Don’t sound too eager, boy.I try to chastise it.You know he’ll beat the shit out of you if he senses your intentions.
Am I known to listen to the rare bursts of logic from my brain?
Certainlynot.
I reach out a hand, and he watches it, his eyes wide, seeming dark brown in the dim light. “Why, this seems a bit too familiar.”
Like that dream—the one I’ve been religiously jerking off to. Guess what I’ll be jerking off to now?
This scene, obviously.
But seriously, it’s much better in reality. I shudder when my fingertips brush his cheek, then when I hold it hostage, my heartbeat thrums, and my dick is so hard, it’s painful.
Just a taste, yeah?
One. I promise not to be greedy.
I’ll stop afterone.
“Yulian…”
“Hmm,” I rumble, my eyes on his lips.
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“You know what.”
“Nah, gotta spell it out for me, baby. I’m not as bright as you.”
His lips part, and he’s panting. Vaughn ispanting, his breath racing along my skin. The same Vaughn who looks down on me as if it’s a sport can’t breathe correctly because ofme.
Hello, trouble.
“I’m warning you, Yulian.”
“About?”
“Don’t you fucking dare kiss me again.” His voice is slightly raspy, almost choked, but that’s not what makes my eyes widen.
His do, too, the slightest bit, his fingers tightening just a tad on the chain, realizing what he just admitted.
Fuck.
Fuck me.
Fucking hell of all the gates of goddamn hell.
“Again…?” I dig my fingers into his cheek. “That wasn’t a dream, was it? You were really there in my room on top of me as I kissed?—”
“Shut the fuck up.” He pushes himself away, red climbing up his fair skin.
No.
Nah.
Nyetin all of its fucking glory.
