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Good grief. This is so sick.
Then why aren’t you fighting?
I must try to release another noise in an attempt to speak, because Nikolai shakes his head, eyes still blazed with intensity and unbound lust.
“Shut the fuck up. Don’t try to ruin this with your fucking mouth. Let me keep that busy for you.” He jams his fingers deeper. “Choke on my fingers instead. I want you to swallow every drop of cum down your throat.”
And then he rubs his fingers on my tongue, the sloppy sound of saliva echoing in the air around us.
He keeps doing that until I start licking him.
Until I talk myself into believing this is a dream.
* * *
It wasnota dream.
No matter how much I try to convince myself that I’m imagining things and that I couldn’t possibly have done that in public—where anyone could’ve seen me. The truth remains that I didn’t have a dream.
Not even a little. Not even close.
I pace the length of my bedroom and bathroom, nursing a pounding headache and thoughts so chaotic, they add to the migraine.
My inhales and exhales are fast, fractured, and completely repulsed by the reality I woke up to this morning.
At five a.m. Like clockwork.
Only, nothing makes sense.
I stop pacing and look at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, my hand gripping my hair tighter the longer I stare at the fucking cunt. The weak bloody wanker who couldn’t stay in control, just because he had a few drinks.
Black ink covers my features, turning it faceless. What stares back at me is unrecognizable.
A monster.
My heart hammers and I storm toward the mirror, then drive my fist into it. The surface cracks but doesn’t splinter, and I have to look at six distorted versions of my face.
“Fuck you,” I whisper to all of them as blood drips from my knuckles, my fingers, and then splashes the white sink in red.
I want to punch the mirror again—this time, erase myself completely, but I don’t, because this is also messing with my fucking control.
The ticking invades my brain until it’s the only thing I can hear.
Tick.
You’re useless.
Tick.
You’re nothing.
Tick.
Weak.
Weak.
Weak.
