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A little deeper.

A little harder.

“Fuck,” I rasp, getting lost in the feel of her. “You look so beautiful with my cock in your ass.”

Her body relaxes as it gets used to my size. Once her body is ready, I thrust in and out of her at a more rigorous pace.

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.”

CHAPTER16

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.

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