The Daughter Of The Mafia Boss
Chapter 2

Dylan was climbing the stairs to enter the university, busy with some folders in his arms, when from afar he detected a female figure he already knew. Violet was at the entrance with her arms crossed looking at him with those dangerous eyes, she seemed irritated but he didn't care about that. He continued advancing without giving importance to her way of looking at him so defiantly, he passed by her without dedicating a single glance to her but he could clearly feel her anger.

The teacher walked towards his classroom, one that belonged to Violeta's class... in the whole class he felt a little intimidated by the way that woman looked at him, it was not something normal. In all his years he had never met a woman like her, no wonder there were so many rumors that hooking up with Demian Morgan's daughters was like digging his own grave. Dylan pushed those absurd thoughts out of his head and concentrated on the class.

By the time the class concluded, the gaggle of students stood up to leave the room in desperation. He closes the folders and as he stands up, he hears the latch on the door, which leads him to look up in the direction of the door. He meets Violeta's gaze -I was waiting for your class yesterday and you didn't even show up. What was your reason?

-I don't have to answer you that, Miss Morgan, and you'd better open that door if you don't want to get into trouble.

-Trouble?" He laughs with thanks as he walks over to the desk, "My family is hell in person, do you think I care about getting in trouble at the university?

-I do mind not getting in trouble, least of all for a little girl like you," he mutters deadly serious, but Violet's smile doesn't fade, but rather widens.

-So you're one of those well-behaved teachers," she replies, sliding a finger along the edge of the desk, Dylan watches her movements carefully and then looks towards the door, "That must be why I love you," she finishes as she stares at him. -Miss Morgan, I am your teacher, nothing can exist between us.

-If you are so worried about that situation, I can solve it. It's very easy for me to have you thrown out of here, that way you'll be free for me.

Dylan clenches his jaw tightly to the point that the vein in his head throbbed. That woman was willing to go to any lengths to get what she wanted.

-I'm not interested in you. And I hope that this will not happen again, because I am not willing to tolerate your childish behavior" The professor answered without flinching, I imagine that she wanted to intimidate him but it was not going to work. Violet's smile was immediately erased, and then in a fraction of seconds the young girl pounced on Dylan, ending both of them sitting on the floor.

They both ended up sitting on the desk. Everything was so fast, she was so quick and agile that she left him with his mouth open.

-Miss Morgan, what the hell are you doing? He tried to get her off him in the most delicate way possible, if he hurt that girl he would be in serious trouble.

-You won't talk to me that way, much less make me a rant like this," I growl very close to his lips, I was about to kiss him, "I told you, you're mine," he rubs his body against Dylan's in such a seductive and exciting way.

The professor fought against his primitive urges, he was a man and his blood ran through his veins. It was exciting to have a woman rubbing his body in such a way, but if he didn't control himself he might make a serious mistake that he was sure he would regret. So he summoned all his willpower, grabbed his student's wrist and in a skillful twist turned her over. Violet found herself with her back against the blackboard.

-What the hell do you think you're doing," she rants angrily.

-Stop harassing me, I'm not interested in you. So please avoid coming near me, I don't want to lose my job," he says over her ear while holding her tightly as she was resisting.

-You're going to pay for this, nobody treats me this way.

-You're just a spoiled child, you still don't know what you want. So I recommend you to focus on your studies and then when you grow up you can look for another victim to harass with your childishness.

After those cold words Dylan let her go, took her things and went to the exit, closing the door violently... Violet rubbed her wrist while she did not look away from the entrance, she was so angry but at the same time so excited. The presence of that man uncovered certain emotions inside her that she didn't think she had, even though he had her against the wall, she got excited when she heard him talking in her ear.

-I like him! I love that man, he'll definitely be for me-Biting her lips as a smile came to her face as she began to devise a plan to put her teacher at her feet-... He won't escape me.

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Angrily, Dylan enters the teacher's room, for the moment there he would not have a visit from his crazy student. He should not allow himself to be alone with her, she was dangerous and very determined. Dealing with a Morgan would not be an easy job, he denied, he poured himself a cup of coffee, wishing at that moment for a glass of whiskey. It would be better for her than a cup of coffee, but that was all there was.

As she sat at the table fresh memories of what happened in the classroom came to her mind, those full lips painted with that pale pink made her look so innocent and vulnerable. A sweet and tender young girl who couldn't hurt a fly, but it was all a facade, Violet was dangerous as hell. She had to remember that! Let alone forget where she came from.