The QB’s Nerdy Addiction のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

SKYLAR I have no flipping clue where I’m running to. All I know is that my lungs are burning, my thighs are screaming in agony, and I need to put as much distance between myself and that underground hellhole as humanly possible. Branches scratch at my arms as I tear through the dense, dark woods surrounding The Vault. My heart is thumping extremely hard against my ribs it feels like it’s going to burst right through my chest. This whole situation is beyond messed up. This game is sick, twisted, and entirely insane. I know why Trey is doing this. He’s furious. He’s burning with a dark rage because I kissed Ryder to get back at him. But sweet mother of Zeus, I definitely didn't see this insane reaction coming. Gosh, I am so utterly finished. On one hand, I desperately need Trey to be the one to catch me. If he doesn't catch me, our deal is dead, he won't do the APEX competition with me, and I can kiss the prize money goodbye. Literally everything will go up in smoke. I need

"Trey... please, no," comes my pleading tone as my orbs dart frantically between the bright yellow fleece in my arms and his looming silhouette. "I–I can't wear this!" Dark brow lifts. "And why's that?" "Because you already asked me to hand over my real list! And I already told you I'm going to do it! I'm completely surrendering the actual list to you, no fighting. So since that's settled... doesn't that make this stupid fake list completely null and void?" "No." That reply stuns me. "What do you mean, no?" "You heard exactly what I said, sweetheart. No." He advances toward me. "Nothing is null and void until I say it is. And your punishment for that little stunt you pulled back there? It isn't anywhere near over just yet." "T-Trey–" "I might have adjusted my original plan of fulfilling every single lie on that fake list until you broke.” He crowds my space until his chest is nearly brushing my head. "But that doesn't mean I still don't plan on breaking you either way. Do you w

I’ve never been great at giving head. In fact, calling myself "bad" at it would be an insult to bad head-givers everywhere. My first–and only–experience with it was with Shawn, and let me tell you, it was a total disaster. My mouth was going all over the place, my jaw locked up within thirty seconds, and I’m pretty sure I accidentally bit his shaft more times than I could possibly count. It got so bad that when I first nipped him, Shawn hissed, pulled away, and tried to "sweet-talk" me through it. I guess he thought he was being patient, trying to talk me into doing it the right way. In dark romance novels, when the panty-melting hero talks the FMC through her first time giving him head, it's supposed to be hot, possessive, and so intense. Well, let me tell you... Shawn was no dark romance MMC. Coming out of his mouth, it didn't sound hot at all. It sounded like a condescending lecture from a high school gym teacher telling a toddler how to kick a soccer ball. He literally si

"T-Trey..." A wicked grin covers his face. "Yes, sweetheart? I believe I got that right, didn't I? Those were, in fact, the exact words written in that ridiculous list of yours, weren't they?" "Y-yes, but–" "But what? Or wait... would you prefer to put on the onesie and the flipper slippers to complete the look? It would look a bit strange if you're quacking completely nude, don't you think?" The moment he says it, my brain betrays me. I instantly conjure a mental image of myself standing naked in the middle of a dark forest, flapping my arms and quacking like a distressed waterfowl. My entire face flames up so hot I'm pretty sure I could cook an egg on my cheeks. I squeeze my lids shut, wishing the earth would literally crack open and swallow me whole. Trey chuckles softly. "You pictured it, didn't you?" I don't bother answering–I'm way too mortified to form words. But he doesn't seem to mind my silence one bit. "So, what'll it be, sweetheart?” he asks. “The onesie... or doin

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