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To the ones who scream in silence
The reason I’m here is sorely due to my sense of responsibility that I’ve carried like excess baggage since I started learning what life is all about.
I lift my hand, about to pull at my skull. Sometimes, I wish I could smash it against the nearest wall and watch as everything spills and shatters. Once and for fucking all.
It’s called the Elites and is led by none other than my headache of a twin brother, Landon.
yellow mask is taller and buffer, and he reeks of hostility, even from this distance.
He stands out because he’s the only one without a weapon, but he still emanates a nefarious energy.
He’s too
narcissistic for that.
Yellow Mask can only be Nikolai Sokolov. Another Russian mafia prince, Killian and Gareth’s cousin,
and the craziest twat who ever walked the earth.
So close that my nostrils fill with the metallic stench of blood and the smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and a hint of mint and bergamot.
“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?”
“He just wouldn’t stop running, you know, and has a temper. Threw a whole fucking branch at my face and nearly knocked me out. Gotta love the motherfucking feisty ones.
“Anyone ever tell you how fucking hot you feel when struggling for control? I could swallow you alive and leave no crumbs.”
Kolya Jr. has been an adventurous whore since he got his first boner at the fresh age of five.
“Look! I have a gun!”
And no, Grandpa doesn’t know I actually call my dick Kolya or I’d need to revoke my Russian card. And that’s no fun. I breathe vodka.
So imagine my goddamn bafflement when he woke up today and chose the silent treatment.
Not sure you’re supposed to chew on it, but I couldn’t be bothered and gave him vodka to help…uh…with digestion and shit.
might have to do with Kolya’s extravagant magic cross piercing that many swear made them see heaven.
Also, it might have to do with how unbothered I am by any request. Once, a girl was like, “Choke me, Daddy,” and I nearly killed her. In my defense, she didn’t specify how hard I should choke her, so I went with the flow—the flow being maximum violence. Another guy sent me a text saying, “Are you looking for a doormat? Because you can step on me any day and I’d bend over and take it.” So I did just that and stepped on him. What?
He asked for it and, I kid you not, he jizzed all over my room. Then he did bend over and took it.
I had three sexy-as-fuck people at my disposal and Kolya was playing hard to get like a virgin motherfucker. Which he’s not.
In fact, I wasn’t even motivated to release Kolya from his least favorite confinement—my pants.
Or I think he did. Because that’s the point where I fell asleep. At the bottom of the stairs.
Now that I think about it, when I was falling asleep, I wasn’t seeing the hot threesome, but the up and down of a gorgeous Adam’s apple as he flinched, jerked, and swallowed thickly. Fuck me sideways. Kolya is definitely hard and in the mood now. Maybe if I get him the same flavor as the three from last night…
He flops down so fast, I curse his goddamned maker. It’s me. I’m the maker.
“Fuck you right the fuck off, motherfuck...
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Fuck him and his back off and stop touching me. I’m straight. Like fuck he is.
He nearly bounced on my cock and he sat there so prettily while I was nursing an erection of epic proportions
for a whole five ...
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I admit that I lost concentration because he looked so fucking agitated at the prospect of Landon being beaten to death, and I also admit Kolya appreciated the view. He’s hot. And it’s different on him than his show-off, in-your-face brother.
Slick brown hair, groomed face, tall and slim frame, but muscled. Yup, don’t let those preppy clothes fool you. Asshole has abs. All six of them. I counted them yesterday since I had nothing else to do with my hands. I would’ve preferred to let my hand go down a more fun path, but I doubt grouchy Brandon would’ve been thrilled.
“Fuck you, you fucking fuck. You need help.”
“You got a boner for Jeremy?” Kill asks from the side like a witch that will be burned in hell while Satan cackles manically.
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.
Kolya, the traitorous bitch who’d deserve castration if I wasn’t a major sexual being, still twitches at those memories.
Fuck it.
My favorite thing
I pluck one of his AirPods out and whisper into his ear, “Long time no see. Miss me?”
Again and again and fucking again until I can crawl back to my studio, stare at my soul in the form of a blank canvas, then shower longer than necessary. I scrub myself clean, turning my skin as red as a tomato, and that’s
the only way I can tune out for the day.
Or, hold on! I actually found you a perfect nickname. Lotus flower. You know, because you managed to bloom so beautifully while surrounded by the muddy swamp that is Landon. Isn’t that so fucking poetic?”
“Fuck. I love the way you say my name. Though everything sounds amazing in that hot accent.”
“Don’t run away from me, lotus flower. This is the second time you’ve done it, the third if we count the initiation. I’m kinda hurt.”
“Mmm. More. Give me fucking more,” he
You’re playing a bit hard to get, Prince Charming,
“Whatever crawled up your ass better crawl right the fuck out,” he barks, all humor gone. “Call me disgusting again and I’ll pummel you against the nearest tree, then hang you by the balls so that everyone sees who’s the disgusting one. Got it?”
In fact, they were infinitely more than good. Fucking hot is the word I’m looking for.
I have all the time in the world now that Kolya is going through a fucking abstinence period.
