~Tanya's POV~
I sat in the back row of Professor Shoquan's lecture hall, my notebook open but not to the notes on postcolonial literature he was droning on about. Instead, my pen flew across the page, scribbling the filthy fantasy that had been burning in my brain for weeks.
My stepdad. Hot as sin, with that chiseled jaw, broad shoulders straining against his button-down shirt, and those piercing dark eyes that made my thighs clench just looking at him. Shoquan wasn't just my professor; he was the man who'd married my mom two years ago, turning our family dynamic into something straight out of a taboo porn plot. And God, did I want him to ruin me.
In my story, he had me bent over his desk, my skirt hiked up, panties ripped aside as he growled into my ear, 'You think you can tease me l
