Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
The students lean in, their faces shifting from fear to focus.
Ivy jerks the wrist again, showing another angle of attack, and Camille’s knees buckle. Ivy keeps her upright by the hair and twisted wrist, staying loose and balanced while she explains the follow-through in a level voice.
My cock strains against my zipper because my girl is fucking beautiful. I adjust myself in full view, and I don’t give a fuck who notices. They’ve watched me do worse.
Ivy’s green eyes flick to mine for half a second, the corner of her mouth lifting.
“Again,” she tells the students, and releases Camille’s wrist just long enough to reset the demonstration.
The freckled blonde in the second row raises her hand, her stance perfect and her face blank. When she speaks, her voice stays steady enough to creep me the fuck out. She’s gonna be a weapon.
“Mama V, could you demonstrate on him too?” She tips her chin toward me.
Every student turns toward me.
Motherfucker. She sure did learn from the best.
I should decline. I’ve got a brand deal meeting in three hours, a video conference with the Monét council in five, and a body that’s still healing from her fucking me to sleep every day of the week.
The blonde’s mouth curves slightly. Every student waits for my answer. They want to see us both in action.
Ivy’s smirk widens, and my lip twitches.
Sinead comes down the steps and stops beside me. “I’ll stock up on Band-Aids.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
I bite back a grin. Sinead laughs as they disappear through the archway.
Cracking my neck, I head toward the center of the formation. Crushed stone gives way to padded training surface beneath my boots.
Ivy releases Camille’s wrist and squats in front of her, letting the leash fall slack between them. She keeps her back straight and her weight on the balls of her feet, lowering her voice.
“Do you understand why you’re here?”
Camille’s throat bobs. “Yes.”
Ivy pats her cheek. “Good pet.”
I grab my shirt by the back of the collar and pull it over my head in one motion, letting it fall onto the stone border around the mats. The mountain air hits my bare chest, cool against the heat under my skin.
Ivy’s eyes move over me before she stands and turns to face me. She rolls her shoulders and drops into a ready stance.
“Well, come on then, Ice Butcher.” She flashes a grin. “Let’s play.”