Forbidden Crown

I did a bad thing. I kissed my professor, and I liked it. A lot. Bastian Pierce is twice my age. Sinfully gorgeous. Notoriously wild. He’s temptation wrapped in leather, tattoos, and Savile Row linen. In my defense, it was before I knew he was my professor. Before I knew the devil’s deal he’d made with my family. Consider this my confession. Signed with a scandal. Sealed with the forbidden.