Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
It’s seamless the way we come together.
“Oh, Professor Wolf…”
I take what I want and what she needs, and I don’t hold back. I give her everything I have. Sliding in and out of her, I relish in the ecstasy that is this woman.
“You feel so fucking good, so fucking tight, so fucking right.”
I never let up on thrusting into her, and when she comes, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt. It’s explosive and sends me spiraling in what can only be described as complete surrender.
She owns me.
As much as I hate to admit it.
To her.
To myself.
Mine.
“Yes… give it to me, Brooklyn…”
When she comes that time, she takes me with her, and I spray my seed deep inside her asshole, loving the fact. Once I’m done, I lay my forehead on the back of her neck.
She’s the first to break the silence. “Did I get that A plus, Professor Wolf?”
“Miss Chambers,” I inform, kissing her shoulder. “Yes, now what will you do for extra credit?”
She giggles, and it makes my dick harden again. Except this time, she playfully turns around and wraps her arms around my neck.
“I guess that depends on whether you can go another round, old man.”
“Is that any way to talk to your professor?”
“No.” She kisses my lips. “It’s the way I talk to my fiancé.”
CHAPTER 16
Brooklyn
Day in and day out, I convince myself I don’t care what anyone says or thinks about our relationship. Another two weeks have flown by, and the charity event Ronan wanted me to grab gowns for has arrived. Suddenly, I care again.
Technically, I have to care because they have to believe the lie. But whatever it is that we have right now is good enough for me, and I don’t want anyone else’s opinion. Except for tonight. I have to care about what they think tonight. Taking a steadying breath, I smooth out my dress and slip in my new diamond earrings.
Both of which are gifts from Ronan. He spoils me, and I freaking love it.
I thought I would grab something from my closet, but Ronan surprised me with a red gown instead. It has a low v in the front that’s trimmed with lace and a high slit on the right side of the floor-length gown. Every time I take a step, you can see my silky skin peeking through.
It’s sexy as all hell and slightly inappropriate, but I’m assuming that’s the point. He wants us to make an entrance, and I have no problem being his arm candy for the event to shut everyone up and stop the endless rumors circulating about us.
I swear I hear a new one every day, but the one that hurts the most is when they call me a gold digger and say I’m only after Professor Wolf’s money. Exactly like my mother. It’s hard to deny it, given I have nothing now, thanks to my father. But they don’t know that. I hate that people think I’m like her when it’s the furthest thing from the truth. I’ve spent my entire life trying not to be anything like her.
I’ve wanted to have my own identity away from my parents for as long as I can remember, which makes absolutely no sense whatsoever, considering I was dependent on my father up until a few weeks ago. Nothing of what I thought my life would turn into has happened yet. Now I’m fake engaged to a man who is starting to feel like home to me.
Little by little, I’m getting more and more used to Ronan taking care of me, and in the back of my head, I know I shouldn’t. Not just because it’s going to end but because I could stand on my own for the first time in my life if I wanted to. The thought of that, though, compared to the thought of being with him… it keeps me up at night.
However, it’s more than that. I’m starting to fall for him in ways that didn’t seem possible. There’s always been a connection between us, whether or not I wanted there to be. There was no avoiding it.
“Are you alright?” he asks, sipping champagne in the limo on our way to the event. I toy with the matching red silk tie that I bought him when he showed me the dress last week. Gifts are my love language… even if I’m gifting him trinkets and clothes with his own damn money. He doesn’t mind. In fact, I think he enjoys that I do it.
“Yes, I’m fine.” I lie, fully aware he’ll call me out on it.
He proves me right, stating, “Bullshit. Now tell me the truth this time.”
I drop his tie and look down at the bubbles in the flute in my hand. “There’s nothing to tell, Ronan.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “You look beautiful. Gorgeous, in fact. It’s taking everything inside me right now not to close the divider and fuck you senseless until my cum drips out of your cunt as you step out of the limo into the event.”