Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 170885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 170885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
After I dry my hands, I lift my shirt and stare at the dark-purple hickeys near my collarbone, shoulder, chest, but mostly surrounding my nipples.
A shiver goes through me and I run my fingers over them, hissing at the shadow of pain. I honestly never thought men could have sensitive nipples or, worse, in my case, that it would turn me on when Nikolai played with them.
He didn’t just leave hickeys. He brutalized my skin and created angry teeth marks on it.
Everywhere I touch, he’s there. Like a constant reminder of my fucked-up mental state.
Of how far I fell and how deeply I lost control.
My teammates didn’t see this because I made sure to shower after they left the changing room, pretending I had to do something first. They gave me grief about the hickey on my neck, saying that I had a wild one on my hands.
They meant Clara, of course, but she’s nowhere near wild.
The one who’s driving me fucking insane is none other than a man.
A rowdy, always shirtless, mountain of a man who looks at me like he wants to rip me apart.
I wonder how I look at him.
My gaze lands on my eyes in the mirror and I groan when I accidentally touch my nipple. It’s still sore and aching from his attention earlier, and no matter how much I try to erase that memory, it won’t go away.
I ghost my finger on the tight pebble and pinch it again, imagining it’s his teeth.
My dick twitches, straining against my trousers, and I bite down on my lower lip.
I’m wasted—or getting there. This doesn’t mean anything…
He looked displeased when I ran away earlier. But why? He couldn’t have possibly expected me to stay there for everyone to find us.
My phone vibrates and I freeze, then let my shirt down as I pull it out.
My heart gets stuck in the back of my throat when I see his name on my lock screen.
I should ignore it.
Nothing good comes from it when we interact.
I’m totally going to ignore it.
My thumb hesitates over the screen before I unlock it and open the text.
Nikolai
Good evening, lotus flower. Thought I’d start the text like that since you love being so proper.
I resist the urge to roll my eyes and wait for the next text to come. He always has a few of them.
After the night in the alley, not only did he go back to texting me, but he also resumed testing my patience every morning on my runs.
What used to be a sacred activity is now muddied by his endless questions and constant attempts to get close to me.
I skim over his last texts, trying not feel impatient about the dots that keep appearing and disappearing.
His texts are usually long-winded, and, for some reason, he likes to tell me stories about things that happen in the Heathens’ mansion as if they’re any of my business.
His texts can be so sporadic. For instance, yesterday, they were along the lines of:
Nikolai
Looking forward to tomorrow. Maybe this time I’ll get more than five sentences from you ;)
FYI. I’m so going to imagine your lips around my cock when I jerk off tonight.
You’re free to do the same, btw.
Please do. I’m getting hard just thinking about it.
Can’t help picturing you choking on my cock.
Fuck. Need to change the subject before I come in my pants.
So Jeremy woke up today and chose violence. Love that for us. Because you bet I was there with him every step of the way. Best friends and all that shit. We beat up these kids who thought they could mess with us and live to tell the story. It’s the fucking audacity for me. Want me to bring you some souvenirs in the form of their broken teeth? Probably not a good idea, right? Just checking. Anyway, can’t wait to see you in your tight shirt and shorts tomorrow. Running has never been so much fun.
A new text appears, and I check it with clammy fingers.
Nikolai
So I’m waiting.
Me
For what?
Don’t fuck with me. Did you lose the bimbo yet?
Swallowing is exceptionally difficult as I recall the very obvious breakup that happened earlier tonight. But if I tell Nikolai that, it’ll just go to his head, and we don’t want that.
Me
Whatever I do with my love life is none of your business.
Nikolai
I’m making it mine. I told you if you don’t get it done, I’ll do it for you.
I stare with wide eyes as he sends me a picture of a girl sitting beside him in a pub.
Clara.
She’s wearing the same dress from earlier and smiling in her drink.
Nikolai
Be at the below address in twenty minutes or I’ll send you a video of her riding my cock.
My ears heat and I struggle against the wave of nausea that shoots up my throat.