Tempted By My Mafia Professor

His voice was low, dark, and deliciously dangerous. It slithered down my spine, wrapping around my lungs until I could barely breathe.

My heart thundered in my chest, but strangely, fear wasn’t what I felt.

I should’ve been terrified.

I should’ve been screaming.

But when his lips brushed the side of my neck, my body betrayed me.

A soft gasp escaped me before I could stop it. His breath was warm, intoxicating, and the scent of expensive cologne mixed with danger made my head spin. I could feel the roughness of his fingers trace the line of my jaw, down to my trembling lips. My pulse raced beneath his touch...wild, reckless.

I didn’t even realize when my body leaned into him.

He wasn’t just touching me. He was claiming me...without a single word.

“Aren’t you supposed to be resisting?”

His whisper burned against my ear, pulling me back to reality.

I blinked, startled, and shoved him away. His dark eyes glinted with amusement as a slow, wicked smile curved his mouth.

“You do know that’s assault,” I snapped, breathless. “I’ll call the cops and...”

“And what?”

His tone turned sharp, almost a growl. The force in his voice sent a strange thrill through me.

“And…” I tried to find the words, but my throat was dry, my resolve crumbling.

“You know going to the police is useless.” He stepped back, buttoning his shirt with a deadly calm. “I could kill them all before they even reached you.”

My stomach twisted, not just from fear...but from the realization that he meant it.

I stared at his body, so well sculpted, so mesmerizing...

“I’m not going to hurt you, Rose,” he said after a moment, his eyes holding mine. “You’ll come to me on your own.”

My eyebrows rose

“I have a boyfriend,” I whispered like it will stop him

Rafael..no, Professor Santoro...chuckled darkly. “Yeah, I’ve seen him. It won’t last long.”

“What do you mean you’ve seen him? Don’t you dare hurt Ethan!” I snapped.

He stopped, his expression unreadable. “I’m not hurting anyone.”

“Tell that to Mr. Daniel’s corpse,” I bit out.

His jaw flexed. Silence filled the room before he finally said, “I kill those who hurt you. Mr. Daniel was an example.”

He turned to leave, his coat swinging over his shoulder.

“Why me?” I demanded, voice cracking. “Of all people… why are you after me?”

He paused, the tension between us thick enough to choke on. Then he looked over his shoulder, his gaze softening just enough to steal my breath.

“Because you make me feel something,” he said simply, and walked out.

Before leaving again, he paused and said

"If you really want to know who I really am...follow my whereabouts this night"

He added and headed through the door

I stood frozen, heart pounding as I watched him disappear into the night. Then, before I could think, I grabbed my scooter keys and followed him.

I needed to know who this man really was.

His car...a sleek black sedan...glided through the city like a shadow. I trailed it quietly until it stopped in front of the school. My school. What was he doing here so late?

I parked my scooter behind the trees, my pulse thundering as I watched him step out. A tall man opened the door for him before taking the driver’s seat. Rafael walked toward the building, followed by a group of men dressed in black.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I muttered, ducking behind the thorn bushes before slipping inside. The back door was unlocked...too easily.

Inside, the halls were silent. My heels clicked softly against the floor as I made my way to his office. It, too, was unlocked.

“What is with all these unlocked doors?” I whispered.

I searched everywhere...drawers, shelves, cabinets...but found nothing. No documents, no photos, no trace of who he truly was.

“Come on, there has to be something,” I hissed under my breath.

Then I heard it...footsteps. Heavy, deliberate.

Panic surged through me. I shoved the drawers closed and darted into the closet, holding my breath.

The door creaked open.

Rafael stepped inside, followed by someone else. My eyes widened as I peered through the crack. It was Wendy...my classmate. The same girl who once whispered in class about how “Professor Sebastian” want her pinned against his desk.

What was she doing here with him, at this hour?

“Are you sure you can handle it?” Rafael’s deep voice rolled through the room, commanding.

Wendy nodded, her voice trembling. “Yes, Professor…”

Then she sank to her knees.

My heart stopped.

Through the small slit in the door, I watched as she reached for his belt buckle...and my entire body went cold. She was undressing him. Oh God… As if realizing he was being watched, Rafael glanced around. Our eyes met briefly before he focused on Wendy once more.

She slowly unbuckled his belt, undoing each button with delicate fingers, then sliding her hands underneath his shirt. Her breasts bounced up and down as she breathed quickly, eyes fixed on his chest...as she undid each knot of his tie.

My breath caught in my throat.

I had never seen such a display of lust from anyone before. There was an animalistic hunger, a hunger born of lust and need, rolling off of him in waves. He moved like liquid sin, every movement smooth and controlled. I couldn't help myself as I pressed my face against the crack, breathing deeply.

I wanted to taste those beautiful lips...to see him lose himself, to hear him moan...oh, god, did I sound desperate? But I couldn't stop staring.

As he pulled the top two buttons of his jacket off, my eyes followed the exposed skin, reveling in the contrast between his pale complexion and darker brown hair.

He was tall, but not quite as tall as the other boys in my class. He was built differently, lean and muscular, his arms covered in tattoos. I wondered how many he owned, if there were any on his back or chest.

Then Wendy touched him gently, and my eyes flew open. His lips curled upwards in a smirk.