All Chapters of FORBIDDEN NIGHT: FALLING FOR MY PROFESSOR : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Damon's POV God! She was a walking sexual drive. I couldn't believe that I was allowing my fantasies, my hunger to take control of me. I had always wanted to fvck someone way younger, but that was a desire I buried within me. But not any more. For the next few hours, I wasn't the strict art teacher who sent students out of my class for the slightest misbehavior. I was just a faceless girl's daddy, aching to rip an orgasm out of her. Perhaps, the first order of business would be to punish her for being late. But as my eyes danced around her body, I wanted to do more than punish her. She seemed to erase my conscience, leaving me with a throbbing cock and a head full of desires. "Am—am I in the wrong room?" The sound of her voice which was both confused, excited and perfectly fucking whiny made my cock pulse painfully. Where the fuck did they find this girl? Her blonde hair was curly but simple, parted down the middle and tumbling across her shoulders. Her eyes were dee

ONE MONTH LATER Maya's POV "Watch it!" My heart raced as my art supplies scattered across the hallway, causing a few heads to turn to my direction. "Don't you have eyes?" The tall brunette I had crashed into glared at me before trying to get her things which were also spread across the floor. "Sorry." I mumbled an apology, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "It's my first day and it's just so...." "I don't care." She replied flatly, then picked up her colored pencils and walked away with a loud hiss. I managed to pick up the rest of my things before scurrying away to my locker in shame. College was supposed to be a place I could finally feel free, make friends and even fall in love. But within the first thirty minutes on campus, I realized I didn't fit in. Emerald college wasn't a place for people like me; poor, lonely, and misunderstood. I was completely out of my element and I felt naked, exposed. It felt like everyone could see through me, like they knew that I

Maya's POV "Asshole!" I muttered within my breath and dashed out of the lecture room, slamming the door behind me. I felt the tightening of my throat as I raced to the bathroom to avoid breaking down in the hallway. Tears threatened to escape my eyes but I forced them back, my heart aching with anguish. When you're eighteen, you make a lot of mistakes. You make out with a lot of boys, attend numerous parties and even do drugs if you can afford them. But selling my body to Damon wasn't a mistake; it was a choice, one that I would have to endure the consequences longer than I expected. I never thought I would see him again. When Madam Julia refused to give out his personal details, I had given up on finding him. But who knew that I would run into him several miles away from home? I wouldn't have thought he was a professor, let alone, in a prestigious school like Emerald. "You don't fall in love with every guy who sticks his dick into you." His words replayed over and over in my head

Maya's POV"Damon..." I gasped when his tongue licked my wetness. I draped back on the desk, trembling, while he buried his face between my thighs. I'd never had a man worship my body like he did and it felt fucking good. "Do you want this?" His voice was strained but I was more concerned with the way he looked at me. I should have stopped him but the part of my brain that was telling me to push him away was lost in the fire of the pleasure. "God, yes." I breathed, squirming gently. My skin broke in goosebumps as his hands ran up my thighs and back. "I want you!" I screamed and he slammed his hand over my mouth. "Someone is going to hear us." He warned and I rolled my eyes. If he really cared about that, he wouldn't be fucking me in his office. He slammed his lips against mine, and pleasure whipped through me, pleasure that I'd only felt once in my life before. But it was better than I remembered, far better than that night at the motel. As I draped back on the table, I grasped hi

Maya’s POVThe cab pulled over at the address that Jasper had given me for the party. Immediately I exited the car, the strong stench of alcohol and smoke hit my nose. "You can keep the change," I told the driver before quickly turning to survey the house. It was an old apartment, much bigger than I expected but people were packed everywhere, gathered in cliques like pieces of furniture and getting their hands on anything they could get. Compared to the girls who I saw wearing trendy dresses, halter tops, and heels, I looked completely out of place with my jeans and lacy top. "This is a bad idea." My throat was suddenly dry as I stared at the apartment. I was not the party type, no, but I needed to get along with people here. I needed to walk down the hallway on campus without receiving curious stares from people. I needed to fit in and there was no way to do so other than a little party. Even though I knew I would spend half of the night sulking in the corner