NINA’S POV
The next morning came with a spark that made my chest feel light. I stood in front of the mirror, tugging the straps of the new gown I had picked for today. It hugged my curves so tightly that I could barely breathe, and that was exactly what I wanted. My cleavage pushed up so high it looked like it was daring someone to look, daring him to look.
I tilted my head, painting my lips with a shade darker than usual, letting the brush linger on the corners until it made a sharp pout. My lashes were thick, my skin glowing under the little extra foundation I had piled on. A doll. That’s what I looked like. A beautiful, dangerous doll.
I leaned closer to the mirror, whispering the words I’d been repeating since last night.
“Professor Black… you’re mine.”
A giggle slipped out of me,
