Tempted By My Mafia Professor

Looked at me while doing it

“Ahh… yes… just like that!”

Wendy’s moans echoed through the dimly lit room, breathy and loud enough to make my heart skip. I pressed my back against the wall, trying not to breathe too loudly as Rafael’s deep grunts followed.

This had been going on for nearly half an hour. Weren’t they exhausted by now?

Wendy has cûmed three times now....gosh that must have felt good

“Yeah, you like that?”

His voice...low, rough, commanding...sent a strange chill down my spine. There was something about the way he spoke, the authority in it. I hated how it made my stomach twist.

Don’t think about it. Don’t. He’s trouble… and you have a boyfriend, I reminded myself.

A sharp sound followed...a spank...and Wendy whimpered in response.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

There was a pause, then the claps sounded again followed By Wendy's moans.I risked a glance through the c***k of the door.

He looked… dangerous. Focused. His movements precise. So enchanting. Wendy was loud, lost in pleasure, but his expression didn’t match hers

His jaw was tight, eyes dark...like he was somewhere else entirely.

Who is this man really?

My gaze kept drifting back and forth...from her flushed face to his unbothered one...until his head suddenly tilted. Our eyes met.

I froze.

He knew I was there.

For a second, the world stopped moving. His stare pinned me in place, unreadable, but something in it… something wicked and knowing… made my breath hitch.

I couldn’t look away. Couldn’t move.

Then a low grunt escaped him, deep and guttural, followed by silence.

He released himself....

I jerked back behind the door, my pulse racing.

“It took you long enough,” Wendy teased, breathless. “I thought I was doing something wrong.”

“Get dressed. I’ll drop you off,” he replied flatly, wearing his shirt

Minutes later, I heard her heels click against the floor, the door opening, closing...leaving just him.

Silence.

My heart pounded so loud I was sure he could hear it.

“Come out of there,” he said suddenly, voice calm but edged with danger. “You might suffocate.”

Goosebumps erupted along my arms.

I stayed still, praying he’d just leave.

He chuckled under his breath, low and amused. “Like I said,, I'm not gonna hurt you” he murmured, “you’ll come to me yourself.”

Then footsteps. The door shut.

And I finally let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

Rafael’s POV

I hadn’t felt that in years.

The rush. The loss of control. The fire that consumed everything inside me.

But it wasn’t because of Wendy.

It happened the moment my eyes found her.

Rose.

The way she looked at me like I was both danger and desire.

I came alive again because of her.

And now that I know she’s the one who can make me feel like a man again

Something I've been craving for years

I’ll never let her go. Rose You are mine!!!!!

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Rose’s POV

I ran...faster than I ever had in my life.

Didn't think twice about leaving my scooter there...

My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat, in my ears, in every inch of me.

I didn’t stop until I reached my apartment door, slamming it shut behind me and locking it twice.

My body trembled as I stumbled to my bed and collapsed.

I pressed my palms against my face, trying to make sense of what I’d just seen.

“Oh God… what am I going to do?” I whispered, my voice shaking.

He knew I was there.

He was looking right at me the whole time...like he could see through the door, through me.

“Should I just move to another town? Yes… yes, I should,” I muttered, pacing now.

But then reality hit.

“No… what about college? What about Ethan?”

Then it hit me

Ethan. My boyfriend.

I needed to tell him. He’d know what to do.

I grabbed my phone and dialed his number, holding it tight to my ear.

No answer.

“Right… it’s late. He’s probably sleeping.”

I muttered to myself, my hands on my face

I glanced at the clock.

2:00 a.m.

With a deep breath, I sank back onto my bed. But no matter how hard I tried, my thoughts drifted straight back to him.

That man.

Rafael.

I whispered his name under my breath, testing it, tasting it.

Rafael.

I picked up my phone again, searching for him online...his name, his face, anything.

Nothing.

It was like he didn’t exist.

A chill ran down my spine… but so did something else.

Heat.

My body betrayed me, remembering the way he looked, the way his voice filled the room.

I pressed my thighs together, my breath shallow.

“Get it together, Rose,” I muttered to myself.

But it was useless.

Because no matter how hard I tried—

I could still feel him.

My fingers slid inside my panties and gosh they were wet, really wet..

Immediately I threw my panties to the other side of the room, slipping through my p***y, circling my clit

"AHH"

I moaned into my pillow...my mouth wide open, my hands tangled in my hair.

My body began to twitch...I could feel it, I was so close, oh god I wanted it, I wanted him, I wanted to be inside of him...

“f**k,”

My hips rocked forward, feeling the friction, feeling the heat building between my legs.

I cried out louder

and felt myself begin to break free.

I felt my o****m rip through me, felt myself shatter

then collapse into a quivering mess on my bedroom floor, breathing hysterically.

"That was fast"

I muttered embarrassed...feeling my n*****s hardening, my cheeks flush

Wanting more, needing More