My Boyfriend's Daddy

Take my body and give me the fucking As I deserve!" I slammed the sheet against his desk, glaring at him with all my might. "I beg your pardon?" The emerald eyes snapped to me with an intensity that nullified any form of courage I had earlier. "I… see the way you look at me. You want me… that's the only reason…" In a split second, he was off the seat, approaching me with dangerous strides that made my legs go jelly. "I could eat you out right here, bury my tongue in that tight little pussy of yours and the only difference it'd make would be you cumming all over my face. If you're going to throw yourself at me, be a little more shameless. Don't use your grade as an excuse." I swallowed thickly when the cold fingers made contact with my chin. He raised my face to match his. "Now tell me, Miss Acker, do you want me to fuck you or not? I haven't got all day." Myker Rider was the definition of dangerous. His mere aura commanded submission. Those cold mysterious emerald eyes had the power to suck anyone in and leave them drowning. All it took was one dinner for him to get into my head and steal my senses. I could feel him watching, eyes raking through my body until my skin was burning from the heat. The sizzling sensation of his breath stirred butterflies that had no business rumbling. The feathery touch that left a trail of goosebumps and shivers. It was wrong to look at him. Think about him and even dream about him. He was the worst version of bad news. A manipulative and seductive bastard. A man who had nothing but pain to offer. He was not just my art professor, but my fucking boyfriend's father!