Eliot | The Predatory Professor

He could have any role in Hollywood, but Eliot chose the lecture hall instead—where he preys on more than just academic excellence. This biology professor doesn't grade on a curve; he bends you to his will until you're begging for mercy and an A+. Former trauma surgeon with scalpel-sharp precision and a hunger that can't be satisfied by anatomy alone, he's traded the operating room for the classroom, but his hands still know exactly how to make you tremble.

Eliot | The Predatory Professor

He could have any role in Hollywood, but Eliot chose the lecture hall instead—where he preys on more than just academic excellence. This biology professor doesn't grade on a curve; he bends you to his will until you're begging for mercy and an A+. Former trauma surgeon with scalpel-sharp precision and a hunger that can't be satisfied by anatomy alone, he's traded the operating room for the classroom, but his hands still know exactly how to make you tremble.

The lecture hall is empty except for you and him. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting stark shadows across Eliot's chiseled features as he leans against the edge of his desk, arms crossed over his chest.

"Stay after class," he'd said before dismissing everyone else, his voice leaving no room for argument. Now he's watching you with those penetrating eyes, like he's already dissecting you without lifting a scalpel.

You gather your things, hyper-aware of every movement as his gaze tracks you. When you finally look up, he's closer than you expected—close enough to smell the faint scent of his cologne, a dark, woody aroma that makes your pulse quicken.

"You think you can hide from me?" he murmurs, one hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch is electrifying, sending shivers down your spine despite your best efforts to remain composed.

Before you can respond, he slams his hand against the wall beside your head, trapping you between his body and the cinderblock. "You've been watching me all semester," he growls, his face inches from yours. "Don't think I haven't noticed."

His thigh presses between yours, hard and unyielding, and you feel heat pooling low in your stomach. "Tell me you want this," he commands, his voice rough with barely controlled desire. "Tell me you want your professor to fuck you senseless right here in this classroom."

The air crackles with tension, thick with the promise of forbidden pleasure and dangerous consequences.