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“Stop acting like a freak.” I bump my shoulder into his, walking past him, an act of nonchalance I’m very good at. “It was just a stupid, meaningless kiss.”

“Didn’t look like it a minute ago.” He snarls, making no point of moving.

I keep on walking until I’m standing at the door. The joggers are making it impossible for me to act poised and controlled since I have to pull them up every two seconds.

It’s a wonder they stayed on while we were fighting with our tongues.

“FYI, you’re such a bad kisser.” I shrug my shoulder. My chest heaving as I try to keep my composure. “I need my stuff back at my place. Please and thank you.”

The door opens easily and I don’t look back, not even once. Only scoffing when I don’t hear him protesting, when I don’t find him stopping me from leaving.

I also ignore the pang of disappointment when he lets me go easily, for a second time.

I know I’m not worth it.

THIRTEEN

Sergei

If Elara thinks she can get rid of me so easily. I’d love to prove her wrong.

After grinding her gorgeous arse against me, she had the nerve to call me a freak?

Not that I’m denying it.

I didn’t sleep last night, admiring every curve, every exhale, every moan she let out as she snuggled closer to me and I thought nothing could beat this.

The sight of her in my clothes, while ridiculous, was entirely heart-warming.

Fuck, she looked like mine. And I wanted to touch her, trying to find any and every excuse under the sun to just touch her.

Then she giggled, and the sound went straight to my dick.

I’ve always prided myself for my control, but it was thoroughly defenestrated the moment her voice landed on my ears. And I jumped her like the depraved animal I am.

I wanted to bite her, suck every inch of her body, devour her. And she has the audacity to call it meaningless?

She called me a bad kisser? When she was all over me, moaning and grinding, nipples hard and everything?

Well too fucking bad princess, cause you suck at lying. I know she wants me. I don’t suffer from delusion and I know she’s in denial.

Her body gave the tell-tale signs, the sweet scent of her arousal lingering in the air, it was just as evident as my hard cock.

A large tent in my pants poking against the chain adding little to no friction was making me lose any ounce of rationality left.

FYI solnyshko, you’re not getting your stuff back. Fuck it.

I’m pouting because she called me a bad kisser when she’s the best I’ve ever had.

I want nothing more than to lick her, again and again. Probably, devour her, finish her until she’s so consumed by me, she chants my name like a prayer.

I want to fuck her so hard, she cannot move, needing me to do every miniscule task.

I want her so reliant on me that she forgets how to exist without me.

I want her clutching my hand just to walk after a ruthless fuck.

I want my name; the only word left on her tongue while every other sentence fades away.