Baris POV
The moment I laid my eyes on her, I knew had to have her whether she wanted me or not.

I always saw her sitting in the back of my class, listening attentively my words of wisdom and taking notes with those beautiful slender fingers of hers.

I always enjoyed watching her from afar, secretly admiring her beauty, wanting to worship that dark skin that always glows whenever the bright sun casts over her through the windows during my afternoon lectures.

It's sad I only get to see her twice a week.

She was always alone never bothered to befriend anyone in the class.

I'm glad she didn't, because her attention would've been stolen from me and I would really hate that.

The first time we crossed paths was when I bumped into her in the school's parking lot.

She was walking backwards waving to a woman who fairly looked to be her mother.

Her melodic voice screaming the words 'bye mommy' immediately caught my attention.

The way she smiled nervously, her siren-like voice, and the dark eyes looking at me innocently as she apologized for the the small collision our bodies had.

Whenever, she stood straight with her shoulders slouched lacking to show off the confidence.

I knew she had it in her but I also felt like she was insecure about herself

Willow would often glance downward as if unsure of herself.

Though she made her movements subtle, I always caught on to the idea that there might be two sides to her.

One is fighting for control; she wanted to be confident but at the same time she was shy and submissive, which she has yet to come to the realization.

Willow is quite the bewitching sight for any man.

She has long, smooth, long legs leading up to a small yet full butt.

Wide hips and a flat belly it gave her petite body the outline of an slightly curvy slim figure.

From my observations, she had small but perky B cup breasts.

'Oh God, I sound like a pervert. Get a grip Baris' I mumbled the thought out loud.

Her face was without flaws, a cute nose, high cheekbones, full brown lips, and coffee colored eyes rimmed with long dark lashes.

Willow's hair was a short Afro, but occasionally she wore wigs that enhanced that natural beauty of hers.

She usually wore baggy clothes, jeans, cargo pants, plain white shirts or graphic shirts with alarming words on them.

But, today she wore a leather brown skirt with a long slit, a green tank-top with a tied knot in the front, and had her designer bag slung over one shoulder and dark shiny boots adorned her feet.

This is a shocking surprise, my angel never wore these type of things. She certainly looked beautiful as usual.

I needed to touch her once again, feel her warm skin, kiss those beautiful lips and looking deeply in her dark eyes.

Impatiently, I continued on with my lecture.

Once in a while, our eyes meet but she looks away avoiding my gaze then continued on taking more notes.

I ended my lecture with a group work project that was due in two weeks time.

When class finished, the students fled out the room bidding me goodbyes while I politely did the same.

My little minx was the last one to leave. I saw the reluctance in her body language when she walked towards my desk in the lecture hall.

She coughed clearing her throat.
"Umm, Professor Aslan, would it be possible for me to do the project you assigned by myself. I'm not very keen on the idea of working with my peers, it didn't end well last time." Willow said in a small voice still avoiding eye contact.

"Anything for you, Angel" I said out loud without even realizing.

"Sorry?" Willow asked with confusion clear as day on her face.

I stood up from my chair packing up the papers and important files on my desk and into my briefcase.

"Let's finish this conversation in my office" When I said that, I saw her body stagger back a bit.

"That won't be necessary, Professor." She said with a bit of fear in her tone.

"My office or this conversation is closed. You choose Ms. James" I taunted with a smug smile.

Willow nodded her head but the hesitation was clear in her eyes.

"After you" I told her, practically smelling the fear oozing from her.

She walked out the lecture hall first, and I closed the door behind me.

Then we started walking to my office side to side.

                     Willow's POV
Big mistake! I'm currently pressed up against the wall inside Professor Aslan's office while he busies himself with kissing on my neck.

"Please, this is wrong." I begged helplessly trying to push the powerfully built man off me.

I raised my knee and hit his jewels as hard as I could making him grunt in pain.

I quickly moved out of his grip to the door, trying to pull it open, I kept on struggling until I heard the sound of keys jingling.

"Sweetheart, I think you need this" I looked over my shoulder to see Professor Aslan sitting on the edge of his desk dangling the door key while his hand laid on top of his crotch.

"Please let me go" I pleaded.

The dark look in his eyes made me know I was in for whatever is going on in that head of his.

"Take off your clothes" He commanded.
I almost broke my neck by the way I stained my head to look at him wide eyed.

"What?" I asked baffled at his demand.

"Your clothes, I want them off now." He gritted through clenched teeth.

Lifting my shaky hands, I slowly unbuttoned the leather skirt, leaving me only in my white lacy thong.

I pulled on the knot in front of my top letting it drop to the ground and I immediately covered my exposed chest.

"White looks heavenly on you" He commented giving me a once over while licking his lips.

I felt heat and moisture in between my legs.

"Come here" Professor Aslan said beckoning me with his index finger.

I'm literally shaking like a leaf in my boots.

"Get over here, Willow. Don't make me say it again" Scared that he might hurt me, I strolled over to him at a slow pace.

5 steps more I was already standing right in front of him.

"How can someone be so goddamn beautiful?" He said tilting my head around caressing my face.

He quickly pulled me into a kiss, which I refused to go along with.

Then, I felt his hand sneak behind from my waist to tightly grip my ass making me gasp.

His tongue instantly invaded my mouth, kissing me deeply and his hand went around my neck.

He stood up whilst still kissing my reluctant lips, he lifted me placing me on top of the desk.

Standing in between my legs, he pressed me down the wooden table, my back flattened on the smooth surface.

Professor Aslan's hands were everywhere, his hand groping my breasts playing with my very erected nipples.

He kept on nibbling, sucking and biting on my neck.

'Why am I so turned on by this? I should be resisting his advances! But, why am I enjoying it so much?'

Out of nowhere, I felt his fingers rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves through the lacy fabric making me moan.

"You like that, baby?" He purred in my ear.

"Please..." I don't even know what I want.

So, why am I pleading with him?

Professor Aslan stopped his sexual ministrations all of a sudden, looking in my eyes with a regretful emotion swirling in his brown orbs.

"I'm so sorry, I can't do this to you. Please forgive me" He said creating a huge space between us.

Picking up my clothes and began dressing me.

After he finished putting the clothes back on me.

Professor Aslan tugged me to his chest firmly hugging me as he kissed my temple apologizing repeatedly for what he had done.

I am utterly bamboozled to even say anything right now.

He stepped back walking to the door and opening it wide for me to leave.

I kept my head down, passing by him as I exited his office feeling disappointed...?

Why do I feel like that?

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