"I knew exactly what you were doing when you showed up to my second class in that body-hugging sweater and skirt so short you knew I almost got a glimpse of your perfect little pussy when you uncrossed your legs. You have a fitting name, Amanda. The Willow bends into any shape the wind wants it to, and never breaks."

She bites her lip and looks straight into my eyes, her eyes burning embers of need and power.

Her words are perfectly clear through the haze of alcohol.

"My perfect little pussy? You want me, professor Bold. You're a dirty professor, aren't you? Don't you know it's against the rules to talk like this to a student?"

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When you crave the punishment, you break the rules.

The last five years since I took down the Maturi crime syndicate were grey and lifeless.

Until now. Until this off-limits, bratty temptress waltzes into my class.

I'm her professor. And I'm going to claim her as my own.

Amanda brings out the beast in me. She makes my blood boil again.

She's too good for a brutal man like me.

Too innocent.

Untouched, unclaimed.

Running too damn wild, throwing her life away.

She thinks I won't break the rules.

That I won't teach her a harsh lesson.

I've fought in the underground fighting leagues of the Iron Circle. I've stared down killers and survived.

I've broken the law, and I'm about to. break all the rules to claim her and tame her.

A man like me will Never deserve love. All I can be is her filthy fantasy.