Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“Oh God,” she whispered breathlessly, one hand touching her lips and those big blue eyes wide as she just stared at me. “Oh my God, you’re—”
“Are you okay?” I growled, stooping low to look her in the eye. Shit, she was so much smaller than me, and as I leaned into her, I got a whiff of that damn shampoo or pheromones again — whatever it was turning me to fucking putty right there.
…And I was hooked.
“What?” she breathed. Her eyes slowly went wide with recognition as she looked into mine under the brim of my hat. “Oh my God, you’re—”
“Are you alright?” I growled deeply, gently reaching up and pulling her hand away from her cheek. The fucker had left a red mark, that was for sure, but she didn’t look too bad.
Her soft tongue darted out, wetting her lips as she swallowed thickly and nodded, her big blue eyes still glued to me in shock.
“Yes,” she said softly, her voice so achingly sweet.
“Hey, asshole!” The douchebag was standing behind me. “Get your fucking hands off my girl—”
I whirled, wordless and seeing red as I slammed him back into the brick wall behind him and sunk my fist into his stomach. He groaned pitifully, doubling over around my fist as I leaned in close to his ear, making sure he couldn’t see my face.
“If I ever see you again,” my voice rasped out, full of venom and fire. “You’d be wise to run the other direction.”
“Fuck—”
I punched him in the gut again, shutting him the fuck up.
“And if I hear about you laying a hand on a woman again?” I ground my teeth. “Then you might want to leave the country, because I will bury you.”
He trembled, nodding his head quickly.
“Good. I’m glad we understand each other.”
I whirled away, pulling the mask that I’d let drop around my neck up, hiding my face. I moved right towards her, grabbing her hand and holding on tight as I started to pull her after me.
Bad idea. What the fuck are you doing? BAD idea!
But I wasn’t listening to the rational voice inside, I was listening to the blood roaring through my veins. I was listening to the way her hand in mine sent a jolt of something so real and so wrong right through me, making my heart swell in my chest and my cock throb between my thighs. Stopping an assault was one thing, but hitting a student was another thing entirely.
Oh, right, and fucking one in a bar bathroom, and making her come on my cock, and then filling her sweet young pussy with every single drop of my seed? Yeah, we can go ahead and file that one under bad idea. But when that student was my student, and fucking beautiful, and nineteen years old, and entirely responsible for the thick erection pulsing in my jeans as I pulled her towards my car?
Yeah, that was another thing entirely. That’s was what you’d call a nuclear level bad fucking idea.
But I didn’t care. I couldn’t care — not about the ethics, or the morals, or anything. Because once her hand was in mine, and once I felt those small fingers lace into mine and felt the thud of heat roar through me, nothing else mattered.
“Where are we going?” she gasped quietly as I opened the side door and helped her in. I leaned over her, buckling her seatbelt as she blinked, still in shock as she looked into my eyes.
“Home, Cora,” I growled quietly. “I’m taking you home.”
3
Cora
Every part of me tingled and buzzed as the car roared away from the bar. I swallowed thickly, a million questions tumbling through my head but not a single word coming to my lips. My eyes darted around the car, to the road, to my knees, to his face — briefly — before I looked away. It felt like I’d just taken a quad-shot of espresso or something, the way my whole body buzzed restlessly and antsy.
I turned to him silently, trembling as he turned — those sharp blue eyes of his blazing right into me in the darkness of the car.
I slept with my professor.
No, “slept with” was putting it mildly. I’d flat out thrown myself at the man, let him pull me into a bar bathroom, and had the single hottest sex experience of my life as he fucked me against the door.
My lip caught between my teeth, and I tried to swallow back the heat from my face as his fierce gaze burned into me.
“Are you okay? Besides that asshole hitting you?”
I nodded quietly. “Yeah, I— I think so.” I glanced down at my fingers, twisting anxiously in my lap. “Thank you, Profess—”
“Stop, no,” he growled, his hands tightening on the wheel of the car and his eyes blazing as they stared at the road. He shook his head, his brow furrowing. “Don’t…” He sighed, his jaw clenching. “Don’t call me that. Not after…” His brow tightened. “Just call me Nolan.”