"You don't talk much, do you?" The words slipped out before I could stop them. Great. Perfect. My brain had zero filter around him.

But it was hard not to stare. His features were sharp, defined, almost too striking to look at without getting distracted.

"Something like that," he said.

"Well... you were doing a lot of talking earlier," I pointed out. Trying to remember the scene he performed earlier

Still nothing. Just him and that cigarette like it was the only thing worth speaking to.

I studied him for a moment. "You give off this vibe...like you're secretly a criminal or something."

"Because I am."

He said it so plainly I almost forgot to breathe.

A beat passed. Then I burst out laughing. "Good one. But you're way too attractive to be a criminal. What are you, Michael Scofield?"

He raised a brow. "Who is that?"

I blinked. "Yep. You're definitely not from here."

A smile tugged at my lips before I could stop it.

Before I could say anything else

"Rose?!"

The voice shattered the moment. I froze.

Of course...it had to be Mr. Daniel.

"Rose, where are you?" he called again, his tone greasy and fake.

I pressed myself against the wall, trying not to move. The only thing not making him see me easily was the car in front of me

"What does he want now..." I muttered under my breath, too annoyed to care that the stranger could hear me.

He watched me quietly, his eyes flicking to where Mr. Daniel's voice echoed down the alley.

"Is there something on my face?" I asked, half teasing. Truth was, I didn't mind him staring. I wanted him to.

He didn't answer. Just smirked again...like he knew every thought running through my head.

"Ugh. Can he just die already?" I muttered without thinking. The words slipped out before I could stop them.

Silence stretched. I looked up, meeting the stranger's gaze again. His expression hadn't changed...but there was something darker in it now.

"Great! I sound like a psychopath," I blurted, instantly regretting it.

"Do you want me to kill him?"

The question cut through the air. I snapped my head toward him.

"What... what are you talking about?"

Still no answer. Just that same, unreadable smirk.

Then he flicked the cigarette to the ground and crushed it under his shoe.

"I wasn't done with that," I said, more annoyed than I should've been.

"You've had enough," he said, voice dropping low, deep enough to silence me completely.

He turned and walked to a sleek black car parked nearby. Of course it was his. The way he moved, the way the streetlight caught his profile...it screamed control. Power.

He opened the door, looked back once. "I hope we meet again, Rose John."

My breath hitched. He said my full name.

Before I could ask how he knew it, he was gone...disappearing into the night.

How did he...

"Rose!"

Mr. Daniel's voice made my stomach twist.

I turned just in time to see him stumbling toward me.

"Rose, there you are," he said, smiling like a man who thought he owned me.

"Oh hi, Mr. Daniel, you found me" I said, forcing a polite tone.

"Oh please, just Daniel," he said, stepping closer.

"So have you considered my request "

"Yeah, it's late. I should go." I turned to leave, but his hand shot out, gripping my arm hard.

"You said you'd do anything to pass my class, didn't you?," he said, voice low and disgusting.

"Mr. Daniel, stop!" I struggled, but his grip tightened.

"Stop playing hard to get. I'll make it easy for you. Come on!! I bought you drinks, I should get something in return at least"

My blood turned cold. He yanked me closer, his hand sliding down my back, his breath hot against my cheek.

"Let me go!" I shouted, shoving him, but he only sneered.

"Ungrateful little..." His words cut off as I pulled out my pepper spray and fired it into his face.

He screamed, stumbling back to the empty road, clawing at his eyes. "Ahh! You bitch!"

I backed away, shaking. "Stay away from me!"

But he didn't.

He lunged again, wild and blind.

And then...

A blinding flash. A roar of metal.

The car came out of nowhere, headlights blinding, metal smashing bone. The impact flung Mr. Daniel across the street...instant, brutal silence.

The sound of impact hit like thunder.

I froze. Mr. Daniel was on the road...crumpled, still. The car that hit him screeched to a stop.

My heart pounded as the tinted window rolled down.

My eyes widened in shock

The man from earlier leaned out, expression calm, almost amused.

"Your wish is my command, princess," he said softly, then drove off into the night, leaving me standing there...speechless, trembling, and utterly undone.

I stared at the lifeless body on the ground, my breath catching in my throat. My hands shook so hard I could barely feel them. This couldn't be real. That man...the one from earlier...he just killed someone. I just witnessed a murder.

My chest tightened as I tried to breathe, tried to calm myself, but I couldn't. The blood...his blood...was splattered across my shoes, my hands, my clothes. It was everywhere. My vision blurred, my knees gave out, and the world went black.

******

Gasp.

I shot upright, lungs burning, clutching my chest like I'd just surfaced from underwater. My head spun, pounding like a drum. I blinked hard, trying to understand what was happening.

I was home. In my bed.

"When...?" I whispered. When did I get here?

"Rose! Are you awake?" My roommate's voice called from the kitchen. Sydney. That was her name. That meant...yeah, I was home. But how?

The pain behind my eyes sharpened like a knife.

"Rose! Finally! You're awake," Sydney said, stepping in with her usual dramatic sigh. "You left me with all the chores again."

I groaned and sat up, holding my head. "Oh, my God... my head feels like it's going to explode."

"I brought painkillers," she said, tossing a packet onto my lap.

I swallowed them dry and asked, "Someone brought me here, right?"

"Yeah," Sydney nodded. "Some guy carried you in."

"Who?"

"I don't know him. Tall. Dressed too well for a student. He said something about you owing him...i didn't really see his face clearly...He said you passed out from alcohol"

A chill crept up my spine. A man? The memory flickered...dark eyes, a cigarette, a deep voice that made my knees weak. But I just couldn't remember

My temples throbbed as the fragments came rushing back. "Argh," I groaned, gripping my head.

"Hey, don't force it," Sydney said softly, patting my shoulder. "You'll remember when you're better."

"Right," I muttered, rubbing my face. "Did you at least make breakfast? I'm starving."

"Rose... it's four p.m."

"What?!" I jumped from the bed, panic flaring. "I missed all my classes!"

"Who cares about classes?"

"I do! I have assignments to submit!" I scrambled for my clothes just as the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" Sydney called.

A moment later, a familiar voice echoed through the apartment. "Babe?"

I froze. Ethan. My boyfriend.

He walked in, smiling. "There you are! I've been calling you all day."

He said giving me a quick hug

"I just woke up," I said, trying to sound casual.

"Just woke up?" He frowned. "What happened?"

"I don't know, I had a long night, I'll tell you later if I remember, but I need to go see my professor. I have an assignment due."

Ethan's expression darkened. "Rose... didn't you hear?"

I turned to him. "Hear what?"

"Professor Daniel passed away."

The room went silent.

"What?!" Sydney and I said at the same time.

"Yeah. The school sent out an email. They canceled all classes for the day...to mourn him."

The words hit me like ice water. My memories snapped into focus. The alley. The car. The headlights. The impact. The man in the suit.

I pressed a hand to my forehead as the images flooded in. "Oh God..."

"Rose, don't push yourself," Sydney said quickly. "Just rest, okay?"

Ethan nodded. "Yeah, babe. Sit down."

But I couldn't sit. All I could think about was that man...the one who appeared out of nowhere, the one who killed Mr. Daniel. And somehow, he knew my name.

****

Two days later.

"We lost a good professor, and it saddens our hearts..."

I sat in the lecture hall, barely hearing the Vice Chancellor's voice as he gave his speech. The rest of the class listened, but I couldn't stop replaying that night.

I saw it happen.

I saw him die.

"I can't believe I shared a cigarette with a murderer," I whispered to myself.

"Mr. Daniel was a great professor," the Vice Chancellor continued.

I scoffed under my breath. "Yeah, right."

"A great husband."

I rolled my eyes.

"And a great father."

I muttered, "Sure he was."

The Vice Chancellor smiled tightly. "For now, we have a temporary professor who will take over his classes for the next few weeks."

The class clapped half-heartedly.

"Let's welcome Mr. Sebastian."

"Stupid name," I mumbled.

Then the door opened.

And my heart stopped.

He walked in...tall, sharp suit, that same confident calm that had both scared and drawn me in.

That jawline. Those eyes. That voice that could shatter me with a word.

It was him.

The man from that night.

The man who killed Mr. Daniel.

******

It couldn't be.

There was no way.

But as soon as he spoke, that voice ... low, rich, commanding ... I knew I wasn't crazy.

"Good morning, everyone. I'm Professor Sebastian Adams, your temporary instructor. It's a pleasure to meet you all."

Applause filled the room, but all I could hear was the sound of my own heartbeat.

He smiled, confident, untouchable... and then his eyes found me.

My stomach dropped.

That smile ... that smirk ... I'd seen it before.

The man who killed Mr. Daniel was now standing in front of me, wearing a professor's suit and a charming smile.

Why was he here?

What did he want?

And why did his gaze make my body react like this?

***

The class went on as if nothing was wrong. He spoke like any other teacher, and within minutes, the entire room was hanging onto every word.

"He's so hot," Wendy, one of the girl in front of me whispered to her friend.

"I'd let him pin me down and teach me a lesson," the other giggled.

I rolled my eyes, but my pulse betrayed me.

He was hot.

Too hot.

Tall, broad-shouldered, those long fingers gripping the desk as he spoke. His voice slid through my veins like smoke.

"Focus, Rose," I muttered, tapping my head to snap out of it.

When I looked up again, his eyes were already on me.

That same smirk curved his lips ... dark, knowing ... before he looked away and continued his lecture.

By the end of class, everyone was enchanted.

Everyone but me.

"Alright, class dismissed," he said finally.

Students began filing out, laughter filling the hall.

I grabbed my bag, ready to bolt ... but his voice stopped me cold.

"Miss Rose John."

The way he said my name... it wasn't just a call. It was a command.

I froze.

"Just a minute."

He added

Everyone had left except me

"I...I have plans. I need to go," I stammered without turning around.

"Don't make me repeat myself, Rose."

That tone ... low, dangerous, irresistible ... made my knees weak.

I glanced at the door.

"Relax," he murmured. "It's already locked."

Locked?

My heart started to race.

I turned slowly, only to see him watching me, leaning casually against the desk, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He was beautiful in a way that should've been illegal ... sharp jaw, dark hair, eyes that could see right through me.

I took a cautious step forward.

"Are... are you going to hurt me?"

He rose from his seat, unhurried, eyes burning into mine.

"I would never hurt you," he whispered, voice laced with something sinful.

Then immediately, he walked right past me towards the door, the click of the door echoed through the empty room.

He had locked it.

"I thought you said it was already locked," I whispered, watching the keys dangle from his fingers.

His smirk deepened.

He didn't answer. He just stepped closer... and closer... until my back met the edge of his desk.

"What do you want from me?"

My voice trembled.

He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear.

"You," he whispered. "I want you, Rose. To be mine."