All Chapters of KNIVES AND HEARTSTRINGS: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

After I was done talking to my parents, I excused myself and went to look for the ladies’ room. It seemed Andronikos had left while I was speaking to them, and now, I couldn’t find him anywhere. After asking around, I finally found the bathroom.When I was done with my business, I came out of the toilet stall to freshen up. My makeup was still surprisingly intact and I couldn’t help but admire once again the work Eric had done on me, including the necklace Andronikos gave me. I touched it, remembering the look on his face as I descended the stairs. I might be a virgin, but I know when a man wants something. And Andronikos wanted me.I smirked at my reflection before I started washing my hands. As I was doing so, someone entered the bathroom. The person joined me at the sink and began washing her hands.“Do you think he really cares about you?” the woman suddenly asked.Is she talking to me? Ignoring her, I dried my hands under the automatic hand dryer and began to walk out.She blocke

Those two words sent a rush of fire and satisfaction through my veins. As he pushed into me, inch by agonizing inch, all I could feel was him. The sensation was mind-blowing—both too much and not enough at the same time. The sting of pain from losing my virginity made my breath hitch. It flared, sharp and raw, but surprisingly, Nikos grounded me with his touch.He moved in and out of me with deep but slow strokes, his lips finding mine in a rough kiss that was in stark contrast to how he was fucking me. He kissed me like he was trying to put a mark on my lips, the warmth of his mouth against mine, easing the sharp edges of my discomfort.The pain began to ebb as his hand slid to my breast, his thumb brushing over my sensitive nipple. The action sent jolts of pleasure through me.“Breathe Flogítsa mou,” he murmured against my lips, his voice a soothing balm to my frazzled nerves.I obeyed him, exhaling shakily as his other hand found its way to my clit, his fingers moving in slow, deli

Adira’s nails dug into my chest, her moans echoing in the dim room, the light streaming through the windows the only source of illumination. Her body moved against mine in a perfect rhythm, each motion sending shivers down my spine.Somehow, she’d found her way on top of me, riding me as though I were her personal steed—and in this moment, I guess I was. She looked wild and unrestrained, her curls tumbling down her shoulders in a beautiful, chaotic mess. I gripped her hips, guiding her movements as my breathing grew ragged.“Nikos,” she whimpered, her voice trembling. “You feel so good.” She leaned down to kiss me, her lips soft and intoxicating.I could only groan in response, overwhelmed by the feel of her walls clenching around me. The way she moved, the fire in her eyes—she was everything I’d ever wanted.But suddenly, her face began to blur, her whimpers turning distorted and faint. A chill ran through me as I tried to hold onto her, but she slipped away, dissolving like mist bet

The guards, except the unusually happy one, behaved like I didn’t exist. They were like immovable statues—or in the case of the patrolling ones, mobile statues.I won’t lie, I did entertain the thought of putting whip cream on their faces to see if they’d react to that instead. But I ignored that thought after weighing the pros and cons. They probably wouldn’t laugh at my idea of a joke anyway.And yet you wondered what Iason meant when he told you not to do anything stupid. I really need to revisit Dr. Shane and ask for meds to shut my brain down for a while.As the hours dragged on, I found it increasingly irritating that Andronikos managed to ghost me for three days, without so much as a text. It was just the cherry on top of my super aggravating sundae.I decided to head to the kitchen to make myself some dinner. The cheerful third guard, whom I’d nicknamed ‘Smiley’ in my head, followed close behind. His overly enthusiastic footsteps echoed in the otherwise silent apartment.“You

One of the things I hated with a passion in this miserable world was waking up angry—and no one but Andronikos is to blame for it.How dare he walk into my room, all bloody and shit, and tell me that he misses me after ghosting me for God knows how long? And I’m supposed to what? Fall on my knees and thank him for thinking about me?You know what? Fuck that bastard. I don’t have time for his shit today. I had problems at the company to handle, and entertaining his drama wasn’t on my agenda.After taking a shower, I threw on my usual corporate outfit, ignoring the lingering tension from last night, and headed downstairs to the kitchen. But guess who was already there? That’s right—the fucking demon and his obedient hellhound right behind him.I didn’t acknowledge them. Didn’t even give them a glance. I marched straight to the fridge, pulled out the leftovers from last night, and angrily shoved them into the microwave.“Adira,” Andronikos’ voice called to me, smooth yet sharp enough to