60 The Presence Effect

Pulling a tiger’s whiskers is a dangerous thing, and it can have unpleasant consequences.

After my mini workout, or rather, my little demonstration performance, Nazar disappeared somewhere in the apartment, and I, with a sense of accomplishment, headed for the shower. After freshening up and changing, I was like a brand-new coin. My mood was great, energy was bursting out of me, I fluttered like a butterfly, humming some silly little tune.

A hot dinner ordered by Nazar and the owner of the house himself were already waiting for me in the kitchen. On principle, I did absolutely nothing and cooked nothing in his house. His initiative, let him deal with it himself. I didn’t even want to be here at all. However, judging by everything, the man wasn’t bothered by my laziness at all, which bothered me.

We ate in silence, which made me very happy. My hunger had returned, and with it, a good appetite. Nazar noticed that too, though he refrained from commenting, only quietly and smugly chuckling to his own thoughts. Again and again, the brunette kept giving me suspicious looks, making me nervous. Something had changed in his gaze today, I could feel it. As if from a nauseatingly caring man, Yartsev was more and more starting to resemble a hungry predator.

After dinner and demonstratively leaving the dirty dishes on the table, I grabbed a tub of ice cream and disappeared into the bedroom. Turning on the TV, I decided to kill time with some cheap entertainment show.

About an hour later, Nazar came into the bedroom too, carrying a laptop, some bottle, and a pack of tissues. He pulled off his T-shirt, stretching deliberately so I’d once again appreciate the beauty of his incredible body, took off his shorts, and climbed into bed, settling comfortably.

When he’s that close and in just his underwear, I start getting nervous. My body, despite my wishes, reacts to the bastard instantly. It’s something on a subconscious level. He’s very handsome and knows it perfectly well. And he also knows I react to him this way and shamelessly uses it. The moments when I wake up in the cocoon of his strong arms alone are enough! My libido is being teased every damn day around the clock. Damn tempter!

And I’m not one of those girls used to enduring this! Before, my problem was solved simply, all I had to do was go to work. But here I’m locked up, and this appetizing piece of meat is walking around nearby, getting more desirable every day because of a very particular hunger!

Just a little more and I’ll step over my stubbornness and pride and offer Nazar friends-with-benefits sex. I’m physically attracted to him, and before, I already wanted to arrange this kind of relationship with him. I’m just pissed and angry that he shamelessly tried to use me, so confidently lying and manipulating me.

While I’m battling with myself in my thoughts, out of the corner of my eye I notice Nazar opened the laptop and was looking for something. To my huge surprise, jaw dropping, I realized the brunette had turned on p**n! And wasn’t even embarrassed by me!

But I was surprised too soon!

When he pulled his hard cock out of his underwear and started stroking it, I completely lost my shit!

“What are you doing?!” I stared at the owner of that magnificent organ with enormous shocked eyes.

“Jerking off,” Nazar answered absolutely calmly, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Am I, by any chance, bothering you?!”

“No,” the idiot answered calmly.

“Couldn’t you do that somewhere else?! Not in front of me!”

“Don’t want to somewhere else. This is my bedroom and you’re here. It creates the feeling that I’m not doing it by myself,” the bastard grinned shamelessly, throwing me into shock. “If you want, you can help…”