Author: J.A. Huss
Publisher: Science Future Press
Release Date: November 18, 2015
Genre: BDSM Romance, Erotic Romance, New Adult Romance
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Eighteen is hard.
And so is Mateo Alesci.
Hard to read, hard to predict, hard in every way that counts.
He wants things from me.
Dirty things, nasty things, forbidden things.
And I have to give in.
His attention is completely inappropriate, but I can’t say no.
The way he looks at me… the way he watches me through my bedroom window… the way he drags me deeper and deeper into his completely forbidden fantasy just… turns me on.
He knows it turns me on.
He holds all the power. He holds all the cards. He holds my entire future in his hands.
And I have to give in.
Because Mr. Alesci is my teacher.
And I need everything he’s offering.
Title: Eighteen (18) Based on a True Story
Author: by JA Huss
Genre: NA Taboo Romance
Published: November 18, 2015
“You’re late,” he says.
He nods up to the clock, which reads five minutes after five.
“Was I supposed to be here at five? Because you never said yesterday.”
“Here’s your book,” he says, leaning around to grab a textbook and dropping it on the table with a loud thump. “And here,” he says, repeating the action, “is your workbook. You have homework every night. On Tuesdays and Thursdays we meet at five and stay until seven. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays we’ll meet at five and stay until seven. On the weekends—”
He looks up at me, those green eyes burning. He’s pissed about something, I realize. “We did agree on every day?”
“But you never said anything about the weekends.”
“We can meet at my house on the weekends.”
“My house, Shannon. Do you prefer mornings or mornings?”
I don’t know what to say. This guy, he’s like a bulldozer who runs me over. “I don’t think I can do weekends.”
“You can,” he says, nodding. “Now sit down and tell me what you know about integers.” His legs stretch out under the table. They scissor between mine. My eyes dart up to look at him. “Problem?” he asks.
“No? Then read the first paragraph on page eight and tell me what you think it means.”
I look down at my book.
His legs move against mine. Rubbing back and forth. What the fuck?
“Read it, Shannon.”
I swallow and begin. I read for whole minutes about numbers on a number line. Shit any second grader should know, but authors feel compelled to repeat at the beginning of each textbook. I stop at the end of the page and look up.
He smiles. “Keep going.”
“This is dumb.”
“The other class I’m taking just lets me take tests. Can’t I just take tests?”
“The other teacher in that other class doesn’t give a shit about you.”
“And you do?”
“I’m here, right?”
“He’s there, right?”
“He didn’t give you a jacket to wear in the rain last night. He didn’t pick you up, take you somewhere dry, and buy you a cab ride home.”
“No, but that’s not how most teachers behave, Mr.—”
I just stare at him. What the fuck is his game?
“Say it,” he says. “Say my name.”
I swallow down the confusion. “Mateo?”
He sighs, letting out a long breath of air. And then he leans over the table, grabs my face, and kisses me.
I am so stunned, I don’t move. But his mouth demands something. Cooperation, or interaction, or submission, I’m not sure.
But I do kiss him back, I’m very sure of that.
He fists my hair, making me stand up, and then his lips break free as he walks around the table, keeping hold of my hair while he does it.
I look over my shoulder, my heart beating fast and my breathing coming out in small gasps. “The door is open,” I whisper, almost in a panic.
He ignores me, just grabs my breast, pulls me towards him, threads his fingers up my scalp so he can fist my hair again, and takes what he wants. My mouth.
I give in. I feel helpless. Weightless. Powerless.
When he breaks the kiss, I feel like I might pass out.