The first time Amelia saw him, she knew she must taste that monster c**k.
Professor Vance — Dr Adrian Vance, the new head of the Literature department — walked into the lecture hall on a Tuesday morning, and the air in the room changed.
He was tall, broad shouldered, dressed in charcoal grey suit that clung to every plane of his body.
His hair was dark, swept back from a face that belonged on a coin — sharp cheekbones, severe jaw, eyes the color of storm clouds that scanned the room with detached assessment.
He looked at her. Through her and past her. Amelia was used to being seen. She’d cultivated her appearance carefully — twenty-one, blonde, curvy as f**k and built for temptation.
But Vance’s gaze slid over her like she was furniture, like she was nothing, and something in her ch
