Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Her lips curved, her smile fragile and strong at the same time. “Impossible...to regret...when...you’re the reason...I’m living again.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Dear Ashton,
I’m currently staying in another person’s house.
I don’t want to say the person’s name. If I do, it makes things more real.
Love, Your Big Sis
ARIA
IT WAS MY FIRST BREAKFAST with Kellion’s biker family, and it was pure torture. Totally not the Afxisi’s fault. It was all Kellion, with the way he had me sitting on his lap while feeding me slices of buttery pancake.
“She looks like she wants to cry, Vice President,” Yuri murmured mildly.
Kellion grinned. “I know. That’s what makes it so fun. She really likes me feeding her, and that’s what’s making her cry.”
I pinched one denim-clad thigh, hating how his words were shamefully true.
Kellion jerked. “That hurts.”
Yay. I pinched harder and was rewarded by Kellion’s grunt of pain.
The club’s Secretary laughed. “I can see why you call her a little monster.”
When breakfast was over, I tried dissuading Kellion from joining me in class, worried that it would have him late for his meeting with the other officers. “I just...don’t...want...” My throat still hurt a bit, and frustrated, I pulled out my board and wrote what I had to say. I JUST WANT TO MAKE SURE I DON’T MAKE A BAD FIRST IMPRESSION ON THEM.
Kellion shook his head. “Relax, baby. We won’t be late, I promise.” Taking my hand, he led me to the elevator. “Besides, if I don’t go with you, who’s going to be your model for your session?”
I shrugged. Who cares?
His eyes narrowed. “Let me just make it clear to you once and for all, terataki.”
My eyes widened at how his voice had become soft. I had known him long and well enough to understand his soft tone meant someone was in trouble, and in this case that would be – me?
“Anytime you need a male model, you call me. You choose someone else, and I’ll beat the shit out of him, and it will be on your head when that happens.” A cold smile touched his lips. “Understood, terataki?”
I saluted him. Yes, sir.
His lips twitched, and his serious mood dissipated.
When we reached the drawing studio, KC was already there, setting up her easel. “Hey!” She waved at us with a smile, but her surprise at seeing us was evident on her face.
“Good morning, KC.” Kellion’s tone was gentle, and I had a feeling he saw the younger girl more like a kid than anything else. As always, my friend looked unbelievably cute, her wide-collared dress, knee-high socks, and Mary Jane shoes transforming KC into the kind of schoolgirl every guy with a Lolita fetish would want to devour.
Whoever her future boyfriend would be, he already had my condolences.
“I’m so glad you’re okay now,” KC was saying as she finished setting up her easel.
I shrugged, unable to meet her gaze. It still made me feel embarrassed, having to lie about the real reason why I hadn’t been able to leave my room for three straight days. Or five, if you counted the weekend.
Thinking about it had my face flaming, and just like that, the memories came flying into the forefront of my mind, one sizzling hot scene after another.
Kellion teaching me to ride him, eating my breasts as I bounced on his cock—-
Kellion turning me over on top of him, both of us pleasuring each other with our mouths at the same time—-
Kellion placing me on all fours as he pounded into me from behind while playing with my clitoris—-
Kellion fucking me so hard that he actually managed to break my bed’s headboard and leave cracks on the wall. But even then I had begged him not to stop, begged him to fuck me harder, harder, harder—-
“You’ve really been bedridden all those days?” KC asked sympathetically.
“Yes, she has.” Kellion had answered for me, and the way his eyes gleamed made me hurriedly reach for my easel, needing something to hide my face from everyone.
KC made a choking sound.
It had me jolting out of my thoughts, and when I looked at her in askance, she pointed at Kellion. He was leaning against the back of his chair in a relaxed fashion, his legs stretched out before him. But there was something different about Kellion right now, something that made him seem more...satisfied—-
Oh no.
“He just told me why you were really absent,” KC said.
And then she burst into laughter while I did my best to kick Kellion out of his seat.
God, this biker.
I would have kept on kicking him if Professor Edison hadn’t come in by then, followed by a tall, good-looking guy who turned out to be...KC’s male model.
My eyebrows shot up as I glanced at the model and then KC.
She laughed. “No. Nothing’s between us. He’s my friend from high school.” She gestured to the newcomer as he took a seat in front of KC. “Jace, I’d like you to meet my friends, Aria and Kellion. Guys, this is Jace.”