JEREMIAH By the time I reached the library, I was annoyed, more so than before. It wasn’t because of what Olezka said, but what he reminded me of. And the fact that how absurd it was to think I’ll be jealous of him and Nina having a bond. Instead, if I was pressed for the truth, I will say it actually fucking helped that they were getting along together so nicely. After a brief talk with the doctor, I had realised keeping Nina here like a prisoner without letting her breathe will hurt her psyche and she might end up having more episodes like she had that day. I had told the doctor that I won’t be keeping her drugged up, because I meant it when I said I didn’t want her deprived of her bearings and her mind fogged up unable to make a conscious decision or think freely. Maybe a part of me wished she will have her memories back at some point and it won't happen if she was high on drugs to keep her placid enough that she doesn’t feel the emotions how they were meant to be f
JEREMIAHI stood there, breathing heavily, trying fucking hard to control my rage. How dare she.How fucking dare she. She not only came to my room but now she had the fucking audacity to call me out— she thinks I won’t kill her… The fuck.It was like she was here in the room, listening to my silent confessions when I was deep inside my little shadow.Like she could feel that one terrifying truth I’d never admit out loud — that if it really came to it, I won’t be able to bring myself to hurt her the way I should. The way my father, the world I live in and the life taught me to.I turned around to face Lachlan. He was sleeping so peacefully, unaware of the fight inside me. I didn’t want to wake him up. But I didn’t think I would be able to hold myself back from doing something that I won’t regret later. And I needed him to be there before I actually hurt her.Because I saw it in her eyes. She was going to push me until I break or break her.I saw the defiance and the fierce spark i
NINA In the moments that followed after the call I made to Antonio, then my son, I ended up making another call. This one to the person, I shouldn’t even think about when I was in such a state. But I needed someone to vent out to, to just speak, to share— and I called Mr Wrong. He didn’t answer. The one time I called him, he fucking didn’t answer. Not even a dirty joke. Not a single infuriating smirk emoji or innuendo. Not even a ghost of that maddening self-assurance he always carried in his text that leaves me questioning his sanity. Nina: I want to talk. Nina: Hey? For a moment I had thought he was finally done with me. Because, come on, I was no longer in Italy, where I supposed he was. Maybe he finally realised this will never end in sex or twisted fantasies and kinks we hadn’t acted upon but always talked about in our texts, with a silent understanding that we wanted to do it with each other. But now, it won’t ever be happening, what with me being in a different
JEREMIAH “Fuck, Lachlan,” I rasped. “You feel… so fucking good.” Tight. Warm. Familiar. And fucking mine. He whimpered beneath me. “More… fuck, Jeremy… Baby, I need more. Move, please.” I groaned and thrust in deeper, both of us trembling with the sheer fucking gravity of it. He buried his face in the mattress as he let out a deep rumble of satisfaction, of pleasure. And me? I was fucking lost. An animal in the wild. I was hungry. I was starving. I was angry, full of rage. Devastated. How the fuck did I let anyone take this from me? How the fuck had I lived without this until now? Without this? Without him? And I was fucking out of control. I wanted him so much. So fucking much. I was reminded of how it all started. Even when we were on the opposite spectrum, according to my brother, we gravitated toward each other. Because unlike others who only saw the neat, cold, controlling person Lachlan showed the world, I saw the darkness in his eyes, in his obsession
JEREMIAH I walked into the closet and brought out everything I’d need for my little shadow.If we were going to do this, then I’d do it in a way where I wouldn’t lose even a shred of control. There would be no chaos, no compromise. No room for error. Because if I lost control, there will be no coming back from the ruin I was hiding, not only because of me but also it will devastate him.When I returned, Lachlan was already in position, naked and kneeling on the bed, facing the headboard. His arms rested in front of him, muscles taut, his back straight because there was nothing ever imperfect about him.He looked over his shoulder at me, and for a moment I forgot how to breathe.It could’ve been seconds or hours as I stood there and looked at him, devouring the sight of him. My mouth went dry and blood surged to my cock with such intensity it hurt. He was so fucking handsome and beautiful. He used to call me that— beautiful. And I’d just smile in return when he did, but I always lik
JEREMIAH I slammed the door behind us.Lachlan stood there with his dark hair in disarray, green eyes burning with unfulfilled desire, lips red and swollen from my kisses.When I didn’t move, he took a step toward me. His voice soft and rough as he formed my name as a question, “Jeremiah?”I wanted him. God. I wanted him so much. But I didn’t know how. I wasn’t even sure if I was ready yet.“Jeremy…”I closed my eyes.Fuck.My chest rising and falling like I’d run a fucking marathon, the words felt like pieces of blade stuck in my throat as I said, “I don’t…” I raked a hand through my hair as I confessed, “I am not ready for you to see me.”“Okay…” he said, taking another step toward me. “I don't know if I’ll ever be.”He nodded.“But I need you right now and I can’t control it anymore. Every fucking day I see you both together and it fucking… unmans me to not be part of what unfolds in front of me.” I looked away from him, my jaw clenched and my heart beat a mile per second. “I d