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)
And white-hot possessiveness suddenly claims me, stronger than it ever has before.
“Look at me,” I tell him when his gaze rips away from mine again, but instead of being teasing or commanding, my tone feels like it’s something closer to desperation. “Will you look at me?”
“Always doing what you say,” he murmurs, finally turning his head back toward me.
I feel like I’m flailing.
Out of nowhere.
Like the delicate balance of control I was holding over this situation is more like a tower made of cards, ready to topple at any moment.
Don’t pull away from me.
The thought rips through my mind, unbidden, unwanted, out of nowhere.
Don’t fucking pull away from me, Oliver.
“Tell me you didn’t enjoy that, upstairs.”
“I enjoyed it. Obviously.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“The problem is that I don’t know what you want from me. You’ll fuck me, but you won’t talk to me, sometimes. You give me so much, then suddenly go cold and give me nothing.”
That hot desperation stokes a fitful rage inside me, much different than the one I felt earlier.
This time it’s dire.
This time I’m actually going to do something I shouldn’t.
“Oliver,” I say in a low tone.
The music changes, and suddenly a low, thrumming beat fills the room, vibrating through me.
When he meets my gaze and I see that glimmer of helplessness in his eyes, everything shifts.
Like delicate glass shattering inside me.
I need to stop him from feeling whatever he’s feeling right now. I can’t stand seeing him like this. Dejected. Detached. Like I’ve caused him to pull away.
I can’t stand that feeling. Don’t pull away from me.
It’s like a wall of smoke suddenly clears inside me, and I’m seeing him in a way I haven’t before.
And I act on instinct alone.
That beast, breaking out of its cage.
And bad things are going to happen.
I bring my hand to his jaw again and gently cup the side of his face, moving in close.
And I press my lips to his, claiming his soft mouth.
And it’s just as fucking tempting as I feared.
He startles as I kiss him, but his surprise quickly melts into something else.
He parts his lips for me. He kisses me back, slow and warm and wet, and I’m lost in him.
Kissing him because I fucking need him to feel this, too. Focusing the possessive urge inside me onto exactly one very bad idea.
I wasn’t planning on this. I don’t kiss people unless I’m actually dating them, and that’s not what the two of us are doing. Not even close.
But I needed his mouth.
Like oxygen.
Like a drug.
Like I’m not in control at all.
12
Oliver
Oliver, watching Niko’s newest video, earlier today
Username: Hercules2210
I’ve stopped leaving comments.
When I see him post, now, only one thought cycles in my mind:
He’s not yours.
Not.
Yours.
I have to remind myself of it every time I see him.
But when I watch him…
And God, fuck, when I’m with him…
Sometimes it all feels deathly real.
Heat rips through me as Niko’s lips touch mine, and I’ve never been so certain that there is something wrong with me.
Because nothing’s ever felt as good as every single time Niko has touched me.
Having his mouth against mine is like feeling my body come to life after hibernation, like he’s lighting me up from the inside.
Goddamnit, you knew exactly what I wanted.
My hands grasp at the front of his shirt, clutching him like I’m afraid he’ll stop. I take his tongue like a fiend, opening for him and tasting orange and liquor on him.
I shouldn’t want it.
Not this badly.
But Niko’s tongue feels so good that I can’t hold back a whimper from escaping my mouth. The sound disappears against him as he kisses me deeply, his tongue sliding along mine as his hand clutches the back of my head.
Falling deeper and deeper under your spell.
It shouldn’t feel this fucking good.
I needed to come badly enough before but now I practically want to beg for it.
When I finally pull back for air, it’s like I’ve been plunged into a trance.
His blue fucking eyes.
His fucked up hair.
The way he’s looking at me like he wants all of me, even though…
Even though I know damn well he’s only doing this for one reason.
I glance across the room and notice Weston holding up his phone. He’s filming Hunter, Rayne, and Roman as they do some sort of dance. I swallow hard, attempting to bring myself back down to Earth, finding any semblance of composure.
“That was smart of you,” I murmur at Niko.
”Smart of me to kiss you, Ollie?”
I can still feel it.
I nod toward Weston. “You saw him start to film a video, so you went in to kiss me in the background. You know Wes is going to post that online, and we’ll be there in the back, kissing like we didn’t even know he was filming. Smart.”
Niko’s silent for a moment.
He stares across the room, his eyes slightly narrowed, studying Wes.