Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 84289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
The cocky look on his face hits my nervous system like an electric shock.
You really aren’t shy anymore, are you?
Or is this all just a bluff?
Are you really this confident now, or are you hiding something?
“You’re just that full of yourself to think I want you that badly,” I tell him.
He shakes his head and a slight smile pulls at one corner of his lips. “No. I heard you moan about it into the camera, two weeks ago.”
A flare of heat hits my body.
Wait.
What?
“The fuck are you talking about?”
He holds my gaze. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
Something shifts in my body, like the beginnings of an earthquake reverberating inside me.
He can’t possibly know.
There’s no chance he could mean—
“You’re full of shit, Oliver.”
He leans in closer to me, getting near my face.
And I listen as Oliver Ashford repeats a line from one of my CamboyChaos livestreamed videos, whispering in my ear.
“Feel free to ask me anything, chat. Oh, you want to know my biggest sexual regret? Hmm… I regret that I never fucked the shit out of my hockey rival. God, I would hate-fuck that guy ‘til he screamed my name, but I never got the chance—”
He knows.
Oliver knows about my private account.
I don’t know how, or if he’s told anybody else.
And the last remaining control inside me snaps.
I see red. Before he can finish talking, I feel my body going into overdrive, and my brain switches into fight-or-flight mode.
And I always choose to fight.
I close the gap between us quickly and my fist connects with the side of his jaw, but he moves fast, too, almost like he was expecting me to lose control.
The punch only grazes him. He dips to one side and I end up stumbling to one side, my ass hitting the ground.
I land on the hardwood floor and the side of my hipbone radiates with pain. A few people around us gasp, noticing that a fight broke out.
Oliver ignores them.
He crouches down next to me, watching me, lifting his eyebrows like he’s trying to prove a point.
My whole field of vision is filled with him.
And again I stare at the open front of his shirt as he speaks.
“We don’t have to do it like this,” he says. “I just want to talk. I want… I want to make a deal.”
The fuck?
For a moment his body relaxes.
And I act on instinct.
I take the opportunity to strike again. I move fast and manage to grip his arms and push him backward onto the ground. I use the surprise to my advantage and get my body on top of his, pinning him with each of my limbs before he can fight back.
He might be strong now, but I have a lot more experience fighting.
He can’t win.
I hold his arms on the ground and straddle him, looking him dead in the eyes.
This is a mistake, Niko.
Overkill.
Already fucking up like I always do, and I just got here.
But I don’t stop. The pain that radiates in my ass and my knuckles is well worth the look I see in Oliver’s eyes when he realizes he still doesn’t have the upper hand on me.
More and more people turn to look.
Oliver tries to struggle, but I pin him there, one leg on each side of his hips and both of my hands on his wrists.
He’s immobilized.
“You cannot ruin this for me,” I tell him.
He furrows his brow. “Why do you care about being at Crimson College so much? You hate places like this.”
“I need to be here. You don’t need to know why.”
Because I have nowhere else to go.
My mother’s house is a cold, lifeless, loveless place.
My ex’s house is raw trauma wrapped in manipulation, increasingly dangerous by the day.
And I can’t live alone.
“Then just talk to me,” Oliver says, and for the first time I hear a slight desperation in his tone.
What does Oliver need so badly?
“You expect me to make a fucking deal with you?” I ask him in a low tone.
He breathes deep, closing his eyes for a moment like he’s trying to center his thoughts. “How about you get off me so we can talk about it?”
2
Oliver
Oliver, watching Niko naked on camera last Thursday, 11:58pm
Username: Hercules2210
He’s doing livestreams now.
And I’ve never felt guiltier or more turned on.
He asked for requests, and everybody wanted something different. I was too afraid to request anything, lying in bed under my covers, lit only by the faint glow of the Christmas lights in my window.
I watch him turn and spread his ass for the camera, like someone asked.
All I can do is watch.
My cock is hard as a fucking diamond between my legs, but I’m trying not to touch myself because I’ll come way too fast.
I tap out a comment.
Hercules2210: So hot. Do you give and receive?
Niko—Dragonfly—nods at the camera and answers me.