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046: A Hidden Thing For Pain

Autor: Tessy
last update Data de publicação: 2026-08-31 23:16:18
TREY

Two colors cloud my vision at this moment. Red and Black.

Aside from that, all logic and reason has completely been incinerated.

The intoxicating sight of a nude Skylar in front of me has wiped every sane thought clean out of my skull. The blinding rage that was consuming me over Python hasn't disappeared–it’s just transformed into something far more dangerous. A dark hunger to conquer and mark the little angel trembling before me.

My muse isn't looking quite so brave anymore. Her d
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  • The QB’s Nerdy Addiction    084: Kappa Omega House

    When no one answers after a few seconds, I press the buzzer a second time, holding it down longer. Still nothing. "Sweetheart, I don't think anyone's home,” says Trey from behind me when the porch remains dead quiet by the third ring. “Or if they are, they couldn't care less about whoever's standing out on the porch at one in the morning." "Oh, they better care," I snap. "I’ve had the worst, most humiliating night of my entire existence, and these goth girls are not about to add to my misery!" Abandoning all politeness, I ditch the doorbell and start pounding my fists aggressively against the wood. Just as I’m about to raise my fist for another strike, the door swings wide open, revealing a girl standing in the dim foyer. She opens her mouth, looking ready to bite someone's head off. "Yeah? If you're here to break down our–" Her words die a violent death as her eyes round in disbelief. "Oh... my... God. Are you... are you Skylar Jamie Thompson?!" To be honest, I don't recognize

  • The QB’s Nerdy Addiction    083: Fast Or Slow?

    "AHHHHH! Oh God, save me! Please, please, please don't let me die in a yellow duck onesie!" I scream at the top of my lungs, squeezing my lids shut so tight I'm pretty sure I'm permanently damaging my optic nerves, while I hook my fingers into a death grip around Trey’s waist. The second we mounted Becky, Trey all but twisted the throttle and sent us hurtling forward at a speed that honestly feels illegal. If I thought Gigi was a death machine before, I was profoundly, stupidly wrong, and I need to issue a formal, tearful apology to that motorcycle right now. Because Becky? Becky takes the concept of a death machine and launches it straight into the stratosphere. I don't even know what exact model or make the bike is–mostly because I'm not a motorcycle person, but also because my brain is currently evacuating my skull–but I can tell it's bigger and meaner than Gigi. It's painted in an intimidating color scheme of black and red, with black taking up the majority of the terrifying c

  • The QB’s Nerdy Addiction    082: Who Is Becky?

    A boulder-sized weight of silence captures the air between us the second those words leave my mouth. I hold my breath, waiting for an answer. But Trey just releases a heavy sigh. "You know I can't tell you that, sweetheart." My heart sinks. "But why?!" "Because it's personal," he says flatly. "Personal?!" Disbelief takes front-row seating as I throw my hands into the air. "My real fantasy list was personal, but you still demanded I hand it over! My backside was personal, but you still took my virginity in the stall yesterday!” "Sweetheart, I–" "You know what?" I cut him off, a fresh round of hurt and frustration squeezing at my chest. "Forget it. Keep your precious little secrets to yourself. See if I care!" Not waiting for whatever response he’s going to give, I storm past him, marching down the trail. I hear him release a frustrated sigh behind me, but not once does he take a step to chase after me. And God help me, that absence of pursuit stings even more. You know what?

  • The QB’s Nerdy Addiction     081: Name Your Price

    I am, to put it mildly, not okay. Why? I’ll tell you why. Right now, I’m power-walking ahead of Trey along the winding dirt trails of the forest, trapped inside the absolute humiliation of a bright yellow duck onesie. To make matters infinitely worse, the ridiculous orange flipper slippers on my feet produce an annoyingly loud squeak-squish against the dirt and fallen leaves with every step I take. Squeak. Squish. Squeak. Squish. Trey’s been pouring out these soft, maddening little chuckles from behind me ever since I finally gave in and put the stupid thing on. We are heading back to The Vault so we can properly plan and set up to film our video. Honestly, though, I have zero clue what our concept is going to be yet. All I know is that it has to be something otherworldly if we want to beat Cherry and Shawn’s video hands down. Another major reason why I’m currently losing my mind?! A few minutes ago, I figured it was high time I let Jade know my whereabouts. Knowing my bestie, s

  • The QB’s Nerdy Addiction    080: Everyone Leaves

    I release a loud, exasperated groan, pressing my hands against my burning face. He is utterly insufferable. "Okay, fine! You want me to spell it out?!" I drop my hands and glare up at him. "What you're doing to me–like eating me out, kissing me senseless, smacking my breasts and sucking on them until I lose my mind…" The more the words pour from my lips, the more my face feels like it's melting off my skull from sheer mortification. Meanwhile, Trey's pupils dilates, and he drops his gaze to my breasts like a starving wolf spotting a meal, tracking the rise and fall of my chest. The silence stretches on long after I stop talking, and the intensity of his stare is enough to make my core throb miserably. I really, really can't take the quiet anymore, so I breathe out, "Trey.” "Hmm?” His orbs remains glued to my breasts, not looking up an inch. "You're not answering me. I asked you a question." "And what was the question you asked again?" he asks lazily, lightly tracing the outlin

  • The QB’s Nerdy Addiction    079: Playboy or Nah?

    Shame surrounds me like a shield far weightier than anything I've felt tonight. Even the humiliation of having to quack in the first place doesn't compare to the way Trey's wicked chuckle comes through right after. I instantly clamp my mouth shut, crossing my arms over my chest, deciding right then and there: Nope. I've quacked. I am officially done. Trey lifts a brow, his lips twitching with amusement. "You can't be serious right now, can you? You and I both know you were expected to do the full duck stance and all, and I didn't exactly see you uttering the full lines about wanting my release now, did I?" "Trey, come on! There was nothing stated in my fantasy about actually reciting a whole dramatic monologue relating to wanting your release. All it stated was to quack for your release, and that's all!" "Potato, potahto," he says. "Now go on, sweetheart. You've already wasted too much time. The time you spent complaining, you could have already done it, and we'd be over this alre

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