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I’ve just never been good with choices. Don’t appreciate them. Don’t care for them. Would rather not be presented with one.
“Bossy. I like it. But you know what I like more? Your posh little accent. Question. Does it sound the same when you say crude things?”
“Anyone ever tell you how fucking hot you feel when struggling for control? I could swallow you alive and leave no crumbs.”
“Stay fucking still unless you’re in the mood to take care of the boner you’re giving me.”
Kolya has become the sluttiest, most adventurous cock anyone would ever meet. He’s resourceful, to put it mildly, and a flat-out whore if we’re being fucking blunt.
On a scale of straighter-than-straight Jer to fluid-as-lube Kill to confused-as-shit Gareth, I wonder where Brandon King falls. Not that I’m tempted to find out. That would be crazy. * * * Just kidding. I am crazy.
Women are soft and pliant and should be worshipped. Men are to be used. Who am I kidding? Both are to be used.
“You’re a fucking nightmare,” he mutters, his throat working beneath my fingers. “Your nightmare.” “I hate you.” “I don’t.” “You’re fucking crazy.” “About you,” I whisper against his lips and claim them with a guttural moan.
This was supposed to be a little game, but I don’t think I’m playing anymore. The worst part is that I feel like I’m already losing.
I slam my lips to his, taking what’s mine. Because he is fucking mine. It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t know it yet and would probably deny it till kingdom come. It doesn’t matter that he’s a fucking asshole. He’s my asshole. Literally.
“That’s it, baby. Eyes on me as I choke on your cock.”
“Don’t run away from me again. If you do, I’ll flip the world upside down to find you. You’re mine now, baby.”
Why would he be happy with me when I can’t stand myself most of the time?
Society’s perception of normal is a learned concept.
I can take anything as long as I have him. Because Nikolai is the only one who kisses the pain out of me, even if temporarily.
How can a man be so fucking beautiful? The urge to kidnap him and keep him all to myself beats like a need beneath my skin. I’ve given up thinking this is only a phase that will go away or that there will be a day when I’ll see Bran and not have this queasy feeling in my chest. I’m so screwed.
“Tell me something in Russian.” I cup his chin and stare deep into those eyes that have become my undoing as I say the words Grandpa said Russians take seriously and literally. “Ya nee ma goo bees tee byah zhit.”
“I can’t live without you”
“Tell me something you noticed about me no one else knows.” “Hmm. You have eleven moles on your body.” “Okay…” “I’m not done. You have two hundred seventeen lashes on your right eye and two hundred twelve lashes on your left one.” His lips part. “You…counted them?” “Almost every night since you stayed over. That’s last night’s count. Might change today. You tend to lose some on your left eye.” “But why would you count my lashes?” “I love them. They’re dark and long and so fucking pretty when you’re sleeping. Besides, no one but me can count them, so that’s a huge bonus.” He chuckles softly,
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Sobbing, dying, goddamn swooooooooon
The other day, I ran into Simon at one of the coffee shops and he started being touchy as usual before I pushed him away. Turns out, Bran saw it and sent me this gem of a text. You better remember who the fuck you belong to, Nikolai. Did I print that text and frame it? Possibly.
Also, I could never pretend you don’t exist, motherfucker. You’re everywhere like goddamn air.”
“Good to know. Is he Jayden Clifford?” “No, Adler.” “Jayden Adler. DC. Cool.” Jesus fucking Christ. He sounds like a damn mafioso who’s collecting information about a potential target.
Because he basically is 😂
“Absolutely, and, baby?” He kisses the top of my head and his next words nearly give me a heart attack. “Even if you hate yourself, I’ll love you for the both of us.”
“How could you?” He strides toward me, his voice vibrating with fear instead of anger. “How could you try to leave me? Don’t you know I can’t live without you anymore?”
“The rest of our lives, huh, baby?” He nods, lips curling into the most gorgeous smile. “The rest of our lives, baby.”
