Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 147734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
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.
I run 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’s the 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, he hung up on 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.
The only player, too.
Okay, fine, Cy comes second because the motherfucker tunes me out sometimes.
Anyway, back to the subject of Vaughn practicing his niche religion of pretending I don’t exist—something I intend to change even if it’s the last thing I do.
After he hung up on me a few times, I went for the second-best thing—sending a video.
I filmed myself lying in bed, my hair haphazard, my eyes still droopy from sleep and an orgasm, then stared at the camera for a beat and narrowed my eyes.
“So, in case no one told you, it’s really rude to hang up on people after ignoring their texts. Knock, knock, who’s there? Your manners, Vanya. Ha. What do you think of that? I know your name isn’t Ivan, but it still fits. Seriously, why did your fully Russian parents give you an American name? Pretty sure they meant Ivan and slipped somewhere. Anyway, Vanya sounds adorable, no? Not cuter than Mishka, though. Speaking of Mishka, did I call you that recently? I swear I had the most realistic dream last night in which I was…you know, doing dirty things to you.” I winked, grinning, then bite the corner of my lower lip. “You were so into it, too, by the way. If you don’t believe me, we can reenact the scene.”
He saw that video aaand, you guessed it, he didn’t reply.
The fact that he saw it is enough.
For now.
So since then, I’ve been sending him my video diaries, just talking nonsense, sometimes in Russian, sometimes in English. Oftentimes switching up just to mess with him.
He’s seen every single one of my amateurish vlogs.
Not sure if he’s watched them, but the fact that the blue ticks appear not long after I send my video of the day is enough of a sign that I’m luring him into my trap.
And tonight is the perfect confirmation of my suspicions, because guess what? I received a QR code invitation to the Heathens’ initiation ceremony.
Yup, that’s right.
Heathens, here I come.