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)
Oh. God. So. Hot.
Her sex throbbed hard.
“Right here, Ms. Summers.” The professor gripped her pussy hard as he spoke, and Kassia started seeing stars again. “Get every answer correct, and I’ll kiss you here, my head between your legs, my tongue inside your pussy, and I’m going to make you come so hard...”
He stopped.
Her pussy on fire, she didn’t hesitate, whimpering, “Let’s start studying now, Professor.” He laughed, but she didn’t mind. She wanted that reward.
Chapter Seven
It was four in the morning, Kassia in his arms, having succumbed to a deep, exhausted sleep after coming three times in succession, when Alessandro’s phone played a tune that warned him of imminent danger. It was his security team’s ringtone, and only an emergency would have them calling him at this time of the day.
Careful not to wake her, Alessandro disentangled himself from Kassia before reaching for his phone on the desk. Answering the call, he asked abruptly, “Tell me the worst of it.”
His security head obliged with a concise report, and Alessandro mentally swore. It was another planned ambush against Domenico, and if he wanted to prevent it, he would have to leave now.
Perhaps he could tell Alejandro about it and let his twin fight the bastards. But then, Alejandro had his own troubles to deal with, especially if the rumors about the panther princess his twin was currently serving were true.
Maybe he should let it be, he thought broodingly. It wasn’t his fight anyway. But even as the thought occurred to him, Alessandro knew his honor wouldn’t allow him to simply do nothing.
If he turned his back on this, Alessandro was certain his brother would only allow himself to get beaten up. The thought was galling, even more so when he imagined weak, pretentious bullies of his race being able to truthfully claim that they had trashed the great Domenico Moretti to within an inch of his life.
No goddamn way.
Domenico might not give a damn about his pride or that of his pack, but Alessandro did.
In less than a minute, he was out of Kassia’s room, once again using her window to leave, and on his way to where the ambush was set to take place, an intersection far from the city, with only darkness and shadows as witnesses for what could be a bloody exchange.
Alessandro arrived just in time, his Lyccan senses allowing him to see everything even from afar. There were a dozen of them, and they smelled of cowardice and intoxication, a combination that Alessandro had always found repulsive. Even so, he didn’t let himself underestimate the threat they posed, having also smelled the weapons they had armed themselves with. Every one of them had guns, and each was loaded with silver-coated bullets.
Alessandro watched the group of Lyccans force Domenico’s limousine to a stop as they landed in front of the vehicle. The limousine’s wheels screeched as Domenico’s driver slammed on the brakes.
A second later, Domenico stepped out of the limousine alone. It was expected, and Alessandro knew his brother had ordered his chauffeur to stand down, a command that no Moretti soldier would be able to disobey without risking exile from the pack.
“What is your purpose for blocking our way?”
The other Lyccans laughed jeeringly at his brother’s polite tone, and one of them even mockingly imitated his tone. “Our purpose, Your Highness, is to rid the world of dogs like you.”
Domenico’s expression didn’t change, and neither did his tone. “I see.”
It angered the other Lyccan, who had obviously been hoping to see Domenico cower. He spat at Domenico. “Fucking dog.” When Domenico didn’t react, his fury turned into triumph, and Alessandro knew it was because the other Lyccan had realized all the rumors were true.
Domenico wasn’t going to fight.
The other Lyccan laughed. “Fucking wimp.” He spat at Domenico again.
Alessandro saw red.
Domenico might not be willing to fight, but he was.
The other Lyccan turned towards his companions. “Let’s teach this dog a lesson, boys.” None of them moved, fear flickering in their eyes, and he scowled. “What the hell? Didn’t you see? He’s nothing to be afraid of!”
He turned to face Domenico again, and that was when he saw Alessandro standing behind him.
Alessandro bared his teeth in a smile. “Perhaps this will make you feel fear.” He drove his fist into the bastard’s face, and at the sound of his cry of pain, pandemonium erupted, and the other Lyccans began firing at Alessandro and Domenico.
Either of them would be down for the count if any of the silver bullets hit them, but panic and fear made their opponents sloppy. In silent, mutual agreement, Alessandro and his brother worked in tandem, shifting into Lyccan form for added strength and speed. Twisting and leaping to avoid the rain of bullets, they loped towards the other Lyccans. They took the bastards down one by one, landing powerful kicks direct at the head to knock them unconscious with one blow.