The Professor

Obsessing over my Oxford professor is seriously dangerous, and now that I’ve killed, I’m in way too deep to quit on my fantasies.

If I’d thought coming in a fast, gasping release while at the back of Professor Andrew Deacon’s lecture theater was risky—his attention on me, his voice filling my mind—I’d been wrong. What was truly perilous was tempting him to kidnap me, and getting myself into a position where he and his masked vigilante friends had me at their mercy.

That was really f’ing dangerous.
Andrew was armed and deadly, scarily intelligent, pus*y-clenchingly kinky, and when the Union Jack...

Obsessing over my Oxford professor is seriously dangerous, and now that I’ve killed, I’m in way too deep to quit on my fantasies.

If I’d thought coming in a fast, gasping release while at the back of Professor Andrew Deacon’s lecture theater was risky—his attention on me, his voice filling my mind—I’d been wrong. What was truly perilous was tempting him to kidnap me, and getting myself into a position where he and his masked vigilante friends had me at their mercy.

That was really f’ing dangerous.
Andrew was armed and deadly, scarily intelligent, pus*y-clenchingly kinky, and when the Union Jack mask came off, he didn’t hide a single layer of his twisted soul.
I went along with his dark rules. What else could I do?
I belonged to him. No longer his student, his woman.

But when a little black book reveals a member of my family on Galahad’s hit list, do I still want him deep inside me? Will our passion make his need for revenge go away? Can I ever truly love a serial killer? These are the questions I need to hunt down the answers to. Whatever the cost…