My eyes widen, my fingers trembling uncontrollably around his throat as he brushes his mouth on mine, sloppily, deliberately, his tongue peeking out to lick my lower lip before he bites down. His hand finds my hair, and he grabs a handful, pulling me toward him.
I realize I’m not breathing as pain explodes on the soft cushion he sinks his teeth into. A metallic taste fills my mouth as liquid heat rushes down my spine, expanding through my chest and down…down…
Fuck no.
I pull myself away from him, clutching his throat and forcing him to free my hair.
Yulian’s tongue peeks out and he licks the blood on his lips—my blood—his eyes droopy as he hums. “You still taste divine.”
His eyes drift shut, and I repeat the same thing I did four years ago.
Irun away.
12
YULIAN
It’s been less than two weeks.
Thirteen days, eight hours, and five minutes, to be exact.
What? It’s not my fault I can’t stop counting. Take it up with my brain.
Reality is, it’s been such a long time since I had that super realistic dream of me devouring Vaughn’s lips.
Now, listen up, I know it’s not healthy or normal that I was practically dreaming about the same man I intend to break to pieces, but fuck me if my dick understands the logic.
He doesn’t, just for the record, because I woke up with the most massive erection known to man, and when I wrapped my hand around my cock and closed my eyes, all I could picture were Vaughn’s wide eyes when my lips brushed his.
The way the hazel color darkened, and his heartbeat exploded against my own felt too good, too raw.
Too goddamn…real.
Naturally, I came in a minute at the image.
Then I was about to take another minute to figure out what the fuck I was doing but decided against it. What’sthe point of thinking about it anyway? Nothing good ever comes out of that business.
I also decided against sharing the episode with Cy. One, he’ll judge me like the little bitch he is, especially since he thinks I’m wasting time and energy on the Vaughn thing.
Two, because he’ll judge me harder till kingdom come.
Still, I had to tell someone, so guess who the scapegoat happened to be?
That’s right. The man himself who dared to invade my sacred dreams.
I mean, that’s not the first time it’s happened. I might’ve, kind of dreamed of fucking him instead of Danika the night I was done with her—good times—but it was definitely the first time he felt so fucking 3D, almost as if I could taste him.
Or more accurately, his blood that I sucked vampire style.
Anyhoo, my first plan of action was creative. Instead of texts that he ignored like a sport, I video-called him.
That’s right. Reach for the sky, right? I’m the most ambitious motherfucker on the planet, bitches.
He still ignored me.
Actually, hehung upon me, if you can believe it.
So much audacity in that little shit. I swear he does it on purpose because he knows I’m not used to being ignored, so that he’s the crowned champion of the “ignoring Yulian” game.
