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)
She did so, but the fiery glint in her eyes told him she wasn’t happy about it.
Ah, fuck.
Her defiance would be the death of him, the way it had his cock ruling his mind. Right now, all he could think of was fucking her, but of course he couldn’t, and it wasn’t just because it wasn’t the right time or place.
She wasn’t ready yet, and until she was, his honor forbade him from doing anything.
“Forget about that twit.”
Her eyes widened, as if she couldn’t believe he had used the word to describe the other girl.
It almost made Alessandro shake his head. Foolish little chick. Did she really think he could be so easily swayed by a girl opening her legs for him? Thousands had done more to seduce him, and he had never been tempted by any of them.
“Forget about all the other girls,” he continued. “I don’t and will never find them desirable.” He looked straight into her eyes. “You’re the only one I want to fuck.”
She gasped, her lips parting in silent surprise. A moment later, and her shock turned into delirious joy.
Silly little chick, he thought. She was so damnably easy to distract, and it was a quality he strangely found endearing.
Kassia was gazing at him dreamily now. “You really mean it?”
He said right away, “Of course, darling.” He stroked her cheek. “And I will fuck you. Hard. Harder than you’ve ever dreamt of me fucking you.” Her heartbeat started to race at his words, his acute hearing picking up on it. “I’ll fuck you in every way you want me to and more. I’ll fuck you the entire night and the day after that.” She was wetting her lip now, her eyes cloudy with arousal, and goddammit, but it made him want to laugh and fuck her at the same time.
“By the time we end, you won’t be able to think of anything but my cock.”
“Your cock,” she echoed dreamily, her body swaying towards him now. “Your twelve-inch cock.”
Alessandro almost smiled. “Yes,” he purred at her. “All twelve inches would be yours...”
Her body swayed closer to his.
He let the penny drop. “But only if you pass.”
She froze.
His smile turned into a smirk, and his voice was silky when he asked, “Surely you have not forgotten about our bargain, Ms. Summers?”
She only blinked at him.
His gaze narrowed. There was something about that look in her eyes...
“Kassia...”
“Umm...”
“Don’t you fucking tell me you’re really in danger of failing those two subjects?”
She stepped back from him. “Well...”
Alessandro was exasperated. “Do you want me to fuck you or not?” And was he seriously asking that question?
Kassia was nodding vehemently. “I do, Professor. I still want to fuck you.”
The earnest response made him want to groan. Goddammit, how could this girl be so innocent and seductive at the same time? Looking back at her, he saw the way she was tugging the tips of her strawberry blonde locks and knew the worst was far from over. “Spill it,” he said grimly.
She tried to prevaricate, asking, “Spill what?”
“Kassia...”
His warning tone made her gulp. “Well, the thing is, I really tried to study last night, but all I could think about was...umm, never mind about what I was thinking.”
But her blushes spoke for her, and he knew exactly what she had been thinking.
“Anyway, I was thinking, the only way I can pass now is if...” She took a deep breath. “Could I drop by your place, Professor, and have you tutor me privately?”
Chapter Three
Hours later, Kassia was sliding into the passenger seat of the professor’s sports car. He closed the door after her, and when he joined her inside she said nervously, “You have a beautiful car, Professor.” It was such a lame thing to say, especially since she didn’t actually know what kind of car the professor’s was. But she said it anyway, just to give her something else to hear besides the loud erratic sound of her heartbeat.
As the professor started the car and drove out of the school’s parking lot, Kassia found herself babbling even more.
“Thank you for agreeing to tutor me.”
Crickets.
“I hope I won’t be a bother to anyone. I mean, if you’re living with anyone in your place.”
Still crickets.
“And, umm, you don’t have to worry about where I should sleep or anything. I’m not picky, and I’m used to roughing it since my grandparents and I love to go camping every spring break.”
More crickets.
“I think I should sing a song,” Kassia blurted out. Anything was better than this too-awkward silence, she told herself. Anything. And so she opened her mouth and started to sing. A country song, of course, because she was proud of her roots.
Alessandro almost gaped at his passenger as the most god-awful sound on earth filled his car. What. The. Fuck? Who would ever have thought that someone as angelic-looking as Kassia would have a voice like, well, a squealing pig?