Page 66 of They Call Me Wicked


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Was it all just a dream?

No…the soreness between my legs and the tight rawness of the rest of my body tells the truth. I really did fuck both Ezra and Nic last night. One after another.

Oh, and don’t forget deepthroating the shit out of Kai.

Yup, my throat is sore as fuck, inside and out.

Oh yeah…and waking three more times to enjoy a romp with Nic throughout the night.

The man was insatiable.

He was definitely trying to kill me. Death by hatefuck, that’s a new one.

But, again, no. Because each time he came down, he held me. Whispered foreign words in my ear that I couldn’t understand the meaning of, but felt the care in them all the same. His hands roaming over me as he talked, his touch gentle and…sweet.

Hell, maybe I really was dreaming. And somehow sleep-banged my dildos.

I feel around me, the sheets are the same as mine, but the comforter is different. I’m definitely still in my nana’s bed. Which is ridiculously weird and uncomfortable in the light of day.

At least, I think that’s the warmth heating my skin, the sun shining through the window…

Shit!

I bolt from the bed, running to the window and reaching out with my hands.

Oh fuck, oh no. No, no, no!

A strange keening sound leaves my throat as I grapple at the string of the blinds and force them down before sliding the curtains closed. My heart rate has skyrocketed and I’m suddenly sick to my stomach. Sliding to the floor, I try to steady my breathing.

In. Out. In. Out.

“Wicked?” The accented voice pulls my attention, but I’m still stuck in the fog of realization and fear. “Hey. What’s wrong?”

“I-” My voice squeaks as I try to speak and I press my hands to my chest to try and calm myself.

Why is this freaking me out so much? Why?

“What did you do to her? She looks like you just kicked her trash pandas.” Kai’s aura enters the room and Nic’s flashes with irritation.

“I didn’t do anything. She was like this when I came to bring her food.”

He brought me breakfast?Awww.

Nope, still freaking out. No time for sweetness.

But do I find myself calming enough to finally speak.

“The window.” I gesture behind me. “I felt the sunshine. It was open…”

“¡Mierda!” Nic bites out before his arms close around me, plucking me from the floor and leaving the room.

“Wait! What’s so bad about…nevermind…the stalker, right?” Kai chuckles humorlessly as he follows Nic and I to my room. I suddenly have the strong urge to punch him in the dick. Nic deposits me on the bed, wrapping me with my throw blanket before rifling through my stuff.

I don’t even care at this point.

“Oh yes, that’s right. That creep who took pictures of me masturbating a few weeks ago. That one! No biggie!” I snap, but instantly regret the words when his aura flashes with hurt. “Shit. Sorry, Kai. I’m just freaking out.”

Again, why though?

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