
Mafia Student And His Professor
- Genre: LGBTQ+
- Author: Zarkia Blair
- Chapters: 52
- Status: Ongoing
- Age Rating: 18+
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Matteo “It’s that a gun?” He quickly stands up with a question. “No,” I answer as I avert my eyes from him to my backpack then back to him. “Then what is it?” he asks with that d*mn charming Russian accent. D*mn, am I really falling in love with him already that I find Russian accents s*xy now? This is so d*mn confusing but I love new challenges and this challenge it will be the only thing that I will be obsessing over. The university knew that I needed a new obsession and they brought him. I should celebrate this over a fight today. “It’s my d*ck. You like it?” Wiggling my brow. Sergei I stop fighting. Panting. “Matteo, I’m your professor,” I firmly say. “Blah..” he answers. I’m a psychological professor but Matteo makes my blood boils. He tries to bite my ear but I quickly back away. His arms wrapped tightly around my stomach and legs still tackled mine. “I’m twice your age.” “Blah…” He tries to bite my ear again and I back away with a groan this time. I’m so pressed. “I’m 41, and you’re just 20….” “Blah, blah and blah….” Now I pity whoever birthed him. “You’re not normal.” “Make me,” he says. Yuck, his long tongue licked my whole ear. “How?” “Be my boyfriend.” And now I regret why asked. Matteo and Matius are the twin brothers of the De Luca Mafia Family from Italy. Are now sent to Australia and enrolled in University of Sydney on their first mission to learn more about the fear most and ruthless Kuznetsov Russian mafia family in the country through the Kuznetsov’s mafia prince, Andrei. First mission, is to be friend him to get close to him though, Matteo didn’t mean to fall in love with his Professor Sergei at his first sight, and now he has two missions to complete. To pursue his love to his professor and find out about the Kuznetsov’s.
Chapter 1
Matteo
We are waiting for our new Professor.
Sighing.
10 minutes has left.
Tapping my converse shoe heel against the floor.
What! Is he some f*ck*ng prince or the son of this University owner?
F*ck, I’m leaving.
Grabbing my backpack from my desk.
Just as I turned ready to leave, the door swung.
And d*mn! The hammering of my heart is loud to my ears, probably to everyone that I don’t give a d*mn about in this classroom – but why would my heart hammer? I mean no one had ever made me feel this way before.
What’s with this Professor that he makes my heart vulnerable?
Standing two inches away, both of us having our eyes steering into each others as I’m trying not to scan some of his face features but I think my eyes are going to betray me. Sh*t, I should be in control of my eyes and everything on my body.
I can’t move.
Furrowing my brows.
I fail to understand what’s with this professor. But I can’t deny the fact that he’s a gorgeous man. I’ve never seen a man so drop dead gorgeous before. Even Matius has no chance on him.
Still standing in front of him and d*mn frigid.
“Wrong class?” He opens his pretty lips shaped like a cute baby – they’re soft pink and ask a very useless question.
I let out a hiss and with one last glance, I turn back to my seat.
The whole class had their eyes on us and again, I don’t give a f*ck about anyone.
What I give a f*ck about is this Professor. I’m going to find out why he had my heart hammer like that. Not that is steady now – not hammering for sure but something to do with tingling that I don’t quite understand why.
Back on my desk.
In my entire schooling even in primary or elementary I’ve never gave a teacher that privilege of having my attention and thanks to my witty from my father and good listening skills from my mother, I’ve never failed.
However, this unknown professor who got my eyes linger at each action he makes got my attention.
Putting his bag on his desk, but there’s also something ridiculously that it is so foreign to me…. His body. The profile of his body – the way it is built but non like mine though. His is medium thick athletic and well-built too, his tight bkack shirt made sure to expose that while mine is strongly and bulky built like I hit the gym everyday – well, I do.
I’ve never eyed a man like this before. Let alone a female.
He puts on his clear silver geometric frame specs on and his stance is unmatched.
I watch him as he walks away from the desk, then bring his hands together, rubs them then fixes his specs.
“Hi, I’m Professor Sergei Pavlov but you can call me Mr. Pavlov and I would like to apologize on coming late,” he says and facing directly at us and before that he licked his lips and f*ck, something in my pants got excited and twitched.
Sh*t, he overloaded my curiosity about him. Now, I want to know everything about him. I mean, every single thing about him.
He just made himself my person of interest.
He’s my POI.
The vibration of my phone distract me from scrutinizing my professor from my jeans pocket.
Taking it out.
The Group chat:
Andrei: Fight-club tournament start early tonight.
I put him on read and don’t respond back as I bring my focus on my professor.
Thinking of a way of grabbing his attention so he could call me to his office after this class.
Hmmm…
Haaa, yes.
Putting my phone on high volume then starts to respond.
Me: I can’t be there.
My phone is on the desk.
Matius: If you grew a p*ssy please tell us.
Andrei: I will drag that p*ssy out of that class now.
I have my arms crossed up on my chest as I’m staring at the professor teaching.
It seems as if my loud phone doesn’t irritate him.
Typing…..
Me: I resign.
Then fly my eyes back to the professor.
My phone annoyingly deafen the whole class.
I see the professor’s neck muscles work from afar. Trying to avoid the buzzing and chiming of my phone.
Now the whole class loses their focuses on him to me with sneering eyes as if I care.
I will put bullets right on their eyes in their sleeps.
The noise starts to irritates the professor.
“You,” he says pointing at me. “Put your phone on silent. Now.” He sneer too. “Follow me after this.”
F*ck, this man is gorgeous.
Picking up my phone with a wry smile beaming on my face and type…
Me: I’ll be a bit late.
Escaping that wry smile again and slip my phone back into my jeans pocket.
He have the goddesses’ voice as he teaches while I have my eyes studying every inch of his body. Every movements he makes, the way he turns and the way he frequently fixes his specs.
Fixing my body to sit upright and listen attentively to whatever he teaches but I can’t help not to lose a focus when my eyes again lingers on Professor’s Sergei’s lips as he lectures.
My eyes wanders to the curve of his neck, the way his hair curled slightly at the nape when he just turned to the chalk board and gave me his perfect view of his back.
He is my white dove.
He is the white dove with the eyes I can’t wait to dive in and discover their deepest secret they hold after this class.
It’s the time even moving?
A few minutes later. “I will see you all soon,” he says while grabbing his bag and starts walking out of the class.
I’m the first one to follow him.
His office luckily its not far from the classroom. Though, I love following him, being behind him and admire all the aspects from his behind, is Mmmmh….
His dark slacks is fit and bit tight on his butt and showing off how well they are formed. I’ve never looked at men’s butts before only girls though, not too much but this ones takes a cup. They’re perfectly shaped.
And well, I can’t wait to have his attention all to myself in his office that I will be his first student to be entering in his office.
I would like for it to remain that way.
I’m thinking of having an invisible wire that will choke the students, except me – to choke them when they will want to stride inside his office, hahaha, brilliant idea.
But I also don’t trust these other professors. I will have to come up with a plan of driving them away from him.
Everyone should be 1 metre away – no, I think 2 metres because some people have long arms.
I have to find out if he has a boyfriend or a girlfriend and what I have picked so far is that, he has no ring on his finger. Tick.
I smirk before leaping inside his office.
Closing the door.
“No, leave it half open like that,” he says and he’s already sitting down on his office chair.
A wry smirk escapes my lips.
I push the door to close.
He eye me confusedly but I avoid that and sit on the chair that is far away from his desk.
I stand up and push it to his desk and making no space then jump to sit on it.
He huff and looks so pressed already, then gulp. Maybe trying to calm himself.
For what?
My eyes are on him and just simply studying his movements.
I love his facial fade hair.
His eyes narrow to my intense gaze and now he’s making his s*xy slim shaped brows meet.
D*mn, if he knew better, he wouldn’t be doing that.
He has a slim pointy bit long nose.
His lips are baby pink slim and so pretty.
Leaning back to his chair and fold his arms to the middle of his chest and stomach. “Tell me a good reason why you had to make a noise in class Mr. De Luca?”
Smiling because he calls me by my last name. “You can call me Matteo,” I tell him then he raise a brow. “To get your attention.”
Now raising two brows.
He clears his throat and lean forward.
This is what I want – no space between us and now I can smell his soft fragrance that is so calming. I don’t know anything about fragrances and I don’t care about them, but his I am forced to know it.
“Why?”
Instead of answering him, I make the noise by pushing my chair back and stands up.
His eyes narrows again by my sudden action.
“It’s that a gun?” He quickly stands up with a question.
“No,” I answer as I avert my eyes from him to my backpack then back to him.
“Then what is it?” he asks with that d*mn charming Russian accent.
D*mn, am I really falling in love with him already that I find Russian accents s*xy now? This is so d*mn confusing but I love new challenges and this challenge it will be the only thing that I will be obsessing over.
The university knew that I needed a new obsession and they brought him. I should celebrate this over a fight today.
D*mn, I pity the guy I’m going to fight against with. He should come armoured.
His eyes beams of curiosity. Actually, I’ve never seen the eyes so beautiful like this before. They’re silver yet ocean like and green – interesting.
“It’s my d*ck. You like it?” Wiggling my brow.
Chapter 2
Matteo
After leaving Professor Sergei in shock — but, let me call him Sergei because he’s already mine.
Now, Again……
After leaving Sergei in shock in his office, though, was he in shock or impressed? I couldn’t read his expression.
Shrugging.
It doesn’t matter, I will be seeing him soon after the fight.
Continuing….. I rushed to my house, the house I share with Matius, my twin brother but we are mostly opposite – look wise but people say we look alike and I say their crazy. I mean Matius is gorgeous but not drop dead gorgeous like Sergei and I’m drop dead handsome so that’s a huge difference people should notice, and also behaviours are not the same.
Matius is sassy – hyperactive and I’m manly and …….. I will have to ask Sergei about being hyperactive or not after we get to spend a weekend together in just a few days to come.
I snort.
I’m excited.
Curling my hair with my finger.
Wait! Where was