The Werewolf Prince and I by Marian Tee Read Free Book Online Page A

minutes, I’m walked out of his office, escorted by his secretary all the way to the lobby, and bundled into his limousine past gawking eyes of the other employees. I’m so stunned I only manage one quick, panicky look at the 19th floor windows of Moretti Inc. before the chauffeur slams the door shut.
    What did I do? Has he changed his mind? Worse – have I turned him off?
    On and on the questions circle around my mind, but I’m unable to answer them. I suppose my life is back to being safe and boring. God has answered my prayers – again.
    Oh, God. Why do you listen to me at the worst possible moments?
    I bite my lip, knowing I’m being unfair. I am such a fracking whiner it’s embarrassing.
    I didn’t even get to call him Domenico. The thought depresses me even more, and I bend my head down, covering my mouth so that Mr. Moretti’s driver doesn’t hear me crying.
     
    Domenico waited patiently, the shadows serving as his cloak once more.It was but a matter of time until Misty would come out of her house for a rare jog. From the report, he had learned that she used jogging to clear her mind, and he himself had given her a lot to think about.
    He had to admit that Misty had given him a lot to think about, too. Her condition had surprised him. He had already foreseen her dismissal of his wealth – which was impressive albeit impractical – but he had still expected a request that was material in nature. Scholarship for her siblings, a donation to her favorite charity – he had expected everything but what Misty asked in the end.
    Make out with her in public? Every day? Was his chosen bride an exhibitionist at heart?
    It was an exquisite thought.
    Domenico’s smile glinted in the darkness when he remembered the look of shock and confusion on her face when he so unexpectedly sent her home. But he could not help it. In the regretfully short time he had spent alone with Misty, two things had become irrefutably clear.
    First, she was a joy to play with.
    Second, he actually had fun playing with her.
    Fun was a word he had deliberately made himself forget, yet somehow she had gotten under his skin without him knowing it, made Domenico have fun even though he had sworn so many years ago never to experience that traitorous aspect of life ever again.
    Fun.
    He supposed he could live with it again – especially if it meant he would be able to play with her constantly. Domenico knew it was cruel of him to tease her unmercifully. He was aware of how absurdly abundant Misty’s insecurities were but he couldn’t help it. He would make it up to her, Domenico told himself. But for now ---
    He allowed himself another smile.
    She was a delight to toy with, and surely she would be more so when they finally had the chance to play the same games in bed. Or anywhere else he would feel the urge to undress Misty’s lovely body, drown himself in her shy but addictive kisses, fondle her wondrously generous breasts, and sink his cock in her heat.
    He savored the thought, getting hard just by imagining the moans and whimpers that would come out of her lovely mouth as she pleaded more from his cock. He wondered how it would be to have his cock inside that mouth. He imagined Misty’s tiny pink tongue swirling around the head with an inexperience that would be a sensual torture in itself. Then he would sink his fingers in her hair, pulling her head closer so she would learn to take more of him in---
    Shit.
    Domenico changed, using the lightning-quick transformation to kill his erection. Now was no time to let his cock rule his brain, not when danger lurked so close.
    Chapter Four
     
    Red-eyed and sniffing, I mumble my thanks to Domenico Moretti’s chauffeur as I step out of the limousine. The twins are at the sidewalk, curiosity written all over their faces.
    “Are you crying?” Kelly gasps, looking down at me in horror because she’s my sister and she’s also a couple of inches taller than me. 
    “Sweet ride,” Kevin says at the