My Professor Is the Devil

Chapter 12: Michael

I shouldn’t have humiliated her.

The thought followed me long after the lecture ended.

Sharp. Persistent.

Unwelcome.

Aurora’s expression replayed in my head endlessly.

The way her eyes lowered afterward.

The way hurt flickered across her face before she tried hiding it.

The way she still looked at me afterward anyway.

As if I hadn’t just pushed her away on purpose.

I shut my office door harder than necessary.

The sound echoed through the empty room.

Good.

Maybe silence would help.

It didn’t.

Because every time I closed my eyes, I saw Professor Hagset beside her.

Carrying her books.

Making her smile.

Looking at her too long.

And worse—

Aurora smiled back.

Something dark twisted violently beneath my skin.

Possessive.

Ancient.

Dangerous.

I loosened my tie roughly, breathing slower.

Control.

I needed control.

This was exactly why I kept my distance from her during the day.

Because Aurora made me feel things I had spent centuries learning to suppress.

Jealousy.

Protectiveness.

Need.

And the demon inside me fed on all of it.

A knock interrupted my thoughts.

I barely looked up.

“Come in.”

The office door opened slowly.

Not Aurora.

Vanessa Reed.

Senior student. Twenty-two. Brilliant grades. Too confident for her own good.

And relentless.

She leaned casually against the doorway, dark lipstick curving into a knowing smile.

“Professor,” Her blouse was unbuttoned just enough to tease, her skirt riding high on her thighs when she leaned forward to hand me a file. “I was hoping we could discuss my research.”

I stared at her silently. Words were overrated anyway.

Vanessa had been flirting with me for months.

Normally, I ignore it.

Tonight—

Tonight my restraint was already fractured.

My hand shot out, grabbed the back of her neck, and pulled her into me. Our mouths crashed together—hot, desperate. She tasted like cinnamon and something darker, like the kind of sin you crave before the sermon even starts. I didn’t want to think about why this felt so wrong, so perfect, when Aurora’s face flickered in my mind like a damn ghost.

Vanessa’s fingers were already working at my belt, her breath hitching when she freed my c*ck. Thick. Hard. Begging it to be touch. She wrapped her hand around the base, stroking once, twice, before her tongue darted out to flick the tip. A bead of pre-c*m glistened there, and she licked it away with a moan that vibrated straight through me.

“F*ck,” I groaned, tangling my fingers in her dark hair. I guided her down, not gentle, not patient. She took me deep, her throat fluttering around the head before she pulled back with a wet gasp.

“You like that?” she teased, her voice rough. “You like how I suck your big, fat c*ck?”

I thrust up into her mouth, cutting off her words with my hips. She gagged, her eyes watering, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she hollowed her cheeks and took me deeper, her throat working around me like she was trying to swallow me whole. The sounds she made—choked whimpers, sloppy wet noises—had my balls drawing tight.

“That’s it,” I growled, f*cking her mouth harder. “Take it. Take every f*cking inch.”

She moaned around me, vibrations shooting up my spine, and I couldn’t help but picture Aurora’s lips stretched around my c*ck instead. Those plump, innocent lips, painted red from biting them when she was nervous. The way she’d look up at me with those big, doe eyes if I ever let myself f*ck her.

“Sh*t,” I hissed, yanking Vanessa off me by her hair. Her lips were swollen, her mascara smudged, and she grinned like she’d won something. “On your knees. Now.”

She didn’t hesitate. Just dropped to the floor, her skirt riding up to expose the slick heat between her thighs. I fisted my c*ck, stroking it once, twice, before pressing the head against her lips. She opened wide, taking me back in with a satisfied hum, her tongue swirling around the underside.

I f*cked her throat like I owned it, her gagging music to my ears. One hand gripped her hair, the other reached down to palm her bre*st through her blouse. Her n*pple was hard, pressing against the fabric, and I pinched it hard enough to make her yelp around my c*ck.

“You like being my little sl*t, don’t you?” I grunted. “Like sucking my d**k while I f*ck your face raw.”

She moaned in agreement, her fingers digging into my thighs. I could feel her p*ssy dripping, could smell her arousal mixing with the musk of s*x in the air. The office was a mess of papers and forgotten ambitions, the only thing that mattered now the way her throat fluttered around me, the way her nails scraped against my skin.

“Gonna c*m in your mouth,” I warned, but she just sucked harder, her eyes locked on mine. “F*ck—Aur—”

F*ck I almost say her name. I hope she didn't notice it, but then I came with a groan, my c*ck pulsing as I emptied down her throat. She swallowed every drop, licking her lips when I finally pulled out. Her chin was wet, her makeup ruined, and she looked f*cking delighted.

“Good boy, Professor,” she murmured, standing up to press a kiss to my jaw. “Next time I will bring lube so you can f*ck me Professor.”

I zipped up, my mind still tangled in Aurora’s ghost. The way she’d look at me if she knew what I’d just done. If she knew I’d used Vanessa’s mouth to distract myself from wanting her.

“Get out,” I said, my voice rough.

Vanessa pouted but didn’t argue. She adjusted her skirt, gave me one last smirk, and sauntered to the door. “Anytime, Professor. I’ll bring the lube next time.”

The door clicked shut.

I leaned against my desk, my c*ck already half-hard again just thinking about Aurora’s sweet, untouched lips. About the way she’d blush if I ever told her how badly I wanted to ruin her.

Maybe next time, I wouldn’t need a distraction.