What do you do when you wake up naked in your professor’s bed...with his hand around your throat and his name on your tongue?I sold my virginity for $500,000To pay my dad’s debt to the mafia. The buyer?Lorenzo D’Amato. 35. My criminology professor. Mafia underboss. The man who gave me a C with a note: _Your arguments lack penetration. See me for detention.Now detention is 8pm. His penthouse. His desk.*His rules:* 1. No touching yourself. That’s his job.* 2. Call him Professor when you cum.* 3. Don’t fall in love. He doesn’t do love. He does ownership.He ties me up to teach me lessons.* He f***s me to punish me.* He praises me when I take it well: Good girl. A+He degrades me when I don’t: Filthy little student. Again.He said one semester. Then I’m free. But I’m already dripping for the man who bought me.Already learning to ride him instead of fear him.Already planning to make the Professor beg.Because he corrupted my body first.Now I’m corrupting his soul.