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Smack.
“Ouch!” She glared at the professor even as she touched her forehead.
He was unimpressed. They both knew that getting smacked by rolled-up paper wouldn’t cause her any pain.
“You said you didn’t want me to change,” she accused.
“Not that way.” And he smacked her again on the forehead with his paper scroll for being so stubborn. “I’d have eased up on you if I knew that you were truly struggling with your classes, but that’s not the case, is it?”
She thought about lying. But then the professor started slapping the paper scroll against his palm, and she changed her mind. “No, sir,” she grumbled instead.
He smirked.
She scowled. “I hate you.”
“Yes, yes, I’ve heard that before, and to be frank...”
Her breath caught at the way the professor looked at her under his lids.
“I’m addicted to the way youhateme, Ms. Summers.”
All sorts of memories seared her mind at his words, every one of them featuring her naked in his arms, and Kassia turned red at the innuendo. “Professor!”
Leaning forward, he nibbled on her lip, and her entire body quivered. But before she could fall against him, the professor was already pulling away. “Professor.” This time, she said it with longing.
He shook his head. “Another kiss will cost you.”
Her eyebrows shot up.
Taking her notebook from her desk, he handed it to Kassia, and at her wide-eyed look of confusion, he said silkily, “A kiss...for every correct answer.” His voice turned down a notch. “And if you geteverythingright, I’ll kiss you...”
Before she could even blink, the professor’s hand was suddenly cupping her sex, and the sudden, powerful heat of his touch made her brain go haywire.
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, pretentiousbullies 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.
