Claiming His Student: An Instalove Possessive Age Gap Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 209)

by Flora Ferrari

  Contents

  Claiming His Student

  NEWSLETTER

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Epilogue

  Extended Epilogue

  Happily Ever After

  NEWSLETTER

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS

  BRATVA BEAR SHIFTERS

  LAIRDS & LADIES

  RUSSIAN UNDERWORLD

  IRISH WOLF SHIFTERS

  About the Author

  Claiming His Student

  AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE

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  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 209

  FLORA FERRARI

  Copyright © 2020 by Flora Ferrari

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.

  Claiming His Student

  Cora

  I’ve never minded being the Dean’s daughter up until now...now that he’s hired the sexiest English professor in the world to teach at this university, there’s no way I can focus on my studies. But he’s my teacher so we can never be together...can we?

  Dylan

  The second I walk into my new classroom, I know I have to have the beautiful girl at the front of the class. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted. But with her father keeping a watchful eye on me, I’m going to have to find a way of making her mine without him knowing...

  *Claiming His Student is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

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  Chapter One

  Cora

  “Who do you think our new professor is?” Penny asks me as we take our seats at the very front of the lecture theatre. We’re beginning the last year of our English Literature course and we’ve been thrown a curveball; a new professor. I glance down at my schedule on my phone to re-read the name of the professor.

  “I’ve never heard of a Dylan Harker before and given that my Dad is the Dean, I guess I would’ve heard of him if he’d been around before. He must be new.”

  Penny sighs. “I bet he’s going to be some stuffy old man with a tweed suit and a beard that’s way too long.”

  I laugh. “Oh, definitely. It’s way too much to ask to get some eye candy around here…”

  The doors to the class open and my jaw drops. A tall man in a well fitted blue suit enters the room, his dark eyes scanning over us casually. He’s definitely not a stuffy old man. With light stubble on his chin and dark hair that’s slicked back to reveal his handsome face. He must be at least in his forties, and while he has the intelligent air of an older man not one thing about him seems boring or out of touch. I’ve never been attracted to anyone before so I don’t exactly have a type, but looking at him now, I know that it doesn’t matter that he’s older than me. I want him.

  All of a sudden my heart is racing wildly. I thought today was going to be just another boring lecture, but now that this man is here I’m not sure anything will ever be the same again.

  He doesn’t appear to have noticed me at all as he heads to his lectern. He’s shuffling through his notes. He still has a few minutes until the class begins. Penny nudges me. It clearly hasn’t escaped her notice that he’s possibly the hottest man we’ve ever laid eyes on.

  “Surely that can’t be him?” she hisses. “He’s...he’s young! And gorgeous! Do you think he’s lost?”

  “No,” I breathe. “I think he’s exactly where he’s supposed to be.”

  At that exact moment, he looks up and our eyes lock. His face changes as he stares into my eyes, my soul, his dark eyebrows furrowing as he takes me in. I blush as his eyes dare to venture over my body. He takes in the curve of my hips, my chest, my tight shirt...and it looks like he likes what he sees. He grips the edges of the lectern, watching me so intently that I feel like I can’t breathe. All I want is for him to break this tension by coming over here and kissing me. But he’s my professor...how is it possible that he’s looking at me like we could be something special? How is it possible that he’s undressing me with his eyes in front of the entire class and yet I feel like we’re the only two people in the room?

  I feel Penny nudging my arm, whispering something to me, but I don’t hear a word she says. With my gaze locked on him, I know that it’s going to be impossible to concentrate in class this semester. All I’m going to be thinking of is how incredible he looks, how much I want him, how much I’m praying he wants me back…

  “Cora!” Penny hisses. “Have you lost your mind? Stop drooling over him like that, he’s definitely noticed.”

  “Good,” I breathe so quietly that only Penny will be able to hear. We’re still both watching each other with such intense interest that I don’t know if we’ll ever be able to break away from one another. But people are going to start talking. People are going to wonder what the hell is going on. I force myself to look down at my lap, but I can still feel his gaze on me, burning with unspoken desire. Am I imagining it? No. When I glance up, his eyes are still trained on me.

  What is happening?

  I feel like I can barely breathe. The lecture is about to start and I’m dizzy with lust. Maybe I should get out of here. I should escape this overwhelming feeling of desire he’s bringing out of me and just go home for the day. All these emotions hitting me are like an avalanche, making me tremble, making my heart race, making my skin heat up as though I’m on fire. But some part of me loves this. Even though it's entirely inappropriate, this is the single hottest thing to ever have happened to me.

  And I want more.

  At the front of the room, the hot professor clears his throat and I take a deep breath to try and compose myself. Penny is looking at me as though I’m crazy. Maybe I am. I guess now I can see why they say that lust drives people to madness.

  “My name is Dylan Harker. I will be teaching this class for the rest of the semester,” he growls. I shiver at how deep and sexy his voice is. His eyes find their way to me once again, as though he’s scoping out my response to him. Well, I hope he got what he wanted. He may as well have made me melt into a puddle at his feet.

  “This is a literature class...and although you were given an extensive reading list over the break, I have a sneaking suspicion that many of you won’t have picked up a book for the past few months,” Dylan continues, earning a few guilty laughs from the other students. “Which is why I want you to return tomorrow after spending today digging into some of the texts I gave you to read...who knows. Perhaps you might even enjoy them. I will be in the library later and I expect to see ever
y single one of you there with your nose in a book...I will also be there to answer any questions that you might have about the work ahead of you this term.”

  I’m barely listening. My eyes venture over his body, noting that he clearly works out by the way the fabric of his suit stretches across his expansive chest. His hair is dark but peppered with steel at his temples and yet he looks so young. Young enough for me, in my opinion. He looks at me again and his eyes are once again burning with desire. I want him right this second.

  Get ahold of yourself.

  “Since I’m almost certain we don’t need another first class filled with icebreakers and introductions, I’m dismissing you now to go and get a head start on any books you might’ve missed during summer vacation. Off you go. And I’ll see you all later in the library.”

  Everyone stands up quickly, glad to be given a reprieve from the class, but I don’t want to go. I want to stay here...with him. As I stand on shaky legs, I can’t believe I’m about to walk away from him.

  But then his eyes meet mine. He shakes his head. And I can swear I hear a low growl forming in the back of his throat.

  “No. Not you,” he says roughly. “You’re staying here with me.”

  Dylan

  The beautiful girl from the front of the class looks so shocked that I asked her to stay behind that she’s frozen still. It gives me all the more time to take her in. God, she doesn’t know how fucking gorgeous she is. Those wide, curvaceous childbearing hips only make me want to haul her to me and touch every inch of her skin. Her heavy breasts look like a real handful, the perfect size for my large mitts. I just want to fuck her right here in the middle of my new lecture hall. I’ve already decided that she’s mine. I have to have her. Every inch of her belongs to me from her white-blonde hair and cat green eyes to her wide hips and thick thighs. The things I’d do to her if I had the chance…

  Her friend is trying to get her to leave, looking at me in confusion, but the girl simply stands, watching me. She wants to stay. Eventually, her friend files out of the class with the other students and I am finally able to approach her.

  “What’s your name?” I growl. She looks up at me. She doesn’t seem like a timid girl, but I guess something about me has intimidated her a little because she’s shaking with nerves. She clears her throat.

  “Cora,” she whispers.

  “Cora…” I growl. “There’s something special about you, Cora...I can tell. Did you do all of the reading?”

  “Of course,” she whispers. “I spent a whole week just on the Canterbury Tales. I read every Jane Austen book twice. I even managed Ulysses. I’m not sure I understood it all, but I finished it and made notes.”

  “You’re dedicated, passionate,” I growl. “I like it.”

  She blushes and I smirk. I like that I have the ability to bring out the color in her cheeks. I take her arm and sit her back down. Our legs brush as we sit close to one another and a thrill rushes through me. My cock is hard just from the brief touch of my skin on hers. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I’ve never had a woman before, and I’ve never wanted one, but the second my eyes fell on her, I saw something special. I just knew she was the one for me, and now there’s no chance in hell I’m letting her get away. I’m already imagining what it would be like to take her, to feel the tightness of her pussy around my cock. I want to come deep inside her, to plant my seed, and have her bear new fruits with our children.

  “This isn’t my first time teaching, but it’s the first time a student has stood out to me so completely,” I growl, leaning in close to her. “There’s something about you, Cora. I’d like to see more of you outside of the classroom. If you’re willing, I’d be happy to give you extra tutoring, private consultations, whatever you like...and our relationship doesn’t have to be strictly...professional. I’d like to know you on a personal level too.”

  I hear the intake of her breath and wonder if I’ve misread this situation. The last thing I want is to push her further than she wants to go. Maybe she’s not interested at all and I’ve just blown it all. But then she shifts a little closer to me and I feel my cock surge in my pants. Her leg brushes against mine again. Her body turned toward mine. All of her body language points to her being into whatever is happening between us.

  “I’d like that,” she breathes. It’s all I can do to stop myself from grabbing her now and kissing her. I want her so badly that it’s like an ache inside me. But even as I’m considering leaning in closer, I see a shadow approaching the door and there’s a sinking sensation deep in my gut. I get the feeling that the moment is about to be ruined.

  In the doorway is my new boss. The Dean of the college. He sees me sitting close to Cora and his expression darkens. I brace myself, sensing something is about to happen.

  “Ah, Dylan,” the Dean says, crossing his arms over his chest. “I see that you’ve met my daughter…”

  Chapter Two

  Cora

  I should’ve known that this whole thing was too good to be true. Here I was, flirting with the hottest man I’ve ever met, and my Dad just had to walk in. Seeing him now, my heart sinks, knowing that if he knew what I was just doing, he’d probably kill me.

  “Hi, Dad,” I say uncomfortably. “I’m just getting to know Dylan a little.”

  “That’s Mr. Harker to you,” my Dad says sternly, glaring at both me and Dylan. I roll my eyes with a sigh.

  “Dad everyone calls their professors by their first name at this age. I’m not being rude.”

  “I didn’t realize that one on one sessions began so early in the year,” Dad says, firmly fixing his stare on Dylan. Yet he seems calm as he keeps his gaze steady on my Dad.

  “I like to get a head start,” Dylan says. The tension in the room is so thick that I feel like I can’t breathe.

  I take a deep breath and ask, “What are you doing here, Dad?”

  “I thought I’d come and check in on Mr. Harker on his first class at this institution.” Dad stares around the room pointedly. “But I see no students. Did they neglect to show up on your first day, Mr. Harker?”

  “I sent them away with some reading. First classes tend to be a little redundant,” Dylan says coolly. My father takes a step closer.

  “Is that so?”

  “The students don’t need me to go over the curriculum and do back to school exercises. Their time is better spent catching up on their reading. Plus, it gives me an opportunity to begin my one on one sessions early,” Dylan says calmly. I know that technically he’s lying. I know that he didn’t ask me here for a studious one on one session. But I want my father to believe him. I want him to leave so that Dylan and I can finish what we started here. But as my Dad comes ever closer, I can see the fury burning in his eyes.

  “That’s not how we do things around here, Mr. Harker,” he hisses. “I hired you because I’ve heard of your good track record, but I will not stand for you using class time to be alone with any of the students.”

  “You misunderstand entirely,” Dylan growls. “I see something special in your daughter, sir. I know that she’s one of the most promising students at this university, you said it yourself, and I know that from speaking with her first hand. Perhaps you should back off and let me do my job.”

  I hold my breath. All of a sudden, all I want is to run away. But I don’t want to go anywhere without Dylan. In the short time, we’ve known one another my attraction to him has become unbearably strong. Being away from him will forever feel like a punishment. I can’t let my Dad get in the way of our plans. I can’t let him ruin this before it’s even begun.

  “Should I go and get the next student for their one on one consultation?” I ask quickly. “I could send Penny in if you like? Then you can really get the ball rolling. This session was really useful...I feel much more confident about the coursework now.”

  Dylan plays along, standing, and straightening his suit. “That would suit me perfectly, Cora...unless the Dean has an issue with that?”


  I hold my breath. My Dad has always been a hot head and I know he won’t appreciate the way that Dylan has been speaking to him this morning. But my father trusts me. He doesn’t believe that I’d ever lie to him. Guilt rips at my heart as I realize I’ve chosen to back Dylan instead of my Dad. But I can’t let Dylan get into trouble. I can’t let him get fired before we’ve even had a chance to be together. My father eyes me suspiciously before turning back to Dylan.

  “Very well. I suppose I should trust in your process. But I expect to see you teaching a real class when I come by next time.”

  “Of course,” Dylan snaps, his eyes hard. “Whatever you say, sir.”

  I stand to leave, grabbing my bag and stealing one last longing glance at Dylan. His eyes tell me that this isn’t over. He’s not going to let anything stop us from having our shot together. As I walk out of the room, I sense that my Dad is following me and I find myself preparing for an argument. I get the feeling that he didn’t believe my little act back there. He’s not stupid, after all, and he knows me well. I tend to be willing to do a lot to get what I want...I just never expected that it would mean turning against my father.

  “What was really going on back there? Was Dylan being inappropriate?” Dad asks, falling into step with me. I sigh.

  “No, Dad, I told you we were just having our first one on one meeting. It’s no big deal, he picked me because I was in the front row of the classroom. What’s wrong with you? Why do you always have to believe that people have some hidden agenda?”