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Chapter 43

Author: Layo
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-02-16 23:43:49

NIKOLAI

HE WANTED TO to leave.

The thought circled in my head over and fucking over until it sank into my bones, twisting through me like a sickness, a goddamn obsession. All I could think about was tying him down, chaining him to the fucking bedpost if that’s what it took to keep him here.

I yanked at my tie, pulling the damn thing loose until it slipped from my fingers, landing somewhere on the floor.

He wasn’t leaving. I wouldn’t fucking let him. Not when I had finally accepted—finally fucking accepted—that I wanted him.

My hand twitched at my cheek, my jaw tight, my chest aching with the need to own him, to make him mine, to fucking possess him. The thought had me exhaling sharply, shaking my head, because for the first time, I wasn’t sure who the real animal was between us.

“Pakhan?”

Andrei’s voice pulled me from my thoughts, and I hadn’t even noticed when he walked in.

I lifted my gaze to him, my expression sharp. “What the fuck happened to your face?”

His hand twitched, like h
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Strawberryboss
Omg the last bit made me cry, I know Nikolai Loves him to, why can’t he just tell him, poor Claude he’s going to leave now, I wonder if Claude told Nikolai what really happened to him could he do something about it, I really need the next chapter waiting patiently
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