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On My Professor's Bed (Xee Write) novel Chapter 40

Dangerous affairs with my professor.

Chapter 38.

Author’s Pov.

Dante stood at the front of the window, his phone to his ear as he took in every word Antonio said to him.

“I really think there is a problem right now boss.

“Spill.” Dante sighed, staring coldly at the city with knitted brows.

“I saw Lucas picking that lady Miss Elena moves with every day, and Miss Elena didn't seem to be happy when she stepped into the car. I tried to question her but I didn't want to bore her.” he gave all his details and Dante sighed.

“Emphasis on the Lucas and Mira issues.”

“Yes, boss. After that day at the mall, I noticed that Lucas and Mira had spent quality time together after bumping into each other. I am not keeping a proper record of their movement together since you didn't ask for it.

“Fare enough. Hire three men and give them Elena’s pictures while you drive her around for now, have them watch over her secretly, a single scratch on her and you will be as good as dead.”

“Very much understood boss.”

“And yes, investigate properly why Lucas was after me the last day.”

“He might just need information for his bloody brother. But I will do that right away sir.”

“Good.”

Dante dropped the call and sighed. He reached for his glass cup and took a sip from the wine. He was beginning to rethink his actions. Being out of the mafia game for 10 years now has not been a burden to him, but now that he can't stand seeing Elena being hurt he can barely keep track.

He picked his tab from the table and watched Elena’s movement. She had been standing outside his room for over 40 minutes now, fidgeting and feasting on her nails.

Dante scoffed and walked over to the door and pulled it open.

Elena froze and her throat suddenly went dry, she gulped down the saliva in her mouth just to moisten her throat.

“Are you going to stand there looking all flushed.” his voice was chilled yet it still sent fear surging into her.

She walked in and Dante shut the door behind himself.

Elena stood in the middle of the room, acting like it was her first time in the room.

Dante stared at her and scoffed, he picked up his cup of wine from the window side and took a sit on the bed, staring at her while taking a few gulps.

Seeing her act his way, made him want to laugh his stomach out.

“What's the act for Sunshine?”

“Sunshine?” she batted her lashes and he dropped his cup on the stool next to the bed.

He moved out of the bed and his hand gripped her wrist, he swung her over and made her sit on the bed, her back to his chest, while her ass sat softly on his cock, and his hand wrapped around her body, his palm cupping her boobs from her clothes.

“Are you not my Sunshine?”

“I. I. I am.”

“So why were you acting like you haven't been screaming my name and calling me daddy with your legs parted while I fuck you hard?” he asked in a low whisper kissing gently on her neck.

Elena's breath hitched as she felt the impact of his kiss sending pleasure into her body and making her pussy tingle.

“You. You were so stern out there. I thought everything was because Nanny Teresa was away.

Dante’s brows knitted and he frowned, he swung her over to stare at him.

His hand cupped her cheeks and he stared at her passionately.

“Look here Sunshine. Look into my eyes.” he urged and the domination in his voice compelled her too.

“Where did those nasty thoughts come from Lina? I am not any of that Lina. You are my sunshine. Where do you get the thoughts that all of this is temporarily from? I own this body, and I will make you feel good every fucking time, Nanny Teresa has no say about what I want, she wants only what I want, understood?”

“You won't stop doing this with me?” she asked one more time seeking for that reassurance and he pulled her head closer dropping a kiss on her forehead.

“I can't stop doing this with you sunshine. You are the only thing that makes sense to me right now.”

Elena felt that word hit her deeply. She made sense to him. Only her made sense to him. It made her feel safe and special. Her hands reached out to his face and her shaky hands managed to cup his cheeks, she glared into his eyes like she was searching for something.

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