Or maybe feel how he felt when he was pounding her. Have the same expression, make the same noises?—
Fuck, I’m going to come just thinking about it, and I shouldn’t be this fucking excited.
It’s not part of my grand plan—the same plan Cy calls stupid, but he’s an anti-fan, so his opinion means jack shit.
As I kiss Danika, I’m transported to four years ago, to the uncertainty and the pounding heart, to trembling lips and rattled insides when I kissed Vaughn.
It was a curiosity, a need, an innocent, albeit impulsive, action to test out why the fuck I couldn’t stop my racing heartbeat around Vaughn.
The moment I kissed him, I couldn’t deny how good it felt, how much I wanted to keep doing it, how hard it hit to just have my lips on his.
But then it became the worst decision of my life.
Vaughn Morozov gave me my bi-awakening, but it came at a calamitous price.
Because I started obsessing, even after he abandoned me, and I’mreallynot good with obsessions.
He consumed my heart, body, and soul.
I used all resources available to find him, call him, get in touch with him, and even traveled hundreds of miles to see him, but all I got in return was a gash in the chest and a fuck ton of regrets.
See, I thought I could let go.
And I did, because my young, immature obsession with Vaughn exacted more than I could handle.
But somewhere in the back of my head, I was waiting for him to join his friends at The King’s U so that I could get closure once and for all.
I was itching for a battle.
A gloves-off type of battle.
But he continued to evade me.
Cy said it shouldn’t matter if I’d already let him go.
But you know, it’s not fair that he still has his perfect life. So here I am, ruining everything just like he did back then by taking away the love of his life.
AndIam taking her away. Knowing his inflexible personality, Vaughn willnotwant to touch her again.
Not after I have.
Sooner or later, he’ll be right where I want him.
Under my fuckingshoe.
9
VAUGHN
Ihaven’t been able to sleep.
Or think properly.
Or evenbreathewithout the sensation of an oppressive object sitting on my chest.
Ever since that waste of space Yulian showed up out of nowhere inmyterritory, under my own nose, as if he has every right to, I’ve been on perpetual edge.
A pressure I haven’t felt for so long has been simmering, the tension coiling at the back of my skull.
