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“You didn’t wait so we could go back to campus together.” His low, rich voice vibrates through me as he falls in step beside me. “We never said we’d go back together.” “Why else would I ask you what you were doing?” “I don’t know. Making conversation?” “I don’t talk without purpose.”
That look in his eyes is downright demented. Is he supposed to be thrilled at the prospect of frightening someone? “Don’t ask Bran or anyone else to be your fake boyfriend,” he repeats, with an edge this time. “And if I refuse to follow your demands, which are super illogical, by the way?” He steps closer until his chest nearly brushes against mine and grabs my jaw with his thumb and forefinger, imprisoning me in place. “Then you’ll be acquainted with the pain you’re so scared of.”
Cecily is one of the purest souls to ever exist with enough heart to fit the globe. When we were young, she defended me every time someone made fun of me. Not that I cared, but I won’t forget how she told me ‘I’ll protect you, Creigh. That’s what friends are for.’ I tried to protect her, too, from the monster on my right, to no avail.
They’re so innocent, so full of life, and it shouldn’t be right that I want to fill them with tears. Pleasure tears. Fear tears. I don’t give a fuck at this point.
“From now on, when I tell you to do something, you do it.” Slap. “If I warn you, you don’t ignore me.” Slap. “You’ll listen to fucking orders.” Slap. “You will obey me.” Slap.
Holy. Shit. Who thought the quiet Creighton had such a dirty mouth? It’s almost like I’m meeting another version of him. One whose every secret I want to unwrap and flounder in every splash of its darkness.
outlet. I’m simply not going to feel bad about that. This isn’t the first time I’ve been in Creigh’s Range Rover. He used to drive a Porsche, but a week ago, I complained that it was too small when he told me to sit on his lap, so he changed it two days later. When I asked him if he had anything to tell me, like maybe he did it for me, the heartless idiot only said, “It’s nothing. This is an old gift from my favorite grandfather, Agnus.”
“I’m not uncomfortable when I’m with you, little purple.” I don’t see her reaction to my words, but I feel it in the way she
presses tighter into my side, wraps her arm around my middle, and even leans into my touch.
With each thrust, a burst of pleasure washes over me. His hands grab my hips so possessively, so intensely, as I bounce off his cock and hit my head on the roof of the car. He slows down when he notices. “Fuck, you make me an animal. Are you hurt?” “No. Don’t stop…” I murmur. That’s all the invitation he needs as he drives inside me with progressive intensity.
“You can’t just call me that in public. Now I want to kiss you.” “And why can’t you?” He tugs on my hand that’s in his, pulling me flush against his chest, and then his lips find mine.
don’t know Jeremy Volkov except for when I saved him from that fire, and only because his sister was ready to die for him. Obviously, that shit wasn’t going to happen on my watch. Before that, Jeremy and I had only crossed paths at the fight club, but not against each other.
Her beauty and even her purply, violet-scented presence. I have no clue when it started, but at some point, I wanted to confiscate everything about her and keep it to myself.
dark ball jumps onto my chest and I sigh as Tiger decorates my T-shirt with his hair. This cat is another reminder of Annika. Of her sweet smiles when she sees him and the baby voice she uses to talk to him.
Adrian has always been methodical and solution-oriented, so he doesn’t care much about feelings, but I do. And I know, I just know that we might have accidentally killed a part of Anni that we’ll never be able to get back.
“Lotus flower…? What are you doing here?” His voice is craggy, a bit slurred, barely understandable. Bran reluctantly releases his hair. Then he pulls out a knife from his waistband and starts cutting at Nikolai’s bindings. “You’re the one who came into my house. You just couldn’t stay away?” A lopsided grin lifts Nikolai’s lips. “How else would I see you so adorably worried about me?” “I am not worried about you and don’t fucking call me adorable again.” “Wow. The posh boy can curse.” “Shut it or I’ll leave you to my brother’s and cousins’ nonexistent mercy.”
My knife presses closer to Jeremy’s neck. He attempts to kick me but misses when I tighten my grip. “Anoushka will hate you,” he murmurs. “Not more than I already hate her.” And myself for allowing her to have this hold on me. I hate her for coming into my life, destroying my plans, and somehow still tugging at a strange part of me.
“I told you not to make me choose,” she says in a brittle voice as she reaches underneath her hoodie and brings out a gun, then points it at me. Her whole body trembles, except for her arm that holds the weapon.
head to the side, narrowing his eyes on me. “Did you really shoot Creighton?” My murmurs come to a halt and I stare, dumbfounded. Could Killian also have been in my nightmare? “How did you know so fast?” Jeremy asks. “Glyndon just called me, crying because her cousin is about to die. I don’t really appreciate it when someone makes my little rabbit cry, Annika.”
doomsday
If I’m trying to practice ballet to keep in shape, he sits across from me, watching my every move like a hawk. Then he tears at my tights and mounts me on the floor. That one ends up being the most animalistic, with my cute purple tulle shredded and scattered on the floor.
yourself?” “Why shouldn’t I?” “Gee, I don’t know. Because you kidnapped me?” “You like it here.” “I do, but I don’t want to be trapped in this place for the rest of my life.” “It’s better than being surrounded by the outside world.”
My words die in my throat when he grabs me by the wrist and forces me to sit down. This time on one of his thighs so that I’m practically riding it. Heat blossoms where my panties meet his jeans and spreads all over my skin. His slightly stubbled chin rubs against my cheek as he whispers in dark words, “I said, sit down and eat.”
“But you don’t dance.” “I do with you.” “I don’t like the rain.” “You do for me.” This time when I nod at my extended hand, she takes it.
When she looks at me like she never wants to leave. “Adrian…” she breathes out. “What is it?” “I didn’t get my welcome home kiss. Have you forgotten about me now that Annika and the little shit are here, wife?” “I wouldn’t dare.” Her voice lowers as she pulls me down by the lapel of my jacket, gets on her tiptoes, and brushes her lips against mine.
