Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
It might have been the reason he had given himself earlier but now, seeing the way Kassia surrendered herself to him so completely, without holding anything back, Alessandro knew his conscience wouldn’t let him get away with it.
Did he want to fuck Kassia because he wanted her? Or did he want to fuck Kassia because she could also conveniently be the thirty-day lay Domenico asked of him?
He wasn’t sure at all, and as long as he didn’t know the answer to it, Alessandro knew he wouldn’t allow himself to take Kassia’s virginity.
It took extraordinary effort for Alessandro to pull away. Her cry of protest nearly had him undone, but he fought against the need to fuck her, not looking at her face as he switched their positions.
Kassia suddenly found herself seated on the boulder while Alessandro slid down to his feet and stood between her legs.
“Alessandro?” The professor’s name slipped out of her in Kassia’s confusion.
Shuddering at the sound of his name on her lips, Alessandro lifted his gaze to his. “Keep saying it, sweetheart.” Without taking his eyes off her, he pushed her legs wide open. “I want you to scream my name while I make you come.”
And then his head lowered, disappearing between her legs.
His mouth settled on her sex, moving up and down her folds before his tongue thrust in.
And then he was fucking her with his tongue.
She screamed his name.
Over and over, she screamed, giving him what he wanted because the professor was also giving her what she wanted. Trembling in his hold, she came hard against his mouth, and still she couldn’t stop screaming his name. Her head fell back, her eyes drifted close, and water from the falls cascaded down her body, its silky feel adding to the waves of pleasure that racked her.
Oh God, the professor was so good...
As the last waves of pleasure died down, Kassia expected the professor to reach for the towels so they could leave the pool. Instead, she opened her eyes to find the professor gazing at her with undisguised heat.
Her own eyes widened. “P-professor?” Surely it wasn’t humanly possible for him to still want her?
She looked down to ascertain the truth, and she gulped when she saw the professor’s long, hard cock jutting out of the waist-deep water.
Holy. Crap.
Kassia didn’t even realize she had whispered the words out loud until the professor chuckled.
Her head jerked up.
He was smirking. “I think you need a review on what you’ve learned about Humanities, don’t you think?”
“Umm, I...”
The professor didn’t let her continue, his mouth covering hers as he whispered, “I’m going to make you come again, little chick.”
No. Yes. No. Yes. No.
She couldn’t quite make up her mind and in time, she didn’t have to, the professor making it up for her as his mouth moved down and clamped around her nipple.
And so it started all over again.
Chapter Six
When Kassia woke up, it was late in the morning, and she was alone in the bed. Memories of last night were hazy except for the parts where she and the professor did...things. After that, though – did the professor carry her back to his study? Probably, Kassia thought groggily. She didn’t think it was possible for her to walk soon after those...things.
Pushing herself up, she rubbed her eyes and stretched luxuriously. Her body ached in many places, even in some that had never ached before.
Her gaze then fell on a note folded neatly on top of the center table, and Kassia’s heart leapt with a sense of foreboding sweeping over her.
Dear Ms. Summers,
On the table is your review guide for Psychology. I hope it serves you well.
I shall be away until tomorrow because of certain responsibilities to my family, and I fear I will not be able to see you in school anytime today, either.
I have instructed Ronnie to be at your beck and call. It would be my greatest pleasure if you would also stay another night in my home.
Yours,
Alessandro
ALESSANDRO CAREFULLY wiped the blood from his knuckles, staring coldly at the carnage before him. None of them were dead, but none of them were conscious, either. It didn't bother him either way. All the wolves before him were rogues, either exiled by the Lyccan Council or criminals on the loose. All of them had also been paid to ambush his brother, with the highest reward paid to whoever was able to behead Domenico Moretti.
Alessandro looked up when he heard his twin approaching.
"How did you find out about the ambush?" Alejandro asked as he stopped next to his brother. The two of them were both bloodied and battered, their fighting prowess put to the test by having to fight off three dozen Lyccans intent on gatecrashing Domenico's supposedly secret meeting with the Castellano pack leader.
"My spies," Alessandro answered briefly. "You?"
"The same. Do you think Domenico knows about it?"